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Vera's challenge was the final spark. Dax's control, already hanging by a thread, vaporized. The air in the locker room crackled with their frantic energy.
"Work,huh?" Dax growled.His hands, which had been gripping her thighs, moved to the waistband of her underwear. He didn't bother with finesse. With a brutal, tearing pull of fabric, he ripped the delicate material away, the sound obscenely loud in the surrounding silence. "Is this the work you wanted, Vera?"
She cried out,gasping in pure approval. "Yes! Fucking hell, yes!"
Her own hands were just as frantic, just as destructive. She shoved his remaining clothing down his hips, her nails scraping his skin in her urgency. "All of it now, Dax."
It was clumsy, it was desperate…a battle fought against their own clothes. Finally, they were bare against each other, skin to feverish skin. The cold of the metal locker seared Vera's back, a stark contrast to the inferno of Dax's chest pressed against her front.
