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aligning his rock-hard erection with her soft, glistening
entrance.
    “Ready, kitten?”
    “Yes. Oh, yes, Sol. Please, please, please.”
    Warmth filled his chest at her words and the desire he heard
in them. He slid into her in one solid thrust, closing his eyes as his balls
pressed against her ass. He groaned and opened his eyes as he rested his elbows
on either side of her head.
    “You don’t have to beg me, ever. Just tell me what you want
and I’ll always give it to you, I promise.”
    She smiled up at him and his heart sped up in time with his
thrusting hips. He pumped into her heat while he devoured her lips. He loved
the mewling noises escaping unbidden from her as he nipped at her jaw. She was
so beautiful, his emotions welled up. Shaking his head at the unexpected
moisture in his eyes, he grabbed her thighs and pulled them over his hips for a
better angle. She thrashed her head back and forth, her brown curls cascading around
the pillow. He groaned as his climax approached, trying to hold off as long as
possible. He continued thrusting as he placed his thumb on her clit. She moaned
and bucked her hips harder. He moved his finger slowly and steadily, somehow in
a calmer rhythm than his hips. Within heartbeats she screamed his name.
    “God,” he growled, coming hard enough to see stars.
    He peered down at her face, smiling at the dazed look in her
eyes.
    You’re mine, and I don’t give a damn who knows it.
    * * * * *
    Darina woke with a chill and reached her hand out to find
emptiness beside her. She immediately turned to see Sol gone and the morning
sunlight spilling between the blinds. Her head dropped back onto the pillow and
she sighed, surprised to feel Sol’s absence so deeply. Her stomach fluttered in
nervousness and her heart rate sped up. Confusion filled her as she tried to
truthfully examine her feelings for him.
    Why can’t I seem to be truthful with myself?
    She closed her eyes and imagined his touch, his kisses, his
scent, the sound of his voice. All of those warmed her inside and out and she
was suddenly starved for him. Had she ever fallen for a guy so quickly?
    No. Not even Marc made me crave him like this after so
short a time.
    She tried to remember what it felt like to be touched by
Marc but couldn’t. Her thoughts, and apparently her heart, were now filled with
Sol. She smiled.
    “That look isn’t for me, is it?”
    Startled, she sat up quickly and yanked the sheet to her
chin.
    “Marc! What the hell are you doing here? How did you even
get in?”
    His gaze roamed over her body, head to toe, and he took his
time answering as he leaned back against the closed bedroom door.
    “Remember how I lost the key you gave me a few months back?
I found it last week in my gym bag. Just thought I should return it to you.”
    She slipped out of bed, careful to wrap the sheet around her
body completely. She raised her chin and let her anger show on her face as she
took a step toward him.
    “Good. Give it to me.”
    A look she’d never seen crossed Marc’s face and turned into
what she could only think of as an evil smile.
    “Be careful what you ask for, sweetheart. You just might get
it.”
    Oh shit.
    She dropped her hand and took a step back, feeling the
nightstand press against her lower back. She nonchalantly reached a hand back
and found her cell phone, pressing the button programmed to call Sol.
    “That’s not funny, Marc. I want you to give me my key then
turn around and leave.”
    He uncrossed his arms and straightened to his full height,
towering over her even at a distance. She fought the panic building inside. The
Marc she knew would never physically hurt her.
    But that Marc never would’ve cheated on me either.
    “Just thought I’d drop in to check on you, sweetheart. I
knew you’d be all alone on what should’ve been the beginning of our wedding
weekend, and I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
    His face didn’t match his words or the concerned tone of his
voice. He