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each thrust into her body. He lowered his head and took
     one of her nipples between his lips, sucking, teasing.
    She forked her fingers into his hair and held on. She was probably pulling. And it
     probably hurt. But he didn’t complain.
    He gripped her thigh harder, blunt fingertips digging into her flesh, the rhythm and
     force of his movements increasing. She was lost in it. Surrounded by him. His heat,
     his smell, his body.
    She moved her hands down his back, could feel his muscles shivering beneath her palms.
     Could sense the edges of his control fraying to the point of breaking. The evidence
     of her effect on him, of his need for her, was enough to push her over the edge.
    Pleasure rolled through her like a thundercloud, dark, frightening, pouring release
     down on her, through her, sending flashes of light behind her eyes.
    And then Mac followed her over, a harsh groan signaling his orgasm, his body going
     stiff against hers as he lost himself in her. He buried his face in her neck, dropping
     a kiss to her sensitive skin.
    Neither of them spoke. Neither of them moved. There was no sound in the room other
     than their labored breathing. Other than her heart pounding in her ears.
    Then he withdrew from her, stepped away. He pushed his hand back through his hair
     and surveyed the clothes on the floor.
    He took a breath and looked at her like he meant to say something, then let the air
     out of his lungs, put his hands on his lean hips and looked back down at the floor.
     He bent at the waist, muscles shifting beneath smooth golden skin, and started collecting
     their clothes.
    “Yours, I think,” he said, handing her the black lace bra.
    “Unless you have a little secret you haven’t shared with me.”
    “Not that kind of secret.”
    “I can handle a little kink,” she said, hoping to use humor to diffuse the knot of
     emotion that was tightening in her chest, binding up her heart and lungs, making it
     difficult to breathe.
    “Oh, can you?”
    “I think so.”
    “You think so?”
    “To date, the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done is have sex with you in broad daylight
     against a wall.”
    “We may have to work on that, Lucy.”
    “You’re assuming I want a repeat performance.” She did.
    “Yeah, I’m cocky like that.” He was. “But when a woman screams in my ear the way you
     just did…”
    “I did not.” She totally had.
    “We can use the scratch marks on my back as exhibit A.”
    “I’m sure I didn’t leave any…” He turned around. And it turned out she had.
    There were raised pink lines going from the tops of his shoulders down to the middle
     of his back. Five on each side and spaced just right so that if she put her hands
     against them in the shape of a claw, they matched right up.
    Dear Lord, what had he done to her?
    The kitchen timer buzzed. “That’d be the chicken,” she said. For some reason that
     made her feel embarrassed, when nothing else had. Not the revelation of her marks
     on his skin, not standing naked in front of him save a pair of high heels. No, the
     fact that she was currently roasting the man a chicken, and had taken time out to
     do him against a wall—now, that was embarrassing.
    Mac walked out of the room and returned a few moments later, condom neatly disposed
     of.
    “I’m sure we just violated some health codes in a major way,” he said, tugging his
     jeans on.
    “I’m sure.”
    She bent down and collected her clothes, dressing as quickly as she could, not looking
     at Mac once.
    “Want to stay for dinner? It’s the least I could do,” he said, still buttoning his
     shirt.
    She walked into the kitchen and took a pair of oven mitts off of the counter and slipped
     them on. “I don’t know.”
    “After that? I owe you a meal.”
    “I thought you wanted to stay away from that whole sex-for-payment thing.”
    “But sex being… rewarded… with dinner is a tradition as old as time. I think.”
    She frowned, her body buzzing, her shirt