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come.”
    “No one has ever done that for me,” I confessed in a whisper. “I just wanted to say thank you.”
    His body stiffened for a second. “No one?”
    I shook my head. I was telling him too much, too many intimate secrets. But he was a stranger in the night and tomorrow morning, I would be gone. It didn’t matter.
    “Your exes were idiots,” he said flatly. “Come with me, bright star. Let’s go find a bed and explore all the things you’ve never experienced.”
    Every single time he called me bright star , my heart ached a little bit. Because only lovers used pet names and we were strangers that could only spend one night together.
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    He carried me up the stairs to a small bedroom and set me down on the middle of the bed. “I want you again,” he growled. “The taste of you is seared into my mind, Rachel and I can’t get enough of it.” He positioned himself between my legs. Oh god, he intended to repeat that earth-shattering experience. I groaned aloud. I was not strong enough to withstand it.
    “Marc,” I protested. “I want to touch you too. Besides,” I pointed to his body, “we have a problem here. You have too many clothes on.”
    He winked at me. “Your wish is my command,” he said. He unbuttoned his shirt and I feasted my eyes on him, openly ogling as his hard chest came into view. Little curls of light brown hair covered his torso and I wanted to sink my fingers into him and touch and kiss every inch of his body.
    “Come here,” I demanded.
    “This is when you would typically get spanked for that tone,” he said in response. He took off his trousers, his eyes on my face, watching for any sign of fear.
    I couldn’t quite understand why I wasn’t afraid. “Why aren’t you doing it then?” I challenged.
    He smiled, those dimples deepening. “Next time,” he promised. “I’ll spank you. For the moment,” he took off his briefs, and his cock sprang out, hard and ready, “I just want to do this.”
    This was getting into bed next to me, every inch of his body coming in contact with mine. This was his fingers curving around my breasts, his tongue teasing a nipple. This was pleasure, almost unbearable in its intensity.
    He hadn’t even touched my pussy yet. I might have been in over my head.
    My fingers reached out of their own accord and touched him. They traced every bit of corded muscle in his biceps. They danced a path down his rock-hard abs. And when his breathing grew heavy, I laughed aloud with glee. I’d been trained to bring a man to arousal. This was the first and only time in my life that I received any pleasure from knowing that.
    “What are you doing to me, bright star?” he groaned.
    “Exploring. Marc, please let me?”
    He sucked in his breath. “I do like how prettily you ask.” His eyes were fiery with desire and I wanted to touch him everywhere. “But Rachel, lie back. I want more of you first.”
    I didn’t obey, not exactly. I lay back as I was told, but for each caress of his fingers against mine, I stroked him back. Each kiss of his lips got one of mine in exchange. We ground against each other with abandon, just surrendering to pleasure.
    His mouth lowered over one of my nipples. “Please,” I begged him, arching my chest towards him. He smiled at me and took the peak in his mouth, never taking his eyes off me. “Harder,” I groaned as his tongue flicked against that bud.
    He raised his eyebrows. “You sure you don’t like your sex rough, bright star?” he asked me wryly.
    Everything screeched to a stop at those words. I did. Oh god, I really did like my sex rough. Since I’d avoided men and anything resembling a sexual situation, I had failed to realize that this was the outcome of Dylan’s harsh training. My body responded to pain. As much as I wanted them to, gentle caresses didn’t do anything for me. My pussy dripped when Marc’s fingers tweaked my nipples hard. When his teeth nipped at me, I writhed, consumed with overpowering