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PROLOGUE

CASSIE

Had it been only a week? A week since I put on that black-and-white lace ca panties? My ear pressed to the door, I listened to hiso hard to appear a little less excited to see him than I actually felt I only made it to three seconds and then whipped open the door

There was my Will, with a fistful of scurvy flowers clearly stolen from a vase at the Café

“For you,” he said, holding the flowers underthem over my head onto the floor behindme backwards to my bed

He threw hted, as he pushed my camisole up overas the her, which I found agonizing and thrilling The sound from his throat as he worked off my camisole and threw it aside … I can still hear it

“Are you real?” he asked as he gathered my breasts in his hands

“Well, I thought about iirl, you know?” I said, lazily running h his thick, dark hair

But he wasn’t going to be distracted by my joke We weren’t “just friends” anymore We were lovers And he was lost indesire to wash over s,He pulled off my panties and whipped them over arded my body as if it were a banquet, unsure where to kiss first His hands knehere to be, his fingers especially, as they traced along the curve of

“I want you so badly,” he said, his hot paler inside

There were more words, but I don’t re in reat I threw ift, just to see what he would make of it And that’s when he flippedhis teeth into a cheek, not too hard but hard enough to mark me as his I heard him yank his clothes off Then his hands squeezedainst a pillow I felt his prodding erection and I writhed to let hiry for hiers nos pulling on the duvet His own hands pushed their way downthe skin before him

“Oh god, Will”

I couldn’t explain hunger like this any an to inch inside e, since it was clear there’d soon be madness But at first what I reeous ache as he pulled out Over and over he thrust, and I began toto my moans, or hs widened, my back bowed farther I felt his thumbs press into my hips and then I looked over my shoulder at his face, so determined, so astonished I think I wanted to snap him out of his trance, because why else would I say it? Why would I ask him to spank me? He paused

“Do it,” I hissed, my hair in my face

This had never occurred to me before But ere in a different place, an aniave me a swift, sweet slap—just like that—followed by a mellow rub, and I loved how it felt, the way his skin on htly around his thrusting cock