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Every single part of me screams to claim her pussy. To finally slide into the heat I’ve been dreaming about for years. To make her mine in every way that counts.

I shift forward, cock poised at her drenched entrance, her body open and eager beneath me?—

“Hello?” A woman’s voice echoes from down the hall. It’s muffled but unmistakable. “River? Where are you?”

Callie stills beneath me as her eyes fly open.

With a groan, I drop my forehead to hers in defeat. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“Who is that?”

“My sister,” I mutter. “Willow.”

We stare at each other for a long beat, her face flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly. I’m still so hard it hurts, and she’s panting.

“River?” The voice comes again, louder this time and much closer.

I curse.

And then, as if by silent agreement, we’re scrambling. Half-laughing and half-panicking as I roll off her and Callie grabs the blanket, yanking it up to cover her bare body.

With a groan, I push off the bed, still rock hard, still tasting her sweetness on my tongue, and shake my head with a rueful grin. “So damn close.”

Callie looks over at me, panting and dazed, her hair a wild halo around her head.

She’s seriously the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

But it’s way more than that.

It’s just her.

Her lips twitch. “Yeah… close.”

As I take one last look at her in my bed, tangled up in my sheets, her lips still parted from all the things we almost did, I know one thing with absolute certainty.

If I wasn’t already in love with her, this would’ve been the moment I fell.

And the truth?

I’m not sure I’ll ever get back up again.

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Callie

My heart pounds as I stare at my reflection in the mirror and try, for what feels like the hundredth time, to make sense of my life.

I’m about to meet the sister of the man I’m living with.

The one I’m on the verge of sleeping with.

Who I’m not even dating.

Technically.

A few weeks ago, I was drowning, barely able to keep my head above water. The bakery was bleeding me dry, Nora was growing so fast it felt like I couldn’t keep up, and I was surviving on caffeine, adrenaline, and the kind of stubbornness that borders on reckless.

And now I’m here.