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his voice. “If you were my groupie, I’d have you bent over that table over there.” He pointed to the coffee table that sat where he sometimes used his laptop.
    She cocked her head to the side, not sure if she understood what he was saying to her. “You would, huh?”
    “I would.” He nodded, but didn’t say anything else. He wanted her to make the decision on her own, if she wanted to do this or not. He had to admit, he’d often wondered what it would be like to have her the way he’d had other women, but he was scared to tell her that. He didn’t want her to think less of him.
    Hannah bit her bottom lip, contemplating if she wanted to do what he was obviously suggesting. It could be fun, and it would definitely make for a memorable last night in California. She wore a tank top and a skirt from where they had gone to dinner with his family earlier. Her brown eyes met his green ones. There she could see that he wanted her to do this, but he wouldn’t pressure her. He wanted this to be her decision and not his. If they were going to do this, it was going to be because she wanted to.
    Disentangling herself from his arms, she stood up and kicked her shoes off before walking over towards the table. Once she got there, she looked over her shoulder at him. “Is this where you want me?” The harsh breath that she heard from him was enough to convince her that she wanted to do this; she loved to see his control slip, even if it wasn’t fully.
    “Down on your knees and face forward,” he told her.
    Hannah could hear him behind her as she kneeled. He had gotten up off the lounger and was walking towards her. She closed her eyes, wanting to experience this fully. She could feel the heat from his body as he came up directly behind her. Goosebumps appeared on her arms and her nipples hardened as she heard him work the belt that he wore then the slip of his zipper; even the sound of the material of his pants dropping caused moisture to pool at her core. This was exciting her way more than she’d thought it would. After a moment, she heard him lower so that he was also on his knees, but even on his knees he was much taller and bigger than she was.
    Hannah shivered when he moved the hair back from her neck and then attacked the side with his mouth, nipping and biting the skin there. Tipping her head back slightly, she gave him more room to work, the invitation to take it a step further. Her mouth opened as she felt his long fingers tangle in her hair and exert pressure, pulling it back further for him.
    “You like this?” he questioned as his other hand slid down her neck, stopping to cup her breast before moving further down her body. His fingers played with the hem of her skirt at her thigh before diving under. “You didn’t answer me.”
    Hannah couldn’t. Her throat felt like it had closed, and all she could do was nod and make noises. She reached out and gripped the table hard as his hand encountered the barrier of her panties. He pushed them aside and she moaned.
    “Answer me, or you don’t get it.”
    “Yes,” she whispered. “I like it.”
    He groaned then, removing his hand from where it was and moving it to her hip. He toyed with the string of her underwear there, before flexing his wrist and yanking, ripping them off her in the process. The next moment he was pushing on the back of her head.
    “Bend.”
    His command was terse, and when she didn’t follow through quickly enough, he layered his strong body over hers, pressing her against the coolness of the table. His hands went to her side where her arms lay and grabbed them, stretching her across the surface and then curled her fingers around the edge. “You hold on here,” he instructed, his breath hot against her ear.
    She nodded, not sure if he wanted her to speak. It didn’t matter anymore when he plunged hard into her, causing a sound she’d never heard from herself to rip forth out of her throat. She heard a similar one come from his.
    “It