Shaking his head to clear away the overwhelming lust that had gripped him, he tried to make sense of what his eyes were taking in. Meghan bent over in front of him—her glorious ass in the air, his cock still buried in her quivering flesh. Arms stretched wide lay limp now that her hands no longer dug into the carpet. Jesus fucking Christ. He’d taken her on the damn floor with zero thought to her comfort. As the red haze of greedy desire started to clear from his mind, he saw that his fingers remained on her hips and registered the bruises evident from his powerful grip. Her eyes were closed, mouth open, a cheek lay upon the thick Aubusson rug beneath them. What in the hell had he done? After the call from Cam where he learned of the injuries he and Drae had received and that medical intervention had been necessary—he’d gone mental. His men had gotten hurt, a thought that slipped him swiftly into commanding officer mode. He’d sent them off on what seemed like a benign assignment only for them to quite literally get their asses kicked.
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