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CALEB

As Amelia finishes up brushing her teeth, I grab my backpack from the desk, unzip the front pocket, pull out a small bag I brought to fix up the pillows, and slip on a shirt.

The water shuts off and she emerges out of the bathroom. Her curls are piled up in a pineapple bun, skin glowing, lips glossy and full. She’s wearing black mini shorts and a white tank top that clings in all the right places.

Her gaze drops to the bed. “That wasn’t there earlier.”

I shrug.

She runs her fingers along the smooth satin pillows. “Why in the world did you pack silk pillowcases? I have my bonnet.”

“Options. At least now you have a bonnet and silk pillowcases.”

“Thanks, you’re not wrong. I need a new bonnet with a tie, though. The one I have now ends up halfway across the room by morning.” She laughs before climbing into bed, dramatically building a pillow wall.

“Is that really necessary?” I chuckle as she perfectly aligns it in the middle.

She smacks the middle to fluff it out a few times. “Yes. I don’t want those dogs anywhere near me.” She points at my feet, playfully.

“Very funny.” I wave her off. “And my ‘dogs’ are neatly trimmed, thank you very much.”

I switch off the light, leaving the room dim, and crawl into bed near the window. “Switch sides with me.”

“What?” She flattens the pillows with one hand, glaring at me. “No. I’m comfortable already.”

“Please?”

“Ugh, why?” she groans. “You’re already over there.”

“I need to be by the front door.”

“What difference does it make?”

“Because unless a man wants to climb up 180 feet to break in, at least I’ll see them first.”

“Why assume it’s a man?” she counters.

“Because men are the worst.”

“Not all of them,” her eyes soften, before caving in. “Fine, but I’m too lazy to get up and?—”

“Just get over here.” I chuckle, reaching over the pillow wall. My hand finds her slim waist, and I tug gently only for her to land right on top of me. She sucks in a sharp breath, her silky thighs now straddling my hips, eyes wide as we both freeze.

I could make a joke like I usually do, at least it won’t be awkward for her but the air shifts into something more tense as my chest rises and falls slowly, each breath deeper than the last.

The silence between us lingers, and I can’t help but notice the little things, how a few loose curls rest against her forehead, the gentle flutter of her lashes, the slight part of her lips.

And her scent…it’s different tonight. Usually, it’s strawberries. But now, it’s something warmer. Sweeter.

Vanilla.

Jesus.

If I thought strawberry smelled good, this is heaven. The scent wraps around me, pulling all my focus.

Then she presses her hands on my chest like she’s about to push herself off but her hips shift just enough that I can feel the pressure of my length against her through the thin fabric.

“Oh,” she mumbles so faintly I almost miss it.

Shit, that feels good.

She starts rolling her hips again, hesitant, unsure. It’s slow like she’s testing me…or herself. Each shift makes it harder for me to stay still.

She rocks her hips again, just lightly, and if she doesn’t stop, I might come like this.

I shake my head, resting my hands firmly on her hips. “What are you doing?”

Her eyes widen again, embarrassment written all over her face and I curse in my head.

“Oh my god,” she stammers, trying to scramble off me. “I don’t know why I did that?—”

“No,” I say, my voice husky. “If you’re gonna do that, don’t hold back. Put all your weight on me.”

I ease her hips fully down so she feels the outline of my hardness.

She lets out a quiet moan and the sound alone sends a rush of heat straight to my cock…it’s so hard, it borders on painful.

“What do you want, Amelia?”

She bites the inside of her lip, looking everywhere but at me.

I bring one hand from her hip to the nape of her neck, tilting her head down until she has no choice but to look into my eyes. “Look at me and tell me what you want.”

I barely recognize my voice. It’s rough and desperate. Because I am.

She hesitates for a moment, then without my guidance, she rolls her hips on her own.

“Shit,” I whimper. “You’re still not telling me, princess.”

I have never fucking whimpered a day in my life.

“Right now? I just want to continue this,” she whispers.

“Want me to be quiet?”

She nods, slow and uncertain, like she’s afraid that if I speak, it’ll shatter whatever this moment is.

I’ll shut up. She can take whatever the hell she wants from me, until my very last breath.

Sliding my hands back down to her sides, I memorize every curve and dip before gripping her hips tightly again. I gently rock her back and forth over my aching length, slower.

She can feel all of me. I know she can. Her fingers fist the material of my shirt as she rubs me, picking up speed.

Heat floods in my stomach, and I can feel myself getting harder with every roll of her hips. She wants me to be quiet but I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.

“Ah,” she exhales, a breathy groan slipping past her lips.

She rests her forehead against mine, our lips inches apart as she rides me harder. I can tell she's getting close by the way her breathing changes.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as she takes what she wants and I thrust my hips, pressing harder against her core, holy fuck.

“Oh my god,” she whines.

Her hands grip my shoulders as she moves faster, pushing us further to the edge. Our breathing grows heavier until we’re panting, she moans louder, her back arches, and I know she’s about to come.

The shrill ring of her phone cuts through the moment, shattering it into a thousand pieces.

Amelia startles, her body jerking in shock as she climbs off of me faster than I could blink. I frustratingly turn my head to glance at her, already on the other side of the pillows, her breath still uneven as she clears her throat, reaching for her phone on the nightstand to check who’s calling.

The screen lights up against her flushed face, before she presses it to her ear.

“Tia…hey yeah the caterers will um, be there tomorrow,” she answers, her voice shaky.

I groan, scratching my eyebrow before letting my head fall back restlessly against the pillow, closing my eyes.

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