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ends of his wavy brown hair.
    Melissa licked her lips nervously. “Is everything okay?”
    “I’m fine,” he growled, straightening. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
    She reached out a hand but he spun away and strode toward the house. She trotted to keep up with him.
    “ Rory, listen I—”
    “Why don’t you let me get on with my job, Melissa?” he snapped, striding into the kitchen and rinsing his hands in the basin. “The sooner I’m finished, the sooner I can get out of your way.”
    “But that’s not what I want, Rory.”
    He spun to face her, eyes glinting with anger. “No, I suppose not. Perhaps you want to have a bit more fun with me first? Use me a bit more in your stupid schemes with Sarah?”
    A tiny vein throbbed in Rory’s temple and the set of his jaw was harsh. He was furious, Melissa realized. Furious with her.
    “Look, about what you think you heard—”
    “I don’t think. I know. You and Sarah must have been having a good laugh behind my back the whole time. Nothing changes, does it? And here’s me thinking you might have grown up.”
    “It wasn’t like that, Rory.”
    “So why don’t you explain it?” He stepped forward until he stood less than an arm’s length from her. This close Melissa felt the anger radiating off him in waves.
    Her heart skipped. He was so strong. So powerful. The nearness of him made her breath catch. But beneath her awakening desire was a paralyzing fear. If she didn’t salvage this somehow, she might lose Rory. The thought made dread swirl in her stomach like acid.
    “It was just girly banter, Rory. It didn’t mean anything.”
    He snorted. “You mean like what happened last night didn’t mean anything? Like I don’t mean anything? I misjudged you, Melissa. I thought you were more than just a spiteful little girl.”
    That stung. Her own anger flared. “What exactly is it you’re angry about, Rory? That your stupid male pride has been injured? That I’m not some doormat who’ll do exactly what you want?”
    “What I want? It’s all been what you want, Melissa, like always. Spoiled little princess Melissa always has to get her own way.”
    Melissa screamed with fury. Who did he think he was? She rushed at him, swinging her fist at his face.
    “Go to hell!”
    His arm snapped up, catching her hand two inches from his cheek. Melissa tried to jerk free but he held her effortlessly.
    She glared at him, chest heaving with fury. He stared right back, dark eyes full of anger and something else—hunger.
    Abruptly he yanked her arm, pulling her close. His hot mouth met hers, kissing her with a fiery passion. In an instant Melissa’s anger became desire, so hot and all-consuming she could barely think. She returned his kiss with a passion that bordered on desperation. His smell filled her nostrils. The heat of his angry passion sizzled against her skin. Her thoughts scattered.
    Then suddenly they were tearing at each other’s clothes, tossing them away, exposing warm skin. Rory clutched her naked buttocks and, with a growl, walked her backward until she bumped against the edge of the kitchen table. He spun her around and bent her over.
    She acquiesced meekly as he pushed her legs apart and stepped between them. Rory grabbed her hips and thrust. Melissa moaned as Rory’s hard cock parted the soaking petals of her pussy and slammed roughly into her wet tunnel, filling her with red-hot, sizzling fire.
    Rory fucked her forcefully, desperately, holding her hips as he banged her hard and fast, pumping in and out of her slick entrance with a frenzied urgency. Melissa flattened her palms on the smooth wood of the table top, bracing herself as Rory pumped her.
    She moaned in time to his thrusts as deep, penetrating thrills of delightful sensation sizzled along her nerves, seeming to light every inch of her body with fiery ecstasy.
    Rory’s balls banged against her with each furious thrust, adding another layer of delight to her already heightened senses. She spread