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“Probably.”

Her hands went to my belt.

I caught her wrist. “Slow down.”

“No.” Her eyes flashed, and for the first time since I’d walked in, the fear gave way to something hungry and reckless. “I’m done slowing down because men tell me to wait. Wait for the right time. Wait for permission. Wait for them to decide what happens to me.”

My hands dropped to her thighs as she worked my belt open with ease. I pulled at the hem of her oversized sweater, and she lifted her arms long enough for me to drag it over her head. Her hair fell across her face. She shoved it back, breathing hard, cheeks flushed, eyes locked on mine. She arched her back and bit her lip as my hands glided up her curves.

I shoved her bra to the side and cupped one breast; my other hand grasped the nape of her neck and drew her to me. Then I crushed my lips to hers and kissed her again; it was reckless and furious as our tongues tangled. Hunger took over as I devoured her mouth, losing myself in the taste of her need on my tongue. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, then slid down my chest, tearing the buttons of my shirt open while her hips rocked against my length.

Her palm slid lower over the front of my pants, and she smiled when she found how hard I was for her. She stroked me through the fabric, studying my face as her confidence grew with every broken breath she pulled from me.

Then in a flash, her hands smacked against my chest, and she shoved off and stood before me, her dark hair wild around her face, her warm brown skin luminous in the low light.

Her leggings came off fast. There was nothing hesitant or modest about her as she straddled my knees, tugged open the button on my pants, jerked down the zipper, and grasped the waistband with surprising strength. I lifted my hips just enough to help, and she dragged my pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles in one hard pull.

My dick sprang free.

I kicked my pants the rest of the way off.

Everything about this was fast, messy, and past the point of good sense.

When she rose over me, I caught her hips.

“Wait,” I huffed, the last working part of my brain forcing the word out. There was no way I wanted to spend the rest of my life wondering if a woman I’d never see again could end up having my son.

She froze, lips parted and brows drawn, irritation cutting through the heat between us.

I leaned down, fished the wallet from the pants on the floor, and found a condom. The wallet slipped from my hand and hit the floor near the sofa. I didn’t care.

She chuckled and took the foil from me, tore it open with her teeth, and rolled the condom on with hands that knew exactly what they were doing.

Her knees came to rest on either side of my hips as she settled her pussy over my cock and began stroking her wet heat over my length.

“Mmm, fuck yes,” I groaned as the pressure slid over the head of my cock.

She moved faster and leaned over me, her hands circling my throat, my pulse beating beneath her grip.

“You like me taking charge of your pleasure, don’t you?” she purred.

I answered by fisting the back of her hair with one hand, catching her hip with the other, and flipping her beneath me. She gasped at the sudden move, and the tension of this carnal insanity drove me into motion. At any fucking moment, Rory and his team could come bolting through the door, and the thought had my pulse hammering in my ears.

Her legs were already sprawled wide, so I drove into her.

She smirked, sinking her nails into my ass and meeting every hard stroke as our bodies pounded together. I reached down and pinched the taut nipple I’d freed from her bra. Her mouth formed a tight O as she whined, “Oh, yes. I like it rough. Fuck me harder, Lachlan.”

Well, damn. I’d never imagined an uptight city attorney would be such a sexy little menace.

My balls drew up, but there was no way I’d come before she did. Propping myself up on one elbow, I kissed her hard, continuing the fevered pace. I slid my hand between us and stroked her clit with my thumb.

That did it.

She squirmed underneath the pressure, and I swallowed her moans, refusing to let her pull away from my mouth. Her walls trembled then clenched around me, dragging the last of my control with them. I let go and came hard and fast.

Breaking off the kiss, I pushed up and watched her as I rode out the last of her orgasm.

This was definitely not part of the extraction plan, but fuck if it hadn’t burned through the tension between us. But there was no more time to waste. Nik and Rory’s patience had to be worn thin, and it wouldn’t be long before they sent men through the door.