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“Keep making noises like that, and we aren’t going to make it far,” I warn darkly against her lips, refusing to release her so we can make our way upstairs without a challenge.

Kicking off my shoes, I shed the tripping hazard of my pants, then twist the door handle beneath Aisling’s hip and carry her out into the hall.

I make my way blindly toward the stairs as we continue to make out, her sweet lips and tantalizing tongue impossible to drag myself away from.

And despite her impressive anger a short time ago, Aisling seems just as insatiable.

We make it to the stairs before my hand finds the wall once more, and I lean her against it so I can rock inside her, too greedy to make it to our room before I have another taste of her.

She whimpers, her thighs quivering as her body clenches around me, and her hips roll in rhythm with my thrusts.

Then her fingers are pushing the lapels of my suit jacket down over my shoulders.

I shake my arms free of the sleeves, impatient to have my hands on her once more, my fingers sliding beneath the fabric of her dress and up the smooth plane of her belly to cup one lace-clad breast.

They’re fuller now than they used to be, the supple flesh filling my palm and spilling between my fingers provocatively.

Christ, I want to suck her pert little nipple until she screams.

And the anticipation of it has me on the move once more.

I don’t give a damn that I’m one layer of fabric away from being buck naked or that I’m fucking my fake wife like we’re two love sick-teenagers trying to get the deed done before our parents get home.

I want to devour every inch of Aisling before she comes back to her senses—before mine overcome the momentary insanity or traumatic brain injury I must be suffering from.

Aisling’s fingers tighten in my hair, her teeth nipping playfully at my lip before her tongue plunges into my mouth once more, and my cock throbs precariously.

With a bestial growl, I finally make it to our bedroom door, and I pin her to it, ravaging her body before I can even get it open.

She must find the knob I’m searching for, because the barrier falls away behind her, swinging wide to slam against the wall,then I hear it swing shut behind us as we topple onto the king-size bed together.

“I hope you’re not too attached to this dress,” I rasp, not waiting for an answer as I rock back to get a full view of Aisling spilled across the dark comforter.

Her chest heaves as I grasp both sides of her low neckline and give a forceful jerk, separating the rich blue fabric at the seams.

It shreds easily, falling open to reveal Aisling in all her glory—the black lace bra that matches her ruined panties I left lying on the cigar room floor, her rose-colored nipples puckering visibly beneath the flimsy support, the creamy skin of her curving abdomen, all the way down to her fire-kissed pussy and spread thighs, where my cock is still buried deep inside her.

Christ, she would look almost angelic—if not for the sultry way her thick lashes hood her azure eyes.

And when I shrug out of my dress shirt to fall on top of her, she rises up to meet me.

Our lips crash together with bruising force, and Aisling reaches down to grasp my ass, her nails biting into my skin as I slam inside her.

For all the rough sex I’ve had in my life, there’s nothing quite like the anger we fuck with.

Neither of us is interested in soft, reverential love-making. Not tonight.

Not when we’re making up for years of unspoken pain and resentment—all culminating in an inferno of explosive tension that can’t be contained any longer.

“God, you take my cock so well,” I groan, releasing Aisling’s lips to trail a line of nips and kisses down her throat toward her breasts.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her head falling back until her thick locks are pooling around her head like a crimson halo.

Her nails carve lines of fire in my skin as she rakes her fingers up my back, and it unleashes the beast inside just as I reach her lace-clad nipple.

With a snarl, I close my lips around the taut nub and suck it mercilessly between my teeth.

Aisling cries out, her back arching as her pussy tightens around me.