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her deep moans. It took her a second to notice her empty hand. She must have let cup roll from her hand and  onto the floor.
    How could he complain about it, though? He was busy decimating her. His knuckles pressed pressed low on her spine as he continued to grip her dress. Adam used that leverage to make her kneel on the window seat. She braced her hands on the sill, lost in what his mouth was doing. His mouth was tracing the line of her spine and back up to the crook of her neck.
    If Charlotte's arms weren't pinned so tightly, she would have reached up to squeeze her nipples to let off some of the pressure building in them. They were so damn hard and ignored. As though he could hear that silent plea for release, he closed his hands over her breasts and kneaded the soft flesh.
    “My Charlotte,” he murmured into her ear, “is this what you needed?”
    She so wanted to be the woman he thought she was. That Charlotte would voice her need for him to pinch her nipples. But how? She’d never needed that before. If he added a tease of pain with the pleasure he was giving, she could come, no penetration needed.
    The only word that made sense from the loud pounding in her head spilled from her lips, “Adam.”
    He grunted and squeezed the tips hard enough she felt the promise of pain from his nails. Charlotte whimpered, confused and lost in what he was making her need, almost beg for.
    “My sweet Charlotte… You like just a taste of pain, don't you?”
    A rip of fabric broke through the roar in her ears then air kissed her ass and her pussy lips. She shuddered at how wanton she felt at being so exposed for him, but he’d wanted an answer when he'd stolen her words again. So she moaned in hopes he could interpret it.
    “Spread your hands wider on the window sill,” he ordered, his voice rough and raw.
    She freed her arms from the straps and could only imagine the picture she made. Her green dress bunched around her waist, her breasts out, along with her ass and pussy. Everything exposed for his view.
    Her feet kissed the curve of her butt, and with her hands braced on the sill, her back had to jut out, making everything below her waist prominent. All of her backlit in the main kitchen's lights and whatever filtered through the fog from the Golden Gate Bridge. Her hair was tucked to the left, leaving her back bare for his purview.
    Her breath came in and out as though she was running a race. The rough scour of his jeans against her legs made her gasp. Her every nerve was screaming in her head. She gripped the sill, her nails digging so deep into the paint she would probably leave marks.
    Again, all she could say was, “Adam.”
    He was taking her world and spinning it on its head. “Can I have you, Charlotte? Tell me yes, and I’ll do what you want.”
    She couldn't put her needs into words, so how could he even know to give it to her? “I just want you inside me.” Charlotte barely recognized the raw way she demanded him to take her.
    That was all the permission Adam needed. The sound of foil ripping filled the kitchen.
    “Adam, now. Please.”
    The thick prodding against her entrance stole her breath and then he thrust into her. She gasped, holding onto the sill, hard. The sharp pull on her scalp resumed. He'd fisted a hand in her hair again. She closed her eyes, pushing back into his every downstroke. Their skin made such a beautiful sound, rhythmic and primitive.
    “Faster,” she begged.
    He grunted, his pelvis slapping against her. Heat tingled along her skin, and just when she thought it was enough for her to fall over the cliff of pleasure, he slapped a hand against the curve of her ass. The harsh sting pushed her over. She was burning up from pleasure, inside and out. Her back bowed as the orgasm worked its way up from her core to her belly. All she could do was cry out as it shook her limbs.
    Adam slipped out of her. She whimpered again. He pressed his mouth to the base of her spine. She shuddered at the