Page 57 of Tempted and Taken

Matt unfastened his pants as they devoured each other with the kiss. Shoving them and his boxer briefs to mid-thigh, he pulled her panties to the side, lifted her leg again, and thrust inside.

He closed his eyes, groaning with pleasure as he pounded inside her. Her pussy muscles quivered against him, her back sliding up the door with each thrust.

This wasn’t sex. It was punishment.

His and hers.

When Liza’s fingers closed around his hair, pulling it roughly…when she bit his lower lip, he knew they were both seeking retribution.

She deserved to punish him after the roller-coaster ride he’d put her on the past few days.

“Matt!” she cried out, already there, her inner muscles clamping down so hard, he saw stars. He fucked her through her first orgasm and the second because he couldn’t stop.

Those were the same words he’d said to her last night. He knew what he should do, but for the first time in his life, he couldn’t regain control and he didn’t want to.

Liza made him want things he shouldn’t want. But more than that, she made him believe that maybe…just maybe…he could have them.

“God!” she yelled, her head falling back against the door with a bang. She’d lost her grip on his hair, her hands hanging over his shoulders, her strength deserting her as she trembled. Two orgasms did that to a person. “It’s too much.”

“No,” he barked. “It’s not enough.”

“I can’t…” Liza’s words fell away the second he reached between them, his finger stroking her clit.

“No more flirting with other men,” he said through gritted teeth, punctuating each of his next words with a hard thrust. “You’re. Here. With. Me.”

“With you,” she whispered, though he couldn’t tell if her words were an agreement or a question.

“Mine.”

The power of that one word—the sheer force of that single syllable—pulled the trigger, taking them both down hard. Liza’s body shook as her third orgasm struck. Matt’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came with her. He had to lock his knees to keep them both from collapsing to the floor.

When he managed to open his eyes, his surroundings coming back to him slowly, he felt Liza’s cheek pressed against his chest, heard her rapid panting.

He cupped her head, holding her there as he shifted, pulling out.

Matt hadn’t used a condom last night, or this time either. Now that he’d experienced the ecstasy of being bare inside her, he didn’t think he could ever go back. She’d told him the night of the gala, after they’d fucked, that she had an IUD. He assumed she’d shared the information that they’d been doubly protected to comfort him. At the time, neither of them had anticipated going back for a repeat performance, so he understood her desire to assure him nothing would come from that one-night stand except for the earth-shattering orgasms.

“Liza,” he started. “Do you still have the IUD?”

She lifted her head slowly. “Of course I do. Do you think I would have let you inside me without a condom if I didn’t?”

He grinned, even as he shook his head. “Glad one of us has a level head,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead before reaching down to pull his pants back up.

Liza smirked at him, pushing him back a few inches so she could walk into the hotel room. They hadn’t made it a foot from the door before they’d attacked each other like wild beasts.

“So what was that, back at the restaurant?” she asked. “Jealousy?”

It was, but Matt had already used too many of the wrong words tonight. “That guy you were flirting with, Johnnie’s nephew, is married.”

Liza frowned. “He wasn’t wearing a ring.”

The fact she’d checked it out had Matt seeing red, because his jealous mind was telling him that was a sign of her interest. “He has two kids. His wife is back home in San Francisco with their two-week-old newborn.”

Liza’s eyes widened with rage. “That cheating bastard.” She bent over, picking up her dress, shaking it out as if she planned to put it back on.

Matt gripped her wrist. “What are you doing?”

“Going back to the restaurant to knee that son of a bitch in the nuts.”

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