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pushes harder and harder. Each time he hits a little deeper, and I bite my lip to fight from crying out. This is rough, but it’s exactly what I need. We had our sweet lovemaking . . . now we’re fucking. There’s no finesse, no love. Just primal and urgent. The need to sink our bodies so deep that we don’t know where I end and he begins.
    “Do you understand?” he asks and pushes so hard I can’t control the cry. I welcome the pain from his body. I’d rather feel him hurt me than all the other forms of agony I’m in.
    “Hurt me! Make it stop!” I scream out.
    Liam stills and looks down at me as tears build in my eyes. “I’ll never hurt you.” His voice is calm and unlabored, as if all of that minutes ago was nothing. He flips me on top and grips my hips. “I love you,” he says tenderly.
    Tears fall from my eyes and splash against his chest. “I love you,” I reply.
    He moves me slowly and I rock, allowing his cock to fill me. “Stay tonight,” he requests.
    I don’t reply because I can’t. He knows it, but it hurts. Liam forces me to pick up the pace but still stays affectionate. “I’m gonna come, Lee,” he tells me as he begins to pump from below.
    I lean down against his ear. “I love you. Fill me.”
    He grunts and releases. Liam’s arms wrap around my body, holding me close. I close my eyes and wish I could stay here.
    But I can’t.
    No matter how much I don’t want to . . . I have to go home.

Ugh. My fucking head is throbbing. I feel like shit. I roll over and fight the spinning.
    That was one hell of a dream. I scratch my head and look at the bed in disarray. I must have really gotten into that one. I haven’t had a wet dream since I was twelve.
    I get up and head to the bathroom, reliving each moment. She felt so real. I could touch her, taste her, and feel her body beneath me, but there’s no way it was her. Natalie’s with her fucking husband.
    Once I’d gotten myself out of the rope the bastard tied me in, I passed out in bed. I let the alcohol-induced coma take me over. Quinn was right, I need to pull myself together and man the fuck up. So she’s gone . . . I have a deployment coming and a team of men who need me to be present. Not some lovesick puppy licking my wounds.
    I rub my neck and notice the nail marks on my shoulder. What the fuck?
    I turn in the mirror and see them extending down my back. No way. It couldn’t have been real. But I can smell her. The smell of lavender filters through the air. I remember the taste of her lips and the way she kept telling me it wasn’t a dream.
    Well, then where the fuck is she?
    The room is cleaned more than I could’ve done last night. I rush out to the living room to find it picked up as well. Son of a bitch. She really was here. The night comes flooding back, and I slap myself for thinking it was a dream. She kissed me before she left and told me she loved me. I was already half dead between the intense sex and extreme hangover I was nursing. Within seconds, I was passed out again thinking I dreamt it all.
    I grab my phone and text her.
    Me: When can I see you again?
    Natalie: Soon. I promise.
    I hope it’s sooner than later. I miss her already, but I can’t say that. She’s got a whole host of bullshit on her plate.
    Me: We should talk about what happened.
    Natalie: I’ll call you tonight.
    Me: Okay, sweetheart. I’m glad you came over last night.
    And I am. Even though I wasn’t sure if it actually happened, it means a lot to me. She was thinking of me enough to sneak out and come over. Of course, I feel like a monumental shitbag for sleeping with her when her husband is home, but he lost her. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
    Natalie: Me too. No more drinking like that. I’m on my way to work. I need to get a break from my mind.
    I decide not to respond. I need to figure out what the hell to do. I’m on leave, so I don’t have to be anywhere. I grab my keys knowing exactly what I need to do today. Aaron