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Kaylee was standing beside the bed watching him. She suddenly looked so small and vulnerable in her oversized top and bare feet.
    Sam paused, remembering the incident that had brought them together. It should have made him stop or at least slow things down dramatically. But it didn’t. He was still rock hard, and there was a dark hunger driving him—a primal need to take her, on his terms. Possess her in the most carnal way, and her look of fragility in the sterile bedroom only fanned the flames.
    Sam tore open the condom packet as he walked to her and effortlessly rolled the thin membrane on. She watched. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, pulled her into a tight embrace, and bent low to bite at her neck. Kaylee gasped, running her hand over his shoulder, gripping the thick bulge of his biceps. She moaned appreciatively. His cock pulsed against her abdomen.
    â€œSam,” she whispered, but he didn’t want her words.
    He gripped her hips and turned her around. She cried out softly in surprise as he pushed forward until she bent at the waist with her arms braced on the bed. Her legs were closed and that round ass was perfectly displayed. Sam gripped both curves to lift her higher, aligned with his thrust. He knew he was being rough, callous, selfish, but he didn’t stop. He just pulled aside her obviously expensive lace panties, gripped them like a handle, and stroked deep. She was so wet and tight.
    Kaylee moaned deep. Or maybe it was Sam, he didn’t care. He was too buried in her silken sheath to know the difference. Every inch of his body was alive with the sole focus of taking her hard and fast so that he couldn’t tell where his flesh ended and hers began. It didn’t last long.
    Sam came in minutes with adolescent gracelessness. He roared with it, bucking his hips from the force of the shudders. It was both insanely good, and horribly unsettling. The intensity left him boneless in his wake. He wrapped his arms around Kaylee as they both fell onto the bed, then rolled them over so she wasn’t crushed by his considerable weight. They lay there, breathing hard for several minutes.
    The remorse came soon after. It tasted pretty bitter. He hadn’t even taken off his pants.
    Sam got up and went to the bathroom next door to discard the protection and clean up. He returned a couple of minutes later to sit on the bed beside her, his legs wide, hands clasped between them, head bowed.
    â€œI’m sorry,” he finally stated into the silence. “That was unacceptable and uncalled for.”
    Sam heard what sounded like a sniffle and his heart cracked. He looked over to see that she was lying on her back, arms straight by her side, staring widely up at the ceiling.
    â€œKaylee.” A thin river of wetness trailed from the corner of her eye and into her tousled hair.
    Uncertain of how to handle this, he lay down on his side, wrapped his arm across her waist and pulled her closer, draping one of his denim-clad legs across her naked ones until she was buried in the cocoon of his body. “I’m sorry,” he repeated softly.
    She let out a deep sigh with just a hint of sorrow.
    â€œDid I hurt you?” he asked, hoping desperately that he hadn’t.
    â€œNo. No,” she assured him. “It was just—”
    â€œI know. I had no right to take you like that,” Sam acknowledged, swallowing around the awkward knot in his throat.
    â€œNo, it was fine,” she told him, still looking up at nothing. “It was . . .”
    â€œRough,” Sam muttered when she seemed to struggle with the right word.
    â€œYes. And I think I needed it like that.” She let out a light, nervous laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get so emotional. But it’s been a long day, and I think that’s exactly what I needed.”
    Sam let out a breath, caught off guard by her words. Kaylee never seemed to react to things the way he