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At least, that’s what I thought until he leaned his body over me, never missing a hard thrust, as he tipped my head to the side and his mouth found mine. Our tongues twined sloppily thanks to the bad angle we were working with. It didn’t matter though. The kiss was still hot as hell and the way he took charge and powered into me sent chills spilling down my spine and heat flaring in my core simultaneously.

“Sarah,” he groaned my name and momentarily pulled me out of my sex haze.

“Never use that name if you want this to continue.”

He stopped mid-thrust and eyed me for a moment before slowly picking up speed again. I wasn’t sure why, and I convinced myself that I didn’t need to care about it either. Luckily for me, it didn’t take long to be pulled under by the spell of our bodies working so well in tandem with one another. His hips rocked forward as mine slammed back, creating a jarring, rough fuck that made my body hurt in the best way and sing out for more. Soon, there was no room for anything beyond the physical as my mind shut everything else out and allowed me to enjoy being in the moment.

“I want you underneath me.” There was no mistaking the demand in his statement.

“I already am.” It was said in jest, because while I technically was being topped by Quickshot in the best way, I knew that wasn’t what he meant.

“In a bed, where I can watch those beautiful tits of yours bounce around as I fuck you.”

Inwardly, I sighed. It shouldn’t have been an issue, but for some reason that sounded an awful lot like self-preservation, I knew that being face-to-face while fucking Quickshot was a bad idea. It would be too intimate and the ‘just sex’ part of our non-relationship might become more without me meaning for it to.

“But you hit so deep like this,” I whined as a distraction while throwing a little more force into the way my hips crashed against his, forcing his thrusts into me to be harder. His hands tightened around my waist and yanked tight against his body where he held me still.

“You would enjoy it anyway I give it to you because we fit like we were made for one another.” Those words shifted something around inside of me that I wasn’t comfortable with. I attempted to wiggle my bottom in order to get some friction going again. Quickshot wasn’t having it though. “I promise, you’ll enjoy it. I will even remind you that what we’re doing is only sex, if that’s what you need.”

My whole body stiffened. How in the hell was he so good at reading me? “What I need is for you to finish fucking me right now. I have places to be.”

“Fine. This conversation isn’t over though.”

“This whole encounter is going to be over soon than either of us was ready for if you don’t shut up and put your body to use.”

I felt him chuckling more than heard the sound because his cock pulled out of me and slammed back in so hard my damn teeth rattled with the motion. “Better?”

I moaned an incoherent agreement as he continued the relentless pace until his hand joined in the action, strummed my clit, and caused my orgasm to roll through me in shuddering waves of pleasure. Wallace followed right behind me. His teeth sank into the flesh of my right shoulder, muffling the name he growled out. I pretended not to notice that he’d used my given name again. Damn him. As he pulled away, I turned slightly and watched as he pulled himself back together, discarded the condom, and righted his clothing. “Now, you need to go.”

“I meant what I said. You’re in a bed beneath me next time.”

My smirk said it all. “Well, no one is stopping you from dreaming.”

He huffed, turned, and walked to the door. “I don’t know why you have to make this so difficult. We could be really good together if you’d just let it happen.”

“Did it ever occurred to you that I don’t want to let it happen?”

“I don’t know why you wouldn’t. I’m a catch, Keys. You’ll see.” Quickshot walked out the door and left me there to contemplate what he wanted versus what I was willing to give.

You would think that a man whose bank account had just been held hostage by a woman would not want anything else to do with her. It made absolutely no sense that he was so invested in getting anywhere with me. My thoughts were interrupted when Tash slid into the room, and I realized my pants were still down around my knees.

“Shit!” I reached down and pulled them up quickly as she laughed at me.

“Did you just have a hot as fuck, scream the clubhouse down, fuck session with Quickshot?”

“Do you really have to ask?”

“Well, was he any good or did he live up to his road name?”

“I don’t know how he got that damn road name, but it wasn’t by being shit in bed.” It was the most she would get out of me about his performance. Despite not forming attachments to my sexual partners, I never really talked about my trysts with anyone. I supposed that too was a weird sort of self-preservation. The less you talk about a person, or your intimate details, the less attached you became. That’s what I was going to keep telling myself. It had always worked before, but damn if I could get the infuriating man out of my head.

“At this rate, we might have to think of merging the clubs just for ease of use.” I knew Tash was teasing, but things could not get misconstrued.

“He’s just a fuck.”

“He could be more if you wanted. I really don’t think Angel Girl would have a problem with it.” I stared at Tash a moment, trying to figure out where she was coming from with that.

“If you think she has any baring over who I fuck, for how long, when, or why, then you would be wrong.”

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