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Inch by inch, she lifted it. Over her stomach, to her breasts. Past her head.
Caleb’s eyes blazed with hunger. “Keep going.”
The shirt dropped to the floor next to his.
She leaned in. Let her tongue follow the line of his jaw to his ear. “I feel like we should be playing strip poker.”
“Too late. I’d win, anyway.”
The rasp in his voice, as if he was hanging on by a thread.
She deliberately arched a brow. Taunting. “Who says you’d win?”
Flashing a sassy grin, she stood and stepped out of her slacks.
“Because I’m a competitive SOB and I always win.” His heated gaze caressed every inch of her, leaving fire in its wake. “You are so fucking sexy. Take off your bra and straddle me.”
“You want this off?” She ran her finger down the lace border of her black bra and licked her lips.
This brazen, wanton side of her she’d locked away in shame stretched her wings with a flourish. “What do we say?”
Oh yeah, that was a sexy purr in her voice.
If it was possible, Caleb’s eyes grew even hotter. “Take your bra off and straddle me…please.”
Her pelvic muscles clenched, sending more liquid heat to soak her already soaked panties.
Any thought of resisting his commands evaporated beneath an aching void she was desperate for him to fill.
She unhooked her bra and shrugged it off to join the rest of her discarded clothing.
Lifting her leg, she slung it over Caleb’s thighs. His erection teased her swollen clit through the thin cotton barrier of their underwear.
She gave in and twisted her hips. Electricity traveled from her core to her breasts. She did it again.
“That’s it, baby. Take your pleasure from me.” Caleb’s voice was strained.
Gia whimpered. The throbbing between her legs intensified. Demanded more.
She twerked her hips again. Shuddered.
Did it again and again.
Her eyes slammed shut. All that mattered was reaching that peak.
“Harder, baby. Take what you need.”
Caleb uttered other words. Dirty, sexy words she barely heard.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. Her body coiled tighter.
Almost there.
The orgasm rose and swept her away. She cried out as it washed over her in wave after wave until the tide receded and her senses returned.
Oh God.
She’d just rode Caleb like a pony.