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    "Please, what?” he asked huskily. “This?” He caught the nipple between his teeth and began a light tugging that arched her against him. His playful tugging became a harder bite, and Abby rolled her hips against the thick cock that bulged aggressively against his jeans. Her hands reached up to clutch at his head, holding his mouth against her heated skin.
    "You are so damn responsive. Do you have any idea what that does to a man?” Jack whispered as he kissed his way back up to her mouth, to take her swollen lips again in an aggressive kiss that brooked no denial. His hand reached into her hair and tugged her head back so he could plunder more deeply, controlling her response.
    "Yes, you like that don't you?” he asked as she moaned. He could smell her arousal and his hold tightened painfully in her hair. “You're wet for me, aren't you, angel?” His hand smoothed down her belly and beneath the elastic waistband of her shorts, and his fingers sank into the moist heat of her pussy. She let out a broken whimper, and he knew it wouldn't take much to bring her to climax. His mouth met hers again as he sank one long finger into her channel, his thumb stimulating her clit. He pulled out his finger and pushed it in again, and she whimpered. “Yes, baby. God, you're so tight. That's it. That's right. Come for me.” Her pussy spasmed around his finger, and he felt the gush of her orgasm over his hand as she cried out. “Fuck, yeah. That's so sweet."
    He pulled his hand out of her pants and reached for his own fly, the slick moisture from her climax making it difficult to undo his button. All he could think of was dragging Abby to the floor and sinking his cock to the hilt in her hot, wet cunt. Thank God Beau had sent her here. He needed her so damn ... Shit. Beau. What the fuck was he doing? This was Beau's aunt, for chrissakes.
    He stepped back from Abby, releasing her so abruptly she stumbled and would have fallen if not for the chair behind her. Her eyes blinked at him in bewilderment, and her bare breasts rose and fell in time with her breathing, glistening with the moisture from his mouth. Jack fisted his hand to prevent himself from reaching for her again, but he had to regain control here. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What the hell was going on? He had to get away from Abby before he did something they would both regret. If he hadn't already done that.
    "Hell, look Abby. I'm sorry about that. I need to get laid, and you were handy. It didn't mean anything.” Jack backed away from Abby, trying to ignore the hurt look on her face at his harsh explanation. Shit.
    Blankly she tugged her shirt down over her exposed breasts. “Jack, please don't..."
    "Don't worry. It won't happen again.” He cut her off, a bland mask of indifference hardening his features in an attempt to put as much emotional distance between them as he could.
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    Abby's face paled at his words, but then her chin lifted. “Sure, whatever. It was just the heat of the moment, right?"
    "Look, I have to go.” He muttered the words just before he turned and strode toward the door. Pausing in the doorway, he hesitated a moment. “I really am sorry."
    Abby stood there frozen, listening to his retreating footsteps and the opening and closing of the front door. She ran her fingers though her hair and tried to figure out what had just happened. She was glad he was gone, she told herself. But then why did she ache so? She stared at the space he had occupied as seconds ticked by. Finally, she pulled herself together. She would not let him hurt her like this. If that's how he wanted things to go, that was fine with her.
    She stepped forward and her foot landed on a piece of broken glass.
    "Ouch!” A small bead of blood trickled from the spot where she had cut herself, and she walked to the sink to rinse the wound.
    When she was done, she cleaned up the rest of the glass, glad to have something to keep her from thinking about what had just occurred with