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lifting her and slamming her back down onto his cock. “You like when it hurts a little, baby?”
    Her breath shuddered out. “I-I like the way you do it.”
    His growl caused her eyes to pop open. Not in fear, but with excitement. It let loose something inside him, something he’d never felt. It took over, commanding his body for him. Before he could register his own actions, he dragged her down onto the floor, flipped her over and entered her from behind. “These thighs were made to be spread for a man. This man. Open them wider. Now .”
    “Yes.”
    His fingers tangled themselves in her hair, drawing her head back until she cried out. Some untapped part of him craved authority over her, going hand in hand with his dictation of her body’s responses. He needed her to recognize it. “Yes, please .”
    “Please!”
    Matt drove into her, over and over, the sound of slapping bodies and wild moans filling the room. Her body counteracted each movement of his own perfectly, all wet friction and tight strokes of flesh. He watched as the shaking started in her shoulders and moved down her back. He wanted to make her release powerful, needed her to associate pleasure with him for the rest of her life. His fingers traced over her pumping hip to massage her clit, speeding up as her movements grew jerky and desperate.
    “I’m…oh, please…”
    “Come. Now. Let me feel what I did to you.” Operating on instinct, he reared back with his hand and slapped her ass. He felt her go over the edge, her inner muscles spasming around him. The feel of her—tight, shaking perfection—sent him growling into his own climax, pumping into her as long as he could. Never wanting it to end. “Sasha.”
    …
    Hearing her best friend’s name on Matt’s lips instead of her own felt like an ice pick lodging itself in Lucy’s sternum.
    What have I done?
    She’d tried to stop him; the words had been poised on her lips just before he entered her. Then he’d filled her so thoroughly and started moving. Stopping him, telling him the truth on the chance he might walk away and leave her cold, hadn’t been an option. Not if she wanted to go on breathing. From that point forward, she’d been mindless to anything but his mastering of her body. There simply wasn’t another word for it. He’d mastered her completely, breaking her down and making her whole at the same time. It didn’t seem possible that she’d only met him this afternoon.
    The physical attraction between them was a force in itself. Add to it the foreign mixture of yearning and concern she’d felt for him, this need to be exactly what he needed…
    It was exactly how he was looking at her right now.
    He sat back on the carpet and pulled her into his lap, lips tracing over her hair, murmuring words she couldn’t afford to discern.
    He thinks you’re someone else.
    “Tell me you’re okay.”
    Lucy nodded vigorously, swallowing the hard knot in her throat. She knew he wanted her to say something, but she couldn’t manage words. It felt like someone was choking her. The concern in his voice, the way his fingers drew soothing circles on her hips and stomach, she didn’t deserve it. Liar. She’d never expected to feel something as powerful as the response he’d drawn from her body. Never expected to feel a connection. How stupid she’d been to assume that anything with this man could be casual. The demons behind his eyes should have been a warning. Her reaction to them should have been a bright, blinking caution sign.
    Lucy knew the truth, though. She’d seen the warning signs and gone hurtling past them anyway. It’s that lack of restraint that had landed her in trouble countless times. A little voice whispered in her head now, telling her the consequences of tricking him would be far worse than she’d ever experienced in the past.
    Without warning, he lifted her into his arms. “What are you doing?”
    He didn’t answer, continuing his long strides toward the bathroom.