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had no choice but to match his demanding rhythm.
She needed his full weight on top of her, though, pressing her down into the
mattress. She wanted to feel mastered, overcome.  I need you on top of me
now. Please. I need& you to hold me down.
His sharp eyes focused on her.  Baby, do you know what hearing that does
to me?
Following her down onto the bed, he pinned her soft body with his harder
one, without sacrificing one precious movement of his body inside hers. Ginger
sobbed at the perfection of it.
 Tighten those pretty thighs around my waist. I m going to give it to you
rough. She obeyed. Holding her arms near the headboard, immobilizing her,
Derek pounded into her. The sound of damp, slapping flesh and the metal
headboard bumping against the wall echoed through the room, mingling with
Ginger s cries and Derek s sharp expletives.  Is this how you wanted it,
beautiful girl?
 Oh God, yes. Harder, Derek.
She didn t think it possible, but he complied with her plea, pushing the
headboard against the wall with even greater force. Ginger felt her body
reaching for another orgasm and raced to meet it. Her wrists ached from being
held in his punishing grip, but the pain of restraint only heightened her
experience. She tugged on the unyielding hands holding her hostage and felt
the dizzying heat move through her lower abdomen when she couldn t get
free.
 Derek!
 I m here, baby.
The orgasm shook through Ginger. Derek thrust deep and ground his pelvis
against her. Her insides quaked while her body remained completely restricted,
unable to move. Ironically, she d never felt freer in her life. The room dimmed
and spun around her as she tried to hold on to the sensation, to memorize it.
Ginger knew eventually she d have to question why being restrained fulfilled
her and how Derek sensed it and indulged her needs so perfectly, but right
now she could only focus on keeping her legs locked around Derek s back as
drove into her one final time and peaked.
 Ginger. Baby. Ginger!
His grasp loosened as he climaxed, and she used the freedom to grab his ass
and pull him deep. Sinking his teeth into her shoulder, he groaned. Ginger
wrapped her arms around him when he finally collapsed, placing kisses along
his collarbone and neck.
Rolling onto his side a while later, Derek pulled her hard against his chest. He
didn t speak, instead seeming content to watch her. One hand stroked her
hair, separating the sweaty strands from her neck and face.
His continued silence began to unnerve her. Derek had called all the shots
every time they d been together. Maybe she d made him uncomfortable, asking
him to hold her down?
She kept her head on his chest, mortified over her brazenness.  I m sorry.
The hand stroking her hair stilled, and she held her breath.  Why?
 You re so quiet. She paused to gather her courage.  I figured what I asked
you to do& was it& not normal? Or wrong?
She squeaked as Derek flipped her over onto her back. When she looked up
into his face, it was covered in disbelief.  Ginger, you listen to me very
carefully. Nothing we do together is wrong. Ever. He shook his head.  If I m
quiet it s because I m trying to figure out a way to never leave this bed again.
That was 
She didn t let him finish. Relief roared through her, and with a laugh, she sat
up, threw her arms around his neck, and hugged him. At first, Derek seemed
stunned by her action. But his arms slowly banded around her waist and held
her so tight she struggled to breathe.
 You have no idea how happy hearing that makes me, Lieutenant.
His laugh rumbled against her ear. Without breaking their embrace, he pulled
her back down onto the bed, tucking her head into his neck.  Me, too. Sleep,
now, beautiful girl. I don t have to be at work for a few hours.
Ginger snuggled in close. Within minutes, she started drifting off, lulled by
the fingers stroking up and down her spine.
Chapter Twenty-Two
 Hot damn, Wip. We ve got a stone-cold fox on our hands.
Willa flipped Ginger the bird without looking away from the full-length mirror.
 This touching family sitcom moment brought to you by the letters F and U.
Her sister tried valiantly to play down the transformation she d undergone in
the last hour, but Ginger noticed the flush of pleasure on her cheeks as she
surveyed her appearance.
They stood in Ginger s bedroom early Saturday evening getting Willa dressed
for prom. Something Ginger never would have believed a month ago. She d
found the heather gray cocktail dress Willa now wore at a vintage shop in
Noble Square after hunting for half a day. Sensing Willa would balk at anything
too colorful, she d didn t mind congratulating herself on picking the simple,
strapless dress that fit Willa s small frame to perfection.
Willa gave Ginger full creative control, and after removing the heavy black
eyeliner, Ginger had applied a tasteful amount of makeup, playing up her
sister s natural glow, and pulled her hair away from her face in a classic twist.
If Ginger hadn t shared a room with Willa for seventeen years, she would
barely recognize her except for the nose ring.
 What time is Evan coming to pick you up?
 Seven-thirty. We re going to dinner with some of his friends before the
dance.
Ginger nodded, trying to appear as confident as Willa. This is where they
differed. Ginger thrived in social situations where she didn t have to interact
with one single person. She could jump from conversation to conversation and
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