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tight against her core. “That good-girl body gets wet nice and fast, doesn’t it? Maybe you’re not such a good girl, after all.” Through her panties, he pushed his thumb against her clit and twisted it in a circle. She laid her forehead against the door, clutching the cool surface for support. “I know the best way to find out.”
    “Do it,” she pleaded.
    He swatted the underside of her bottom, making her cry out, eyes flying open to stare at the door but seeing nothing. Exhilaration raced across her skin, concentrated on the spot his palm had connected with her flesh. The sting had dissipated too quickly and she wanted it back. Bracing herself against the door, she tilted her backside in a silent request for more. Matt was suddenly standing behind her, flush against her back. His stubbled jaw scraped over the hypersensitive skin of her neck, big hand petting her bottom like a precious object.
    “Jesus. You’re begging me for it, aren’t you?” he rasped at her ear, wrapping her hair around his fist and tugging her head back. “Beg harder.”
    “More, Matt. Please .”
    He obliged her broken request with another, harder spank of her bottom. She didn’t know which one of them made the strangled noise that followed. Maybe they both did. She’d grown so incredibly damp between her thighs that her legs slipped against each other when she attempted to squeeze them together. Barely conscious of her actions now, she pushed her bottom into his hands, shuddering as he slapped her again.
    “Hot fucking girl.” His palm connected with a firm strike. “Make me hard in public?”
    Another strike of his hand. When he once again soothed the spot by stroking it in circles, she shook her head. “S-stop. I like it…the burn.”
    His hand ceased its movement. “Is that right?”
    “ Yes .”
    Rough hands grasped her shoulders and propelled her away from the door. Within seconds, she found herself bent over at the waist, elbows resting on the small dining table placed in the corner of the room. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it. Any second now he would spank her harder than before, no holding back. She couldn’t wait. Wanted it so bad.
    A knock sounded at the door. “Pizza delivery.”
    For long, torturous seconds, neither one of them moved. No sounds could be heard in the room save their harsh breathing. Oh God, he’s going to stop. No, no—
    Slap.
    Lucy screamed.

Chapter Four
    When Sasha screamed his name, Matt slipped a little closer toward insanity. Who the hell was this girl? What was she doing to him?
    He’d heard the knock on the door, knew the right thing to do would be to answer it, pay the man and end what he’d unwisely started with her. If he wasn’t careful, he’d become addicted to her. Hell, he might already be halfway there. She hadn’t shied away from him, hadn’t looked at him with fear or disgust. Only an insatiable need for more. A need that possibly even matched his own. The trust she continued to show him, not holding anything back…it had drawn the very thing out of him he’d worked for years to keep under wraps. He couldn’t control it around her. More, she didn’t want him to. Christ, she was breathtaking.
    When he’d heard another man’s voice so close to her, where she’d stood naked and vulnerable, his first instinct hadn’t been to cover her up. Or put a stop to what would undoubtedly end with him buried in her sweet body. No . His instinct had been to claim her, in a way that any male in the vicinity knew who the fuck she belonged to. It came on so powerful and swift that he couldn’t deny it or hold back. So he’d raised his hand and spanked her so hard he could still make out his handprint. He’d wanted her to scream loud enough to shake the rafters. He’d wanted everyone to hear it.
    Now, though, he waited, heart beating in his throat. This is where she would scramble for her clothes, crying, shouting through her tears for him to stay away. Any