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She didn’t have time to say anything else because he jerked back, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her belly.

“You want to be fucked, baby girl, I’ll fuck you.” Then he was behind her, tugging her hips up so she was on her knees. “Keep your head down on the mattress, face to the side,” he growled, sliding her hair over her shoulder “I want to see you when I’m fucking you, see your eyes screwed shut when I pound you hard, each of your panted breaths when you’re getting close. I want to watch you sink your teeth into that plump lower lip when I go deeper, hear every moan, every hitch of breath. I want my fucking ears to ring when you come screaming my name.”

A full body tremble rolled through her that had her fingers shaking as she fisted the sheet beneath her.

“You understand, Lucy? Don’t you dare hide from me. I want to see it all, every damn thing.”

He shifted and she heard foil tear. His fingers slid along her slit, parting her, sliding against her. “You’re already there. Shit, so wet, baby.” Then the head of his cock was at her opening, and he started to push in, stretching her, forcing her to accommodate his size.

Her mouth dropped open on a groan, fingers digging deeper into the covers.

“That’s it,” he snarled, gripping her hips harder. “Show me how good it feels when I fill you up.”

There was no warming up. He drew back his hips and slammed forward, jarring her, then started fucking her hard and deep.

A startled cry burst from her lips. “Oh God.”

So good. So damn good.

A harsh grunt that sounded torn from his chest filled her ears on the next thrust, an animalistic sound that made the hair at the back of her neck lift and set off tingles across her shoulders and over her scalp. On the next, she jerked back to meet him, taking him deeper.

“Christ, you’re so fucking hot for it, sweetheart, aren’t you? You love the feel of me inside you?”

A sob burst free on the next deep pound.

“Answer me,” he barked.

“Yes!”

“Jesus, the way you’re pushing back on me…” His fingers dug in harder. “Goddamn it, Lucy.”

His voice shook, gritty with lust, and something else. She didn’t know what it was exactly. Anger? Desperation? Torment? Whatever it was had her inner muscles clamping down hard around him.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he gritted out. “Any…goddamn…idea?” He punctuated each word with a punishing thrust of his hips.

Her orgasm was right there, and she pushed back harder, fucking herself back on him, meeting each of his hard, brutal strokes. “I’m going to…I’m…ahhh.” She screamed his name, so damn loud her throat felt tight and raw when she was done.

Adam didn’t slow, was still pounding into her, wringing every last shudder and cry out of her until she was tearing at the sheet beneath her, sobbing and writhing. Planted deep, he roared, pulsing inside her, and she knew he was coming as hard as she just had.

“Damn you, Lucy,” he gritted low while he still throbbed and ground against her, body shaking. “Goddamn you.”

He covered her back, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her to the side with him, still breathing hard.

Silence engulfed the room and the words he’d said while he was inside her swam through her head. Going by the way he’d stilled, he was doing the same thing. What she was doing to him? What the hell did he mean?

No. No more lying, not even to herself. She knew, didn’t she? He was feeling the same thing she was. It should be groundbreaking, earth shattering—but it wasn’t because she’d always known. Deep down, she’d known the truth. They’d both known.

“We should get ready,” Adam said suddenly. “We need to get this car delivered by tomorrow night.”

“We should.”

Neither one moved.

She tightened her fingers around his wrist. “Adam—”

“Don’t,” he rasped.

Nothing’s changed.