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anyway.”
    “Your judgment’s clouded when it comes to Nadia.” I sank onto the patio chair behind me, gripped the front of Merrick’s pajama bottoms, and pulled him another step forward between my knees.
    He glared down at me. “My judgment’s clouded?”
    “You want to trust her, so you do.”
    “So you take matters into your own hands?”
    I leaned forward and grabbed the drawstring on his PJ bottoms with my teeth, pulling the bow free before hooking my thumbs into the waistband and tugging them down to drop at his ankles. Looking up at him, I ran my hands up his bare thighs and took his cock in my hands. “Yes. I’m taking matters into my own hands.”
    Merrick closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting his head fall back slightly. “I’m so fucking pissed at you,Rachael. I’m a man. I don’t need you running interference. I can take whatever happens.”
    I licked him from base to tip, hearing the rush of air from his lungs. His hands came off his hips and threaded through my hair.
    “So be fucking pissed. But you’re mine. It’s my job to take care of you.” I took his rapidly growing length into my mouth. There was something so powerful about loving this man, about giving him pleasure and taking it from him. He was my addiction.
    I pushed away the thought that we might be seen out on the balcony, too turned on by his arousal to care. The way he felt in my mouth—hot, silky, and huge—made me want to take him deeper, faster. My abandon of all reservations with Merrick was nothing I’d ever experienced before. I’d do anything to him, with him, and let him take me however he wanted.
    Merrick fisted my hair in his hands and thrust himself in and out of my mouth. I knew he was working out his anger, but he’d stop if I wanted him to. I didn’t. His frustration, eagerness, and lust fueled me. I reached between his legs, massaging his balls, working him into a panting frenzy. “Fuck, Rachael—killing me.”
    Merrick stepped back, pulling himself out of my mouth, holding the base of his cock, eyes flaming with heat and rage. He pulled me up and turned me around. “Bend over the chair.”
    My silky slip of a nightgown rose as I knelt on theseat and leaned over the back. I closed my eyes as Merrick grasped both sides of my ass, slipping both thumbs between my cheeks and sliding them down to my middle, spreading my lips apart. I gripped the back of the chair tighter as he spread my wetness with his fingers, circling my clitoris before guiding the head of his cock to my opening and shoving his length inside in one fast, hard thrust.
    I threw my head back, gasping and arching into him. So full. The sensation was always unexpected, no matter how many times he’d filled me.
    He kept his grip on my ass cheeks as he slammed himself into me over and over, squeezing me so hard, I knew his fingertips would leave bruises, but the pinch of pain with the overwhelming pleasure thrilled me.
    “Stay. Out. Of it,” Merrick said, punctuating the words with deep thrusts. One hand grabbed a handful of my hair. “Am. I. Clear?” He pulled me back against him hard, using my hair like reins, to meet each brutal thrust. I cried out.
    “Am. I. Clear?”
he repeated, continuing his deep penetrating assaults.
    “Yes!” I reached back and grabbed his thigh. My insides were quivering on the brink of my first pleasure/pain orgasm. “Please. Yes.”
    Merrick let go of my hair and wrapped his forearms around my waist, leaning over my back. “Let it go.” His husky voice was like a growl in my ear.
    I wasn’t sure if he meant the situation with Nadia, or my own burgeoning release, but the blinding red heat behindmy eyes and the prickling surge of energy sparking at every nerve ending were my answer.
    I exploded, shattered, shook and convulsed, whimpered, and collapsed back against Merrick as a sob escaped my throat.
    He collected me into his arms, lifted me from the chair, and carried me back to bed. The warmth of his