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her ass to his hard-on in back. His right arm now circled her waist to keep her steady—he must have realized he was making her weak, her whole body nearly convulsing from the hot strokes his fingers delivered.
    Did anyone around them see what was going on, the way he was touching her? Surely not—the crowd remained tight, the spaces between bodies mostly dark, private even though in public.
    She’d long since ceased paying attention to the song but glanced up at the stage in time to catch the last line: The best hands are mine. It was an end-of-song twist—the lyricist had no lover, but was touching herself.

    God. Oh God. Damon kissed Brenna’s neck now, sending fresh spirals of pleasure all through her. Oh
    And when the song ended, the crowd cheered—and Damon leaned near her ear to rasp the words, “Come with me.”
    She turned to find that meeting his gaze now was different—even more paralyzing.  Because his hands were on her. Because he wanted her as much as she wanted him.  And Kelly’s words came back to her. Instant lover. Just add lust and stir. She’d never dreamed it could really happen.
    Damon’s hand closed firm around her smaller one as he pulled her through the crowd.  She didn’t see the people they passed, didn’t hear the next song begin—she could focus

    on nothing but him and the need that burned through her.
    They broke away from the masses near the back of the club, and he led her briskly down a low-lit hallway. He twisted the knob on an unmarked door, but it was locked. “Damn,” he muttered under his breath, then tried another across the hall. This one opened and he pulled her inside. Shut the door behind them. Flipped on a light switch to illuminate a dim bulb overhead.
    They stood in a supply closet amid buckets and brooms and shelves filled with cleaning products. Her heartbeat pulsed everywhere as their gazes met, both hot and ready.
    Damon lifted his hands to her face and kissed her, pushing his tongue warm and moist between her lips. Her mouth, her whole body, responded—she was on autopilot now, following urges, vaguely recalling how Damon had told her that turned him on. Pressing her palms to his chest, she curled her fingernails into his shirt as one heated kiss turned into another.
    Then his mouth dropped to her neck and his hands to her skirt. Blush’s music made the whole closet vibrate, but the main thing Brenna could hear was her own labored breathing as Damon pushed up under the leather to find her panties. One rip and her thong dropped, a whoosh of air cooling her pussy.
    He breathed heavy now, too, and they both worked hurriedly at his belt and pants. Part of her couldn’t believe she was letting this happen, yet it was beyond her to stop.
    And when his zipper parted and Damon pushed his underwear down, too, Brenna went weak at the sight of his cock. Oh God, it was big! So thick and long and rock solid—for her.
    She wrapped her hand full around it, making him moan. She wasn’t usually so aggressive, but she also wasn’t usually in a closet making out with Damon Andros.
    Gazing down at his erection empowered her, and the very way it felt in her fist—silk over steel—had her pulling it toward her, closer, closer, needing it inside her more than she could understand.
    “Wait,” Damon whispered, and a hint of panic paralyzed her—please don’t let him be  stopping!—until he yanked his wallet from his back pocket and pulled out a square foil  packet.
    “Oh,” she sighed in relief. Then, “Hurry.”
    She held his enormous cock upright between them as he rolled the condom snugly down over it.
    The next thing she knew, his hands were closing on her bare ass, she was wrapping one leg around his waist, and he was thrusting himself deep into her hungry cunt.
    “Unh!” she cried at the impact, and their eyes met as he began to move in her.
    She’d never done anything so animalistic in her life, but that’s what she felt like right now—an animal, out