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    “Okay.”
    She stood on her tiptoes, trying to give him better access. He teased her wet pussy with his fingers, rubbing her clit. God, when was the last time a man took his time bringing her pleasure?
    It had been way too long.
    “Get on the bed,” he said softly. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you.”
    She grinned and hopped on the bed. “How do you want me?”
    “On your back. Legs spread. Just like that.” He smiled down at her and shook his head. “You’re so fucking amazing, you know that, right?”
    Jenna licked the tip of her finger and ran it through the short curls on her mound, finding herself wet.
    “I’m ready for you.”
    “Mmmm.” Barker settled himself between her legs and dropped a tender kiss to her inner thigh. “I won’t consider you ready until you’re begging for it.”
    She let her head loll back on the pillow, luxuriating in the feel of something soft beneath her head, of a real bed beneath her thighs instead of a thin, dirty mattress on the floor of a subway car.
    And then he licked her.
    Jenna ran her fingers over his shaved head, wishing he had hair she could tangle her fingers into. Wishing he didn’t look like a soldier.
    The gun. Don’t forget the gun .
    But all thoughts of escape fled her mind as he took her body to the edge of climax and kept her there for what seemed like ages, kissing her, licking her, sliding his fingers deep inside.
    She came hard, gasping, and gripped the sheet until her knuckles turned white.
    “Fuck me, please, Barker, fuck me,” she moaned. “I need it.”
    He pulled himself up to her face, his lips shiny with her gloss. “For a dirty girl, you taste really good.”
    She laughed and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Come on. I begged—I’m begging. Please.”
    With a hard thrust, he was inside her, his cock filling her.
    She gasped at the intensity of the sensation. He was fucking huge . “Holy shit.”
    “Are you okay?” He paused, not moving, letting her body become accustomed to his size.
    “Better than okay.” She rocked her hips up to meet his, taking in all of him.
    Barker groaned and slid out before thrusting into her again.
    “I need to do this quickly first, and then I’ll be able to take my time with you,” he whispered. “So hold on.”
    Jenna gripped his back, wrapping her legs around his waist as he rammed into her again and again, the bed slamming against the wall with each thrust.
    He fucked her so hard it hurt, the erotic pain melding into pleasure with the pressure on her G-spot. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and he moaned, his face distorting into a primal grimace as he came with a hoarse shout.
    “Don’t move,” he warned. “I’m not done. I just need a minute.”
    Jenna laughed. “My pussy needs a minute, too, after that.”
    Barker frowned and pulled out of her, caressing her sensitive folds. “Everything okay?”
    “I’m a whore, Barker, not a virgin.” She sighed.
    Suddenly she was facedown against the bed, and Barker spanked her ass with one hard swat.
    “Hey!” Jenna scrambled to the top of the bed. “What was that for?”
    “You are officially no longer a whore. I don’t ever want to hear those words come from your mouth again.”
    “Well, I am.”
    Barker shook his head and pulled her over his naked lap again, spanking her just once, but hard.
    Jenna felt a flush rise through her body, warming her cheeks. She sat up.
    He looked at her sternly. “You did what you had to do, and now you don’t have to anymore. When we go back to the camp, I’ll make sure you get what you need.”
    The camp. When would he realize that taking her there would be a death sentence?
    “That sounds great,” she said simply, because arguing him would only make him more alert, more aware of what she was doing. And she needed him passed out.
    “Sorry about that,” he said, nodding toward her spank-reddened ass.
    “That’s okay. . . . I’m used to men lying to