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I tilted my chin up to him, skipping a look from his lips to his eyes. He surrounded me with his presence, palming my lower back and eradicating every fraction of distance between us. His erection pressed into my stomach, and I groaned, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt above his shoulders. Cal brushed his nose against the side of mine. “Speaking of removing clothing.”

I huffed. “We’re not undressing in a public park.”

“Why?” he asked, drawing out the word as he skated his lips up to my cheek.

“Public indecency?” I squeaked out. “Jail?”

“Fines at most,” he drawled.

Much like Vaughn, I thought with a twinge of annoyance. They had caught him at the state line, but the authorities hadbeen pretty forthright that although he could be charged with blackmail if I wanted to do that, it would most likely result in a low sentence or fines. But I didn’t care. I thought I would mind more, but that part of my life was over, and whatever schemes had attempted to draw me back into that misery had failed.

That said, a part of me still replayed that murderous look in Cal’s eyes when he’d been a breath away from pummeling the teeth out of Vaughn’s mouth. I replayed it with a little too much satisfaction, and it was probably a good thing that Cal had been more focused on keeping my spine braced.

Cal brought me back to the present when his lips found that spot under my ear that made my pulse race.Upper jugular to posterior triangle,I remembered with a foggy haze of desire taking over my mind.Might be my favorite.

“You wouldn’t be thinking while I’m trying to seduce you, would you, Shortstop?”

I rolled my lips between my teeth, fighting a smile. “Uhm. No?”

Hetsked against my skin, scraping his teeth against the sensitive flesh. “We can’t have that.”

I shivered, shifting against him restlessly. “I’m thinking our friends and colleagues are within earshot, and this forest make out session is kind of risky.”

“Make out session?” Cal kissed down my neck toward the dipping neckline of my sundress. “Who said anything about making out?”

“Are we… not?” I got out breathlessly.

Cal lifted me away from the tree, arching my back into him and baring my breasts to his wandering lips. He hooked his finger under the edge of the V neckline, and I realized then how stretchy the bodice was. As he revealed my skin to my bra cup, he kissed each inch with deliberate softness. “I’m not sure you could call wooded debauchery a make out session.” He slipped the bra aside, exposing my breast, and then his tongue lashed out to flick the pink bud.

I gasped, my legs clenching together as a shockwave of pleasure rolled through me. “This is a bad idea,” I panted. Cal took my nipple between his lips lightly before flicking it with his tongue again. I moaned. “Then again…”

Cal lifted his head just enough to hook me with a dark, impish glance. “Then again?”

I groaned, moving my hips against his. “If… we’re fast.”

Cal blew cold air on my nipple, still damp from his tongue. It sent another twitch of longing between my legs, and I gasped again. “Fast?” he asked.

“Or slow,” I pleaded.

Chuckling, Cal sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I let my head fall back against the tree trunk, moaning loudly and not caring who heard it. Cal’s left hand still held me steady against his strong body, and his right trailed down my waist and to my skirt. He gently nipped and then licked at my nipple, igniting a fire that burned at my core and sizzled away my inhibitions. He lifted the skirt, tickling it up my thigh before trailing his fingers against my heated flesh.

I adjusted my grip, hooking my left arm behind his neck. That freed my right hand, and even as his fingertips pressed against my slit through the cotton of my panties, I coasted up his thigh toward his erection. Cal stilled, and I opened my eyes just long enough to give him a heated gaze. He stared at me, apparently frozen as my knuckles grazed the hard length of him over his pants. “Slow?” I teased.

His expression darkened with amusement. When his fingers pressed against my clit through the fabric, my knees went weak, and he held me hard against his body. “I think you deserve to be fucked fast and hard. What do you think?”

“Yes please,” I gusted out, and my vision crossed as he rubbed my clit in aching circles.

“You asked.” Cal’s fingers left me, but only long enough for him to spin me and gather my wrists in his left hand. He pressed my palms against the rough maple tree, holding them firmly in place while he bent me over. I braced my weight against the tree, arms straight and ass out. Cal smoothed a heated touch up the back of my thigh. “Bend over and keep your eyes on that party, Ruth. I want you to know that you’re getting fucked in earshot of your friends.”

I looked through the leaves and blossoming rhododendrons with the dawning realization that I was actually having sex somewhere in public. Sweat beaded between my breasts, and I swallowed my nerves. But then my pussy ached for Cal’s touch, and I danced on my tiptoes in anticipation, because if Cal said he was going to fuck me fast and hard, then I knew he wouldmake good on that promise. Andye Gods, did I want him to.

Cal flipped my skirt over my hips, and it gathered along my lower back and bared my panties. He wasted no time in shimmying them down my legs, kissing a scorching path down my thigh, the back of my knee, and to my calf before he tapped my ankles so I could lift my feet out of them. He straightened again, dangling my already wet underwear where I could see them. “You don’t need these, do you?”

“You ripped my last pair,” I pointed out. “They’re practically disposable at this point.”

“Perfect.” He tossed them into a bush nearby. I didn’t have a moment to be surprised by that, because his left hand massaged my breast, plucking at my exposed nipple. His right hand reached around the front of my bent body and found my slick core. I jumped, moaning again as he found my clit and rolled over it carefully.

He slid down, following a line to my clenching center. Then he circled the entrance, coating his finger in my arousal and causing me to push back against him desperately. Cal bent over me, covering me in his warmth, in his scent, in his strength. Against the back of my neck, he ordered, “Give me your right hand.”