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waist. Her hair a rat’s nest. In total disarray, the exact opposite of everything
     she’d come to know about Ash.
    But he smiled at her and brushed a strand of hair off her face. “You’re a mess.”
    She felt the blush starting at her neck.
    “I like it. I don’t know why, but I do. You’re so different, Joy. Different from any woman I’ve been with.”
    She lifted her chin. “Is that good or bad?”
    “Good.” He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips, acidic and erotic. “Right now it feels really good.”
    “You know what would feel even better?” she asked against his mouth, licking at his lips and tasting herself and him, while
     a fresh wave of lust washed over her.
    “What’s that, baby?”
    “If you did as you promised and fucked me.”
    Reaching into the neckline of her dress, he slid his hand beneath her bra and took her nipple between his fingertips. She
     gasped as pleasure bolted through her. “I intend to,” he said, kissing her again. He beaded her nipple and pinched, the sharp
     sting heightening the powerful sensations already pulsing through her, and her sex clenched with need.
    “You like that, baby?”
    “I think so.” He pinched again, harder, and pure bliss rushed through her. “Yes.”
    “Good. Now tell me what you want. Exactly what you want.”
    “I want to feel you inside me. I want you to fuck me right here, against this wall.”
    “Goddamn, Joy.” He kicked off his boots and pulled his shirt over his head. Her gaze landed on his exposed upper body with
     appreciation. She’d thought him thin, but he was all muscle. Sinewy elegance, almost feline. So unlike her own curvaceous
     body.
    Don’t think about it.
In any other circumstance, she would have probably run away, her insecurities taking over as she looked at a man so hard,
     lean, and powerful. But she was too turned on; her body needed him, and as he pulled off his jeans and boxers, she could see
     he needed her, too.
    He glanced down at the erection standing straight up, long and hard and male. “You do this to me, Joy.” He took his hard penis
     in his hand, starting at the base, and stroked up to the head and back again. She licked her lips as a drop of come leaked
     from the engorged head.
    “Is this what you want? It will be, sweetheart. Hard and rough. I bet that’s how you like it.”
    She swallowed. “Yes.” She could feel her body secreting her arousal, knew she’d be so wet and slick for him. “Hurry.”
    He had a condom in his hand, and he tore open the packaging and rolled the rubber onto his cock. Wide-eyed and panting, she
     watched him as he came for her. This time when he kissed her, it was rough, forceful. She moaned deep in her throat as she
     met him full-on, pulling on the rope binding her, encouraging him to take her as he wanted.
    His hands on her thighs were also rough as he lifted her and pushed her body against the wall. He picked her up as if she
     weighed only as much as a feather, and a wonderful sense of femininity settled inside her. She wrapped her legs around him
     as he drove into her, filled her.
    “Yes, Ash. Like that.” Talking like this, telling him what she wanted, felt so right.
    “Like this?”
    He pulled out and fucked her again, his hands on her body rough and bruising. He kissed her once more, trailing his fingers
     up her arm until he was touching the rope around her wrists.
    “God, yes.”
    “You like giving yourself to me, don’t you, baby?”
    “Yes,” she admitted, and the word was raspy, dry. Her mouth felt like a desert.
    Every time he drove into her, it seemed harder and deeper than the last time, and that was exactly what she wanted; she wanted
     to be taken like this, by him. Hard, reckless, wild.
    “You’re so hot and wet for me,” he said, driving into her with such force she felt the wall scratching at her back. “I want
     you to come now, Joy.”
    She was already on the edge, and those words were all it took as he buried himself