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He groans as he shifts beneath me. I lean back. “Is your shoulder still sore?”

“I’m fine.”

I don’t believe him, but before I can say anything, his fingers curl into my towel—

And it’s gone.

I gasp, but his mouth is already on mine, swallowing whatever protest I might’ve had. His grip tightens, pulling me against him as heat coils low in my stomach.

I bite his lip.

He exhales sharply, hands tightening. “You trying to start something?”

I grin. “Maybe.”

Eli’s hands slide over my bare skin, slow, teasing. His fingers press into my hips like he’s holding himself back.

I shift against him, watching his jaw tighten. “You sure your shoulder’s fine?”

He exhales through his nose. “I’ll survive.”

“You could just admit you want me to baby you.”

He huffs a laugh. “Yeah? You offering?”

“Maybe.” I lean in, lips brushing his. “If you’re good.”

He doesn’t wait. He flips me onto my back so fast I barely have time to breathe before his mouth is on my throat. Heat pools deep in my stomach as his lips trail lower.

“Eli—”

“Shh.” He glances at my door. “Your dad’s home, remember?”

Oh. Right.

His mouth moves lower, his breath warm against my skin. I bite my lip, arching into him as he grips my thighs, dragging them apart.

“Better keep quiet, Sienna.” His voice is all rough edges. “Think you can do that?”

I don’t get a chance to answer before his mouth is on me.

A gasp slips out, and I slap a hand over my mouth. Eli hums against my skin, clearly amused. His grip tightens, holding me in place as he takes his time.

I fist the sheets, every muscle tightening as his tongue moves, relentless and perfect. My head tips back, eyes squeezing shut.

I have to smother a moan against my pillow.

Eli chuckles against me. “That’s it.” His voice is thick, wrecked. “Stay quiet for me, baby.”

My toes curl, body locking up as the tension snaps. The room blurs as I shudder beneath him, my fingers gripping his hair like he’s my only anchor.

He doesn’t let up right away, pressing one last lingering kiss against my thigh before finally looking up. His lips are swollen, eyes dark with need.

He smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “You’re so fucking hot.” He doesn’t waste a single second. He sinks into me, and I claw at my sheets, trying to hold myself together before I moan for the entire neighborhood to hear.

He starts thrusting hard against me. “I love your pretty fucking pussy, Sie. God, it’s so fucking pretty.” He’s glancing down between my legs, watching as he fucks me.

He starts rubbing circles on my clit. My orgasm is already right there, so he rubs hard and fast.