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grocery store and picked up a few items. By the time he pulled up at Gwen’s, he’d just made it without being late.
    Determined to have a great night even if it killed him, he left his car and hustled to her door.
    She answered after the first knock. “Hey.” Her smile faded as she looked at him. “What ran you over?”
    He blew out a tired breath and entered when she stepped back. “I had a run-in with the cheater.”
    She frowned and closed the door behind him. “Um, Ally? That’s her name, right?”
    “Huh? No. Not her. Dickhead. Aaron.”
    “Oh.” She gave him a sympathetic smile and took the bag he handed her. “I’ll put this in the kitchen.”
    He followed her and shared with her the discussion he’d had with Aaron, unable to keep his frustration to himself.
    She listened in silence, interrupting only to hand him a beer. He sipped it as he struggled to put into words his emotional reaction to the whole situation.
    Without breaking eye contact, she stated, “You might have really stepped in it, you know.”
    He glared at her. “Oh?”
    “Your sister, your sister’s fiancé. You said she hasn’t totally booted him yet. The engagement is off, and he’s physically moved out, yeah. But she has to make that final call.”
    “Shit. I know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “But he’s such a putz. She can do so much better. Why the hell do women tolerate this shit?”
    “Why do men?” She took a sip of her own beer, her keen gaze on him.
    “You thought I was treating you like crap, and you still came on to me,” he reminded her, angry and unable to shelve his emotions.
    “Really? As I remember it, that erection under me was all you, honey. Before we kissed.”
    He set his beer down, his emotions churning. “Please. You were hot for it, and you know it.”
    “As hot as Aaron was for Mia, I guess.”
    “That was harsh.”
    “Yeah? Well, you’re being an asshole.”
    He contained a wince, knowing she was right. He shouldn’t have come over until he’d settled down. Then he recalled her recent column comparing men to dogs, and he couldn’t help himself. “Too bad you don’t have a collar and a leash to contain me.”
    She smirked. “Don’t you mean a newspaper? I think I have one nearby. Hey, you can use it to smack Aaron on the nose the next time he hugs your sister while making eyes at some other woman.”
    “That was just bitchy.”
    “Yep, it was.” She glared at him, as if daring him to do something about it.
    Somehow during the conversation, he’d gotten rock-hard. His anger transformed to lust from one breath to the next.
    She stared from his eyes to his lips, her breath coming faster.
    He didn’t ask. He took. Before she could snipe at him again, he pushed her back against the wall next to the refrigerator and kissed her. Hard.
    He didn’t let up, even as she squirmed and twisted in his hold to pull him tighter. Caught up in his emotions, scared of losing his sister, of losing Gwen after being such a jerk, of ruining a happiness he could feel just around the corner, he held on the best way he knew how.
    Reaching between them, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them and his underwear down. Her greedy hand wrapped around him, and he hissed his pleasure. “You want it, don’t you?”
    She dragged her head back, and her eyes glittered with anger. “That cock? Yeah. Your attitude, not so much.”
    Then she yanked his head to hers and kissed him until he knew nothing but Gwen. She sucked his tongue with a carnality that ruined any semblance of control he might have had left.
    He pulled her pants and underwear down and shoved a hand between her legs, ecstatic to find her dripping wet. With little effort, he pulled her pants and panties off, then lifted her in his arms and rammed inside her. Fucked her against the wall in a brutal, unending wave of lust.
    Gwen met him thrust for thrust, gripping his waist with her sleek thighs. “Yeah. Give it to me. All of it, you bastard.”