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I freeze. Sienna goes rigid. We both turn at the same time.

Eli stands in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes flicking between us.

Sienna buries her head in my shoulder, half laughing, half mortified.

Me? I just stare at him as he watches how she can’t fucking deny me.

Eli’s voice cuts through the thick, charged air. “You have an appointment, Sie.”

Sienna shakes her head, eyes dark, lips parted. “I know.”

His gaze flicks to me, then back to her. “Do you want to fuck him?”

Her thighs clench. I see the way she swallows, how her breath stutters. My dick flexes in my pants at her reaction. I grin, licking my lips. Point for fucking Caleb McCabe. I glare at Eli, wondering what he’s going to do next.

“It’d be a little weird walking out of here with his come sliding down your thighs, Sie,” Eli murmurs, stepping closer. “But it’d help with lube, right? With the gynecologist. Yeah?”

I lick my lips again, watching her.

Sienna shifts, and her body slides over my cock a little, heat seeping through the thin fabric between us. I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it, how she’s rolling her hips just slightly, seeking friction.

I grit my teeth, hands locking on her waist.

Eli steps closer, his gaze locked on hers. Then he does something I don’t expect. He kisses her.

It’s slow, deep. The kind of kiss that steals air. And when he pulls back, Sienna looks wrecked.

Eli turns, walks to the door, flicks the lock with a sharp click. Then he glances back, eyes unreadable.

“Caleb,” he says, voice steady. “Why don’t you give our girl what she needs?”

Sienna’s breath shudders out. Her gaze is glazed over, body pliant. I grip her chin, tilting her face to mine.

“Ready?” I murmur.

She nods. “Yeah.”

I kiss her, slow at first, then harder. She tastes like something sweet, like trouble I want to sink my teeth into.

My hands move to my waistband, pulling my dick out. Her eyes flick down, tracking my movements.

Her fingers tremble just slightly as she pushes her panties to the side. The fabric is soaked.

“Fuck,” I mutter. I run my fingers over her, dragging them through the slickness, watching the way she jerks, her thighs tightening around me.

“Jesus, Caleb,” she breathes.

I smirk, pressing my thumb against her clit, watching her shudder.

Then I pull back just enough to let her see. My piercing glistens under the dim locker room light.

Eli makes a low noise. “Didn’t notice that before.”

I glance at him, smirking. “Took it off for a while. Brought it back.”

His gaze flicks to Sienna. “You okay?”

She moans, not even forming words at this point.