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“Looking at me.”

“I liked you looking.”

I turn her around. Her hands come down on the table, and in the mirror above it she catches herself, her bob mussed, her lipstick gone, the blue dress gathered beneath my hands. I come in close behind her and find her eyes in the glass.

“Still what you want?”

“Yes.” She reaches back for me. “Come here.”

The dress climbs in my hands. The backs of her thighs, then higher, and I put my mouth on her shoulder while I work the fabric up over her hips and get her underwear down and my belt open. I get my hand between her thighs and she is already wet for me, slick against my fingers, and the sound she makes when I find her clit goes straight down my spine. Then the blunt head of me against her, and the first push inside, and her eyes close in the mirror.

“Jarrett.”

“I got you.” Right at her ear, and she reaches back to keep me close.

I take her against that table with none of my usual interest in drawing it out. Her hands are flat on the wood, and I am buried in her, all the way, her heat gripping every inch of me with nothing dulling it, my hand locked at her hip holding her exactly where I want her. When I look up she’s watching me in the glass, head lowered, and then she pushes back against me on purpose, and my eyes narrow.

“Yeah. Keep doing that.”

So she does.

“This feels different,” she says, looking at me in the mirror.

I drive deeper, and the sound that leaves her handles it for both of us, and I put my mouth to her ear.

“You wanted to know what watching all that ass move did to me? Now you know.”

“I want you to come on my back.”

I laugh, startled enough to lose the rhythm.

“You been saving that?”

She turns her head enough for me to catch part of her mouth. “You don’t like it?”

My hand tightens on her hip. “You know damn well I do.”

I put my mouth between her shoulder and her neck. Her fingers tighten against the wood when my teeth graze her skin. I stop teasing. I drive her against that table until there is nothing in the room but the sound of us, my hand firm at her waist, her voice rising when I go deep. At some point I tell her to look at me, and she opens her eyes and finds me in the mirror, and the sight of her taking me like that finishes her. She clamps down around me, holding my gaze until her eyes close, and I curse against her shoulder and hold her through it, rougher now, feeling every pulse of her, until the warning builds in me.

Then I pull out.

Her hand flexes on the wood like she thinks I’m stopping. I put my hand flat over her spine.

“Stay right there.”

I hear the second she understands, a small sound, and then it takes me, and I come across her back, hot on her skin, my breath breaking behind her, and the shiver that runs through her at getting exactly what she asked for nearly takes my knees. I brace one hand on the table beside hers and drop my forehead between her shoulder blades, and stay there until I can trust my legs.

I kiss her shoulder before going to the bathroom for a warm washcloth. She watches me in the mirror while I clean her skin. When I finish, I set the cloth aside and turn her toward me.

“All right?” I ask.

She puts her arms around my waist. “Very.”

I kiss her, then look at the table we moved away from the wall. She follows my gaze and starts laughing. I put it back while she finds her underwear.

She follows me into the bedroom after leaving both shoes by the door. I set the shopping bags on the chair and find the smaller one.

“Now?” she asks.