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feel Viv wrapped around every inch of him. He’d take what he could from her, even if a true future together were impossible.
    “Not that you don’t look luscious all laid out on my table, but I can think of a place you’ll look fucking spectacular.”
    “And where’s that?”
    “My bed.”
    Brock swept Viv into his arms and hurried toward the stairs. Even with her in his arms, he took the steps two at a time. Somewhere on the trip, Viv’s mouth found his. Her tongue stroked between his lips, played with his tongue, and by the time he laid her on the mattress, his cock throbbed with a need so strong he feared he’d erupt on insertion.
    He needed to slow things back down. But how was he supposed to do that when Vivian was naked on his fucking bed?
    Taking his time, he pulled his t-shirt over his head then stepped out of his jeans. He took even more time retrieving a condom from the drawer beside his bed and rolling it onto his erection.
    “Brock…” Viv pushed onto an elbow and reached for him with the opposite arm. He took her outstretched hand in his and let her pull him down onto her. Their mouths connected instantly in a kiss hot enough to singe him to the depths of his soul. She opened her arms for him, her legs, her entire body. Would she be so sexually inviting if she knew the kind of sex he normally indulged in?
    Probably not. She’d most likely run in terror.
    The thought punched him in the gut so hard his body went rigid from the emotional blow.
    “What’s wrong?” she whispered, her palm pressing against his cheek.
    “Nothing, love. Absolutely nothing.”
    She obviously didn’t buy his lie. “Then why’d you go all stiff? What happened?”
    He tried to conjure a more believable fib, but he couldn’t. Instead, he ignored her second question. Lord knew he couldn’t tell her the truth. Not now. Not when his cock was snuggled so splendidly against her pussy.
    Pushing onto his arms, he ordered, “Guide me inside you.”
    Hesitation seized her features, but only for a second before her delicate fingers wrapped around the base of his shaft and directed his head into her moist, wet heat. His eyes threatened to roll back in his head, but somehow he found the will to keep his gaze on her as he breached her, fitting their bodies together like two erotic jigsaw pieces.
    “Brock,” she murmured. Her hands moved to his arms. Her manicured nails dug into his biceps. Her gaze stayed locked on his.
    He withdrew and then held her on the flare of his shaft for a long, torturous moment before filling her again, her heat almost scorching his cock. He repeated the agonizing sequence but slower this time, holding off the orgasm boiling in his balls.
    “Please, Brock.” Viv moved against him, tugging at him. “I need you closer.”
    Against his better judgment, he dropped onto his elbows and settled into a slow, languid pace. Her legs, her arms wrapped around him, pulling at him with such force he had no choice but to surrender to her. Not that it was fucking hard to do, which was slightly odd for a Dom like him, but Viv was no random sub either.
    She cradled the back of his head in her hand and traced the curve of his jaw with her tongue. “More, Brock. Please. Harder. Don’t hold back. Not now…”
    Don’t hold back? Had he done something to make her suspect he was? Or were her words a general “fuck me harder” kind of thing and only had one purpose? Telling him to stop dicking around and fuck the shit out of her. If so, he could most certainly do that.
    He pushed onto his hands and then immediately rammed home. He forced his cock into her with all the power he could muster. With hot, deep strokes he pounded her, pushed her closer and closer to another orgasm, took him closer too.
    Slap, slap, slap.
    “God yes.” Viv cinched her legs around him, arched into him, clung to him with her lithe little body. “Fuck.”
    The vulgar word made him smile. Not that he’d never heard her say such things—hell,