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Cal laughed, and it ended with a satisfied growl as he placed his left hand on the bed again and fitted his length between my legs. “I don’t know,” he said with some difficulty. “Were you going to tell me you had the world’s prettiest tits?” He pulsed forward, putting sweet pressure on my aching clit. “Or were you just going to blind me with them now and ask forgiveness later?”

“Point taken.” I moaned again as he slipped his fingers between us and began a slow, wet rhythm over my clit. I jumped, falling back again as I zapped right back to the top of my arousal. Every nerve lit up with glowing hot desire, and I grasped fistfulsof my comforter in delicious torment.

Cal entered me slowly, letting me pulse and stretch around him as he teased the sensitive bud at the apex of my thighs. I closed my eyes, curving my back as I gave myself over to the rapture of it. Soon he had filled me, and the sensation had my legs shaking before he could so much as slide back out. “I can’t,” I puffed. “Cal, please.”

“Yes, you can,” he replied, his voice tight but laced with an edge of humor. “You can do it, baby.”

I moaned again, my hips moving against him. That star at my center swirled, tightening and heating until I knew it would destroy my world when it exploded. Cal moved inside of me, slow at first, and stretching me so full, I pulsed lightly around him. His thumb pressed just outside of my clit, massaging little circles that quickened my breath. My heart galloped in my chest, and I panted for air, held at the precipice that I both needed and feared falling from.

Then he was moving fast, filling and retreating, and he pumped me so full, I cried out—for mercy or more, I wasn’t sure. My center squeezed, and I realized I had no control. I couldn’t have held off if I wanted to. I tensed, finally giving myself over to the relentless pleasure and satisfaction that being filled by Cal brought. When I released, exploding into spasms of delirious pleasure, Cal found a quick rhythm that chased my orgasm and drew it out into mind-melting pulses of ecstasy. He stilled then, releasing his own breath of relief. Cal held my left hip in a tight grip, grasping me hard to him as he found his ownrelease.

Breathing hard, I caught his head to my chest as he collapsed over me, covered in a sheen of sweat that matched my own. I could barely think past the after-spasms that were filling me with wave after wave of blissful satiation.

Cal kissed the slope of my breast, curling his arms under me to hold me to him. “Are you okay?”

“Okay?” I panted. I tried to think of what he could mean. “I’m amazing.”

He coughed out a laugh. “I mean your knee.”

“Oh.” I bent it experimentally. It twinged, but nothing terrible. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Cal lifted me, moving us up the bed. We ended up on our sides facing each other, and he flopped his head onto one of my pillows, drawing me into his chest. I cuddled into him, still trying to catch my breath. He kissed my forehead before laying his cheek on the top of my damp hair. “I should have eaten first.”

I lifted my head with a questioning look. “Why?”

He met my stare with mock solemnity. “I need sustenance… Because that just tookso long.”

“Okay,” I glared, swatting his hard bicep. “You’ve made your point. You are the superior lover.”

“I mean, God, I thought it would never end,” he groaned.

“You know what,” I said, pushing at his immovable body and levering myself up on my elbow so I looked down on his sun-kissed, smiling features. “Next time Iwillmake you wait.Just to punish you.”

“Next time?” he clarified, his teeth flashing. “Is that a promise?”

I gritted my molars, pinching his cheek. Through tight lips, I muttered, “You’re so cocky.”

He caught my hand, turning to kiss my palm. He held my hand against his lips, his eyes flashing with mirth. “Do you have a problem with my cock?”

My nose twitched, and I sniffed. A smile pulled at my lips. “I guess I don’t.”

“Good. Then shut up and let me hold you.” He pulled me back down into his arms. “Hopefully your cuddling lasts longer than your lovemaking.”

Chapter eighteen

Cal

Cal

Ifaced off with Ruth at her front door, scowling down at her short frame as she stood with her hands planted on her hips. She had on a pair of flowy, blue-patterned pants that wrapped around her waist with a wide band, and above it, an indecently enticing white blouse that cupped her breasts and puffed out from the shoulders like cotton buds. She held her weight gingerly on her left leg because I knew for a fact that her right knee had to be screaming. “Give yourself the weekend,” I argued.

“I’ve never missed this many days of anything, Reed,” she glared. “Let alone work. I’m going.”

“You missed two days,” I pointed out.

“And a half,” she added, lifting one dainty finger. “And I’m making progress. I have to go in and check on myclients.”

I tightened my lips. “Ruth.”