“What are you doing?” she demanded as he pulled her up and off the counter. She glared up at him as he held her, his fingers biting into her body. “When I’m finished, the next time we play that damned game, you’ll walk away so drunk, I’ll have to carry you home.” “So what? You intend to fuck me in all the ways I haven’t been fucked tonight?” Yes, he thought, his cock straining. He wanted to feel her around him—all that swollen heat coaxing come into her body as if she were starved for it. “Technically, it’s morning,” he said in a breathless chuckle. “I have to go to work soon.” “Pity,” he said
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