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explained, his voice still rough with need despite his amusement.
    “They keep popping up all over the gym. There’s even lube in the top drawer of the membership desk.”
    Her first reaction was relief that it hadn’t been Harry’s stockpile. Her second was bafflement. “Um, why?”
    He appeared almost embarrassed as he answered, “He’s matchmaking. I guess he wanted us to be…prepared…wherever it happened.”
    “Oh.” Beth felt blood rush to her face but she held his gaze. “Remind me to bring Dominic more cookies.”
    His smile fell away as his eyes flared with heat. “You’re killing me,” he gritted as he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and yanked her in for another kiss.
    Beth felt the piles of paper give beneath her as he pulled her to the edge of the desk, holding her hips in a hard grip as he bent his knees and thrust into her. His thick cock parted her tight, hot passage and a deep moan vibrated in Harry’s chest.
    He felt so good, so right. His fingers dug into the soft give of her hips and he slammed into her, wild thrusts hard enough to shake the desk. Beth climaxed instantly, wave after wave of ecstasy breaking over her, leaving her only vaguely aware of Harry’s shudders as he exploded, following her into mindless pleasure.

    Beth gradually came back to reality. As she felt the lumpy mounds of paper beneath her and Harry still inside her, insecurities began slipping in. Was this it? Had this been his goal and now that he’d had it—or had her , rather—would he escort her to the door for the “thank you, ma’am” part that followed the “wham, bam”?
    And what a wham bam it was , she thought, trying to hold back a fatuous grin. Her one previous lover—another art student in college—had not prepared her for the crackling attraction between her and Harry, the irresistible, frantic need that had overwhelmed her reservations and any trace of common sense.
    Still panting a little, Harry raised his head from where it had been resting next to hers. Their eyes met and Beth was stricken with awkward shyness. She had never been in this situation before. What should I say? she wondered, self-conscious under his intent gaze.
    “Well, shit.” Harry was the one who broke the silence and his pithy summation made Beth laugh and relax. He pulled out of her and her laughter faded, replaced by a sense of loss.
    Don’t be silly , she told herself sternly. It’s not like he can stay inside you all the time—
    think how awkward work would be. That thought made her smile again, and Harry grinned back at her as he straightened and tossed the condom into a trashcan next to the desk before adjusting his pants.
    Feeling exposed, Beth pushed herself off the desk, reaching for the floor with her feet. A pile of paper slid under her hand and she almost fell. Harry’s hard hands grabbed her around the waist and gently lowered her to the ground. Her torn panties circled one ankle and she hurriedly stepped out of them and grabbed them up.
    Embarrassed again, she blushed hotly as she scanned the room for her abandoned shorts, her wadded-up underwear clutched in one hand.
    “Sorry about those,” Harry said, nodding toward her fist, his eyes heating again.
    “Huh,” Beth retorted a little skeptically, holding back a grin. “You don’t look sorry—you look pretty proud of yourself.” Her eyes seized on the gray puddle of her shorts and she hurried to pull them on over her shoes, nearly falling over in the process.
    “Easy there.” He steadied her, eyes alight with laughter. “Just so you know, that wasn’t my best performance. I’m not really a two-minute man, you know.”
    Beth lifted a teasing eyebrow.
    “Honestly!” he insisted, moving closer to her. “In fact, I was wondering if you would mind if we skipped the rest of your training session—”
    Beth’s heart plopped into her stomach. This is it , she realized. Here comes the brush-off. Stupid, stupid, stupid , her brain raged