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Striker backed her against the corridor wall and lifted her up.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and lost herself in his solid, hard embrace. The press of his firm cock against her heat made her shiver.

He groaned into her mouth, sizzling desire through her.

“We need to get out of here. We can’t do the things I have planned for you in public.” Striker pressed a kiss to the side of her neck before letting her go.

Hot shivers of longing ran through her as they hurried to her quarters.

The door hadn’t even closed before Striker was pulling down her jumpsuit.

She laughed as she tugged off her boots, a fiery urgency spiraling through her.

He smiled, his eyes hot as they ran over her body. “I’m going to make you wet.”

“I’m already there.”

He grabbed her hand and led her to the shower cubicle, throwing off his clothes as he hit the spray.

Her chest tightened, the rhythm of her heart a staccato of passion as her gaze slid over the long, lean muscles of Striker’s thighs and up to his thick, solid cock.

Striker took her hand and led her under the shower. It was a tight fit. This space was only meant for one person, but being pressed up against a hot, hard wall of muscle made her insides spasm.

His fingers slipped over her wet skin. He grabbed the soap and lathered it between his hands. He slid it over her skin, massaging her hardening nipples before capturing each nipple in his mouth and teasing her with his tongue.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Wren pulled him up and kissed him. “Please, Striker. I need you inside me.”

“You sure? You’ve been through a lot. You should rest.”

“Screw rest. I want you.”

His growl sent a quiver through her. He lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. His long hard cock slid between her thighs.

Wren gasped and licked her lips. The heat in his eyes made her molten.

He stroked her sensitive clit with his fingers as he pressed her against the wall, and his cock slid inside her an inch.

“Yes!” She clung to his shoulders, her mouth finding his as he slid back and went deeper. Stars! He was big. Could she take all of him?

Striker’s hand cupped her butt. He lifted her, pumping his hips until he was deep inside, stretching her to her limit.

He groaned and rested his head on her shoulder. “You’re so tight.”

Her mouth trailed over his wet skin as the perfect mix of pleasure and fullness consumed her. Yes, she could take him. Of course she could. This was Striker.

His deep, hard thrusts soon had her gasping, and when he lifted his head and their gazes locked, the desire in his deep purple eyes left her stunned.

Wren bounced on his cock, feeling him go even deeper and opening a well of heat inside her that sent pleasurable warm tingles down her thighs.

She clamped her legs around him, her breasts pressed against a wall of enticing muscle.

His mouth found hers, and he groaned as his rhythm increased. “I can’t hold back. You’re so incredible. Why haven’t we been doing this every night since we met?”

She gasped as his fingers found her sensitive, throbbing clit again. “Some things are worth waiting for.” The hot, desperate ache she’d carried with her was gone. Striker had filled that void.

His speed grew faster, and his breathing ragged.

“Don’t hold back,” she said. “I want you to take me. I’m yours.”