He leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue sliding along the line of her lips. He was a good kisser. An excellent kisser. He knew exactly what he was doing, and her body kept automatically responding to him.

But all she could think about was her father’s face, that day they’d been hiking in the woods. She’d never seen him again—not alive anyway.

He’d written a memo to Caleb before he died, mentioning his concern over some of the research results, and he’d been shot dead not long afterward. Kelly had a whole file of evidence that testified to Caleb’s ruthlessness. He lied. Manipulated. Cheated. Stole. Bullied.

And killed.

He’d killed her father, as truly as if he’d pulled the trigger.

Pulling out of the kiss again, Kelly whimpered once more. This time, it was more from pained desperation than from unwanted pleasure, but she figured that, at this point, it would be difficult to tell the difference.

“Kelly,” Caleb said thickly. “You want this?”

She’d already answered that damned question. More than once. Why wouldn’t he just shut up and fuck her?

“Yeah,” she whispered. Needing to distance herself in any way she could, she started to roll over onto her stomach, deciding rear entry would be easier psychologically and thus much more comfortable. She wouldn’t have to look at his face.

But Caleb stopped her before she could turn over, holding his hands on her shoulders. “Kelly?”

Swallowing hard, she tilted onto her side again and murmured, “I was going to let you—”

“No,” he replied softly, pushing her onto her back with the position of his body. He brought his hands down to part her legs and line up his cock at her entrance. “This is good.”

With a sigh, Kelly submitted to the position and clutched at his shoulders, forced her muscles to relax. She closed her eyes and jerked her head to the side as Caleb started to sink inside her.

It wasn’t uncomfortable. She was a lot more aroused than she’d expected, and the condom was lubed. The substance of his cock pushed into her easily, and her body automatically accommodated itself to his size.

But she had a hard time distancing herself appropriately.

She’d never been a big fan of missionary, since the man fucking her was right there, right in her face, and touching her everywhere. In her plans for this moment, Caleb had always been taking her from behind, in a way that wouldn’t force her to think of him as a man. This—was more difficult.

She moaned a little, because she knew she needed to keep up her performance, but she mostly concentrated on breathing deeply and keeping her mind from dwelling on what she was doing.

“Fuck,” Caleb breathed, his mouth so close to her skin that his breath wafted across the side of her face.

She hated the sound of the raspy exclamation, but it was a good sign. He liked how she felt. So, remembering the details she’d planned earlier, Kelly started writhing beneath him, bucking up her hips as if she were desperate for the stroke of his cock. “Caleb,” she panted. “Caleb, please.”

He made a strange grunt and held himself perfectly still. And she knew he was staring at her face or her body, because she could feel his eyes burning into her skin.

She arched up and wrapped her legs around him, in a way she knew men really enjoyed. She squeezed her muscles as she thrust her pelvis, riding him from below.

Caleb groaned again—long, low, and desperate. “Fuck, you’re incredible.”

She opened her eyes at that, felt like she had to. This was important. She needed to appear more enthusiastic. She kept her voice husky and overwhelmed as she whispered, “So are you.” She bucked up erratically a few times. “Please, Caleb, fuck me.”

He straightened his arms, raising his upper body higher—a move that Kelly greatly appreciated. He was farther away this way. She couldn’t feel his breath or see the little lines beside his mouth and eyes. She breathed a little easier and stretched with a lingering groan—partly for effect, and partly to clear the remnants of her panic.

Caleb pulled back his pelvis, until just of the tip of his cock was left in her body. The muscles in his arm rippling tightly, he thrust back into her, levering his hips up as he drove forward.

Under different circumstances, Kelly would definitely have enjoyed it, but there was absolutely no way she was going to reach orgasm tonight. But she knew how to act. She arched back her neck and gasped loudly at the stroke of his cock.

He pulled back again. Thrust forward. Levered up. Kelly dug her fingers into the hard muscles of his biceps, as if she were clutching at him in urgent response.

She continued moving her body restlessly—squirming beneath him, pumping up against his thrusts, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow. But she kept her vocal response intentionally subdued.

Caleb wouldn’t be convinced by screams and howls of pleasure. So Kelly bit her lip, as if she were trying to contain her response to the sensations he was generating. As he fucked her, she twisted her face more and more. It probably looked like pleasure—she was pretty confident that it would—but it was mostly part of the performance, and from the knowledge that this was Caleb Marshall inside her.

The same Caleb Marshall who had killed her father.

After a few minutes of his slow, steady strokes—strong, controlled, and designed to give pleasure—Kelly made a stifled mewling sound and tightened her thighs around his hips. Deciding she had looked up at him for long enough, she turned her head to the side and squeezed her eyes closed, contorting her face as she whimpered again.

“Kelly,” he said roughly.

She didn’t know what he wanted but hoped he was just checking for her reaction. “Yeah?” she gasped, biting down hard on her lip.

“Can you come?” His arms were still tense and straight, providing a strategic angle for him to drive into her. She knew his restraint must be weakening because his body was trembling with strain and heat. She wasn’t watching him, but she could feel his response just the same.

“Yeah,” she replied hoarsely. “Think so.” She rocked beneath him, moving easily with his rhythm and accelerating with him as his thrusts became shorter and faster. “Yeah,” she rasped in response to his faster motion. “Good. Faster, Caleb.”

She didn’t want to extend this any longer than necessary. Things were going all right for now, but it could fall apart at any moment.

And she really wanted to get him out of her body.

Caleb released a hoarse groan and panted heavily as he pumped into her, his cock sliding slickly in her tightened channel with a tempo that was growing more uncontrolled. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him—his hard flesh inside her, his firm ass beneath her heels, the heat of his body radiating out to her bare skin.

She wasn’t close to coming. Didn’t even feel very much. But it wasn’t physically uncomfortable, and she didn’t have to look at him now.

He wasn’t that much different from any other man.

Deciding it had been long enough for an orgasm to be realistic, she started to jerk her body erratically beneath him. “Yeah,” she gasped, tilting her head back. “Yeah, yeah.” She slid a hand down between their bodies—there was just enough room, since he was holding his body off hers—and rubbed at her clit.

Twisting her face into a tight mask, she whimpered one last time—then, with a few more jerks of her hips, she let out a frantic little sob. She convulsed beneath him, tightening her thighs and her inner muscles around him.

She clamped down around his cock as hard as she could, and she heard him release a burst of uncontrolled sound. His body was tensed so rigidly that she could feel it with her eyes closed. He gave a few last pushes into her clenched muscles, and released a smothered shout.

And he was coming—above her, inside her, around her—his body an unleashed coil.