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Trust me, Claire will be rubbing one out for a good two weeks, remembering tonight.

She gags as I speed up my thrusting—fuck, she has a tight throat—and I see the sparkle in her eyes.

Much as I’d like to, I can’t come in her mouth and leave. That would be a dick move—pun not intended. So I pull out, lift her up, press her into the wall, and tug up her skirt.

“Two seconds to say no before I fuck your pussy.” I warn as I tear open a foil packet with my teeth and slide my fingers through her pussy.

No panties.

Not unexpected.

“Are you joking? Yes, fuck me.” She groans.

I should be enjoying this, but I’m not. I just need to relieve this never-ending need for the woman I once loved.

Love.

Doesn’t matter.

It. Doesn’t. Matter.

I slip inside Claire’s hot channel and slam my hand against the wall beside her. Then plow into her like a damn savage.

After all, I’m no gentleman.

I’m a US Marine.

CHAPTER TWO

BRIAR

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“Sorry I’m late.” Isay, plonking down in the seat as Alice slides a coffee over toward me. “Oh, god. Thank you.”

I lift the cup to my lips and moan.

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