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She bit her lip, eyed me up and down. “I don’t think you’re going to hurt me having sex. Unless you have a baby arm or something for a dick.”

“Your pussy can take me,” I assured her. “I’m worried about your head.”

She sighed like a deflating balloon. “Oh, Jack. My head is fine. I don’t need careful.”

She took my hand and raised it up. Compared to mine, hers was so small. Soft. Not rough or rugged like mine. I had swollen knuckles from fighting. Scars.

“Maybe I want it rough.”

I almost came in my boxers hearing those words come from her lips. Images of all the ways I could take her popped in my head. Hard. Filthy. Rough.

“What happened to my good girl?”

She smiled. “My inner bad girl wants to play.”

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HANNAH

Jack’s gaze became dark and predatory at my words. Words I couldn’t believe I said. He looked me over, every inch of me. As if he was making plans, maybe even a list of what he wanted to do.

“I’ve never had it like that, and I think I want it,” I added, suddenly worried I’d gone too far. “But–”

His eyes met mine, probably hearing the worry in my voice. Not about having sex with him. No. I wanted that.

“But what?”

“But I’m not good at it. At sex. I’m sure you’ve had a lot of it, and I probably won’t make it good for you.”

“Stop talking,” he snapped.

“Jack.”

“Stop talking or I’ve got something I can put in your mouth to quiet you.”

Oh my.

He closed his eyes and groaned, low and deep. “The fact that what I said turned you on shows that you’re going to like it just fine.”

“I didn’t… you know, please the guy. Kevin thought I was… fat.”

“You mean your cheating ex? The one who’s going to die, or at least be maimed for life.”

“Him and the guy from college.”

His jaw clenched and I’d upset him. I tried to squirm out from underneath him, but he lowered his weight onto me, enough to keep me from moving.

“Lemme guess. You didn’t come.”

I licked my lip and shook my head. “See? That means there’s something–”

“If you say something’s wrong with you, I’m going to flip you over and spank your ass.”

He studied my face for a second, then pushed off me. Before I knew what he planned, he’d flipped me, in a very unladylike manner, onto my stomach. His bed was huge and plush, the bedding as fancy and expensive as his SUV. I felt the cool air on my butt as he flipped the hem of my dress up.

A hand came down in a light swat on my upturned ass. The sound registered first, then the light sting. It didn’t really hurt and quickly morphed into heat.

“Jack!” I kicked my feet, but he was on his knees straddling my thighs.