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and he’d yet to tell her Tula was likely in it. That was not going to go over very well with Carly—
    “Bastard!” Carly screeched from the other room. “Lowlife, two-timing slug!”
    Zeb grabbed the mail he’d set aside, shoving it into his back pocket, and he headed to the bedroom. He glanced into the room, and Carly whirled on him with a skimpy yellow bra held up, which if he was any judge would no way fit her stellar chest.
    “This is not my bra,” she exclaimed, with bruises of hurt in her eyes, but also anger. Her other hand lifted while shaking, and he saw a necklace with a silver stallion charm on it.
    Damn it.
    He knew whose necklace that was.
    “This is not mine either!” She tossed both down on the bed. “He had them right there in his coat thrown on the floor. In our bedroom!”
    Carly was married—Zeb knew it. The necklace was Tula’s, and he should be pissed about that, but when his eyes turned and caught sight of her marriage bed, it made him simmer with feelings he’d never felt before. Being maddened with possessiveness was at the top of those sudden emotions.
    He grabbed Carly and pulled her from the evidence of a bed she’d slept in with another man, and he knew he was being unreasonable, but he couldn’t seem to help it. It just rolled over him.
    “You’re never sleeping with that bastard again,” he snarled, with the raw edges of command.
    Carly was blinking at him wide-eyed as he grabbed the back of her head and hauled her mouth to his. No way was he nice or easy, but hard and driven. Driven to brand her and wipe the images of her ever in that bed with another man. He latched her back, pulling her up on him, and she took his intensity with a passionate moan, then gave him back as much heat and urgency.
    Carly gasped as Zeb thrust inside her, while pulling her to the edge of the kitchen table so he could do it so amazingly hard. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and her jean skirt was bunched between their bodies. Her panties were in his fist on the table beside her.
    “Tell me never again.” His light blue eyes seared into her. He withdrew and slammed home again.
    “Never. Never,” she whimpered, and his lip pulled up in a sneer as he pumped faster, rocking the kitchen table.
    “Rub your clit,” he ordered as he rocked her harder.
    She panted little screeches, digging for her clit, while he plunged into her.
    “Zeb!”
    She looked down at him entering her so fast it made slapping sounds as she rubbed her clit. Her legs rose higher on his sides and she squealed in her throat as the blast of a sweet freaking gut-curling climax blazed through her core.
    She heard Zeb grunting, and she latched his neck with her nails digging in. “ Come on, baby,” she gasped. “Give me that hot cock. Oh! Oh!”
    He groaned, shook his head, and rammed into her. His gaze pierced her as if it was his thick shaft. Then he held with a heavy shudder going through him.
    Ohmygod, they’d just had sex on her kitchen table.
    Stunning.
    Zeb’s mouth came down over hers and they kissed passionately for long moments. It had not escaped her that Zeb had become intensely possessive being in her house. A place where she used to sleep with her husband. The second Zeb had seen her bed he’d gotten all growly and dominant. It actually wiped away the pain from the evidence of her husband’s unfaithfulness.
    She discovered hot, urgent, and rough sex could blow pretty much anything out of her mind but Zeb. In fact, she decided it was a perfect way to deal with it all. She would continue having consuming, intense, and hot sex with Zeb. She’d never known she was a “hot” sex kind of person. Whether it was her age or she’d been an unknown slut all this time, she was diving into it with a passion like she’d never felt before.
    “Man, I don’t know what’s going on with me,” Zeb muttered as he pulled away from her. “I keep meaning to go slower but—hell.” He grumbled to a stop.
    Carly closed her