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around me, disturbed by my movements. The low desk light created a shadowy effect that made her dark eyes seem even darker. Wide and mysterious. It sensually highlighted the delicate tats on her shoulders, the hollows just above her collarbones.
    “It was…” she whispered, “ amazing .”
    Fuck, yes. That’s what I wanted. What I needed.
    Amazing.
    “You know,” I shrugged in a feigned indifference, “maybe it wasn’t actually as good as we remember. Maybe we should do it again to make sure it actually was that good.”
    Raven laughed, a rich chuckle that bubbled up from deep inside, and her exhaled breath brushed against the skin of my neck. That’s how close we stood. “What kind of logic is that?”
    “Well, there’s no point in comparing any future sexploits to you and I if it was just a freak thing. If we had sex again and it wasn’t so good, that would make it easier on our next partners.”
    She nodded, a glint of conspiracy lighting her eyes. Along with a spark of something else. Something naughty. She arched her pierced eyebrow. “We could try to make it bad.”
    My jeans began to feel a little tight against my rapidly swelling cock. “Right, we could totally just fuck all sloppy and shit. Get it over with. That would ease things up. It would have to.”
    I leaned in a little closer and watched as some of the humor left her expression, fading with the heat that simmered underneath the surface of her gaze. Slipping one hand around her waist, my touch skimmed the warm, smooth skin just below the hem of her vest.
    She dropped her eyes to the desk beside us, setting her purse on it. “Hell, we could just do it right here.” Her voice had taken on a low, sultry quality that intensified the ache in my balls. Turning slightly, she leaned over the desk, her arms extended out in front of her. “I could just bend over the desk like this and… let ‘er rip.”
    Her back arched, and she swayed back towards me, pressing her ass against my groin with an unspoken but oh-so-obvious plea to be filled. To be fucked. To be used.
    Jesus.
    Oh, hell… yes.
    Just. Like. That.
    In a flash, that memory of sinking deep inside her permeated my brain. All the blood in my body rushed straight to my dick. I was rock hard in an instant.
    “Exactly. Quick and dirty.” My own tone sounded thick and dreamlike, as though it was a thought echoing around in my head instead of quiet words I whispered. Then the realization hit me. “Fuck, I don’t have a condom. I didn’t grab a new one to put in my wall—”
    Before I could finish, Raven had slipped her hand into her purse and held a shiny foil package out to me.
    “Here,” she whispered, sounding breathless and needy as she shifted back against me once more.
    Fuck, yeah. She wanted it… badly. She wanted me.
    This time, it didn’t even cross my mind to walk away. That luscious ass of hers nudging me gently. Her legs, showcased in those spectacular heels. I was throbbing. Hard and ready. In no time, I had sheathed myself in the condom, tugged up her skirt and pushed aside her panties, and slipped inside her.
    It was supposed to be cold and clinical. An act. It shouldn’t have burned through me with every stroke. I shouldn’t have traced the kiss tattoo on her ass until the image was burned into my brain.
    But, fuck … it was so good. It was everything my drunken mind had remembered. And more.
    As I rocked against her, she lifted her hand, scraping her nails through the short hair at my nape. Just like I’d imagined, her jewelry jangled with the force of each thrust. Her body twisted until her lips were close to my ear.
    “Drew,” she moaned against my skin.
    “Jesus, don’t say my name like that.” I pressed a tight, firm kiss against her lips, swallowing the gasp she let out when I drove hard inside her again. “I like it way too much.”
    “Sorry,” she whispered, biting back another moan, and the emotional force of her voice radiated through her body.
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