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dance.
    “You know you’re right where you need to be…” Rock starts, but stops when he shoves me onto the bed, placing his body flush with the back of mine. He grabs a handful of my hair and tips my head back before he finishes his comment. “…and that’s right here with me.”
    Fire.
    “So tell me you shouldn’t be here again.” It’s not question.
    Pushing his body into mine, Rock pulls me up the bed, folding me at the waist. “Hands on the bed.” When I don’t comply immediately, he spanks me, hard. It fucking hurts. The smack of his hand reverberates off of my ass cheek and I know it’ll be big and red.
    “Hands on the fuckin’ bed, baby.” I give in, knowing damn well it’s so much easier and satisfying that way.
    Hooking his fingers at my waist, he peels my jeans and panties down my legs. My shirt goes next. Thrusting his hips into my ass, the roughness of his jeans on my bare skin sends goosebumps up my back. “Feels right, don’t it,” he asks, dragging his hands up my thighs. “Feels fuckin’ right to me .”
    Rock has the best lines.
    “You can’t sweet talk me.” I’m such a liar.
    “Every goddamn word out of my mouth is nothin’ but truth when it comes to you, Ellison.”
    It’s hard not to believe him when he makes me feel the way he does. If Rock is brilliant at one thing, it’s giving my body exactly what it needs. He knows me from head to toe, inside out, and he’s mastered every inch.
    I feel him move lower, dragging his body along mine. Dropping to his knees behind me, he groans, and in one swift move, he shoves me down onto my stomach and flips me over to my back. Grabbing an ankle in each hand, he spreads my thighs open and licks a path up my thigh to my center.
    I need a quick fuck. The longer Rock has me here in his hands, the harder it is to tell him no. He works me into a compliant mess, and there’s no telling what I’ll agree to once he works me over good.
    “Just fuck me.”
    “No.”
    “Rocky—”
    “Let me fuckin’ play, baby.”
    He doesn’t give me the chance to argue. One thick finger slides deep inside of me, followed by a second. His thumb rubs soft circles on my clit, and anything I had to say is forgotten.
    He twists those two fingers, finding that spot only he seems to know about. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my thighs shake.
    “Fuck,” I hiss. Biting my lip, I desperately try to keep my cries of pleasure as quiet as possible. I only feed his ego with every moan and curse.
    “Thought you didn’t want to be here.” I never said I didn’t want to be here, only that it was a bad idea. I want to fight it, but at the same time, I can’t bring myself to do it.
    He buries his face between my thighs. His lips and teeth play against my clit, causing my toes to curl and my fingers to bunch the sheets between my fists. He devours me like he can’t get enough.
    I start to thrash, my orgasm ready to take me over, when he suddenly stops. He looks at me with gut wrenching green eyes, burning a trail up my body, as he pulls his fingers out and sucks them into his mouth.
    “You son of a bitch! I was just about to come.”
    I watch the corner of his mouth lift with a deeply satisfied smirk. Rock’s got me right where he wants me, and no matter how good that felt, I know what I’m about to get is going to be so much better.
    “Tastes like heaven, baby.”
    Wasting no time, he removes his jeans, along with his shirt, and pulls a condom from his pocket. He rolls it down slowly, letting me watch the spectacular sight as he pumps his fist up and down his long, hard length. That shit is so fucking hot.
    He spreads my legs wider and begins crawling in between. In one hard thrust, he he fills me. My back arches and I swear I see stars.
    I forget everything. 
    I’m right where I should be, wrapped around my Rock.
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    I’d rather do the walk of shame for six miles shoeless, squeeze through a window half my body size, roll out of bed army style in