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head.
    She laughs self-consciously. “I was going to work out.” She lifts a hand to fix her hair, and I trap it with my own.
    “You have,” I say with a straight face.
    “God, have I.” Her eyes find mine.
    I'm struck anew by her beauty—as though I haven't been mesmerized all along. Kandace is different from me, yet the same. It's what first attracted me. That, and the obvious personality.
    Women who are outwardly assertive many times make the best submissives.
    Kandace King vehemently rejected me more times than I could count.
    Of course, that made me want her more, but I don't think that was her goal. She was simply running scared.
    Our chemistry is that powerful. On some primal level, she resists because she's aware of it.
    I don't resist. It controls me, and I allow it.
    Her long dark hair appears soft but has a slightly coarse texture as I squeeze it. Kandace gazes at me with brown eyes that consume the precious real estate of her face.
    Her skin is a true light coffee. My pale skin is a whip of cream against the darkness of hers.
    I move my hips until my nakedness is against hers.
    Her eyes widen. “God, is that you? All hard and that—already?”
    She laughs.
    I do not. My eyes hold hers. “Yes. And all that. Very much that.”
    “What have I gotten myself into?” she asks, regarding my unsmiling face.
    I plow my fingers through her hair and hold her fragile skull. My dick gives a single hard throb at the thought of reentry.
    “Let's find out.” I dip my head and kiss her full lips for the first time.
    Kandace writhes, parting her knees as I take from her mouth as I took from her pussy just moments before.
    “Chet!” She laughs.
    I capture her happiness as I torture her mouth with my lust.
    I break away, pecking her mouth again.
    “You're insatiable.”
    I cock my head, studying her.
    “Yes, and you'll allow it.”
    She searches my face and gives a small sigh. “I can't pretend I don't love it.”
    I press the tip of me into her cum-filled center, and she opens farther with a small moan.
    “Fuck me again, Kandace.”
    Slowly, she grasps her knees and folds them back beside her ears.
    Her eyes tell me yes.
    I fold my hands over her shoulders and shove inside her. She’s as tight as she was before, now wet with my release, slick with my cum.
    My second release is a branding. Kandace might not know it, but I do.
    She is mine.

SEVEN
    Kiki
     
    I am so fucked.
    My breath escapes in a slow slide of inevitable resignation as I stare at Chet sleeping beside me.
    A pie slice of early morning light falls like a heated wedge against Chet's back. His fair skin is polished alabaster I touch.
    But I don't want to move. I want to own this moment and never have it end.
    Every bit of me aches. My pussy feels beat up.
    Perfect.
    I'm sticky with what Chet's done to me, filled me with.
    My heart gives a lurching thud as I try to remember if I took my birth control pill.
    Yes. Thank God.
    Hell, I didn't even think rubber last night. It's as if I'm instantly stupid when Chet's around.
    My mom had me on birth control the minute she could.
    I shove the bad away and force my body to relax, piece by piece. When even my toes are loose, I exhale slowly and close my eyes, falling back into a dreamless sleep.
     
    *
     
    My hand touches cool sheets.
    My eyelids sweep open, and my head jerks to the right. Chet's gone as though he never was there. I sit up.
    I'm nude, and the sheet falls to my waist.
    Sunlight streams through the slits in my curtain. A crack in the window allows early winter air to frost the pane and send a shiver of gooseflesh over my skin.
    I swing my feet around, aiming for the floor, and groan.
    All my parts are sore. I look down and see the remnants of fingerprints on my skin. God, I might have bruises. That should disturb me, having marks from Chet. Instead, a little flutter of excitement breaks free inside me like a broken piece of my heart. I place a palm over where my body shivers at the memory of us