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“Use your words,” I murmur, tilting her chin up so she looks at me.

“Yes,” she gasps. “I love it.”

Caleb grins. “That’s what I like to hear.” He moves lower, pressing his mouth to her skin, leaving marks as he goes. I watch, stomach tight, fingers twitching to touch her again.

“You’re not being fair,” she whines, hips lifting, trying to get more.

“Fair?” I laugh, glancing at Caleb. “She’s got jokes.”

Caleb smirks, pressing her down with one hand. “Patience, baby. You wanted this, remember?”

She groans, hands fisting the sheets. “You’re torturing me.”

“That’s the point,” I say, leaning in, brushing my lips against hers. “You take what we give you.”

She doesn’t argue. She can’t when we’re both working her over, keeping her right on that edge and pulling her back. Over and over. Her body jerks, thighs shaking.

“Let go,” Caleb murmurs, voice coaxing, teasing. “Let’s see how pretty you can be for us.”

Her body seizes, and I feel it, the way she shatters. A strangled sound rips from her throat, back arching, and I swear I’ve never seen anything more perfect.

Caleb laughs, dragging his hand through his hair. “Damn. You’ve got her dripping all over the sheets.”

Sienna slaps at his chest weakly. “Shut up.”

I pull her against me, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You good?”

She nods, breath uneven. “I think you broke me.”

I grin. “Not yet.”

Caleb hums in agreement. “We’ve got all night, sweetheart. And we’re not done making memories in this house.”

My chest tightens a little at that. I don’t usually get sentimental, but yeah. This place? It’s seen a lot. And now? Now it’s perfect.

Chapter 28

The warmth of her skin is the first thing I notice. Soft. Bare. Pressed between us.

The second thing is movement—Sienna shifts slightly, stretching against me like she’s instinctively reaching for more. A quiet sigh escapes her lips, and I smirk against her shoulder.

I blink, adjusting to the dim light slipping through the curtains. She’s tangled in the sheets, her hair spilling over the pillow. Peaceful. Tempting. Eli’s arm is draped over her waist, his breathing deep and even. The guy could sleep through an earthquake.

I let my hand drift down the curve of her back, tracing slow circles over her skin. She stirs, a little hum leaving her lips as she presses closer.

“You awake?” I murmur.

“Mmm.” Her voice is thick with sleep. “What time is it?”

“Early.” I press a lazy kiss to her shoulder, dragging my lips along her skin. “Too early to be thinking about anything but this.”

She stretches, arching slightly, and the movement alone makes my breath catch.

“We have a flight,” she mumbles, but there’s no real fight in her voice.

I chuckle, shifting so she’s beneath me. She gasps, blinking up at me, eyes still heavy with sleep.

“Caleb—”