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Eventually, after some time passes, I give in to my hormonal fever, the desperate beast that Cal has unleashed. I have to satisfy myself or I’m going to explode. My hand slips down between my legs and I fantasize that it’s his hand I feel and not my own.

I bring myself to a shaking climax, almost immediately.

I bite down on my bottom lip so I don’t cry out. Then I lay there in the dark, tears spilling from my eyes, shocked by the power of that release. I’ve never felt anything like it.

I guess the mere act of fantasizing about Callum MacLaine is far more satisfying than all the real-life, flesh-and-blood experiences I’ve ever had, combined.

I really hate that.

But I turn on my side, a smile curling my lips. Just the fantasy may be all I need. I’m not even sure I could survive real sex with the flesh-and-blood Callum MacLaine. The man has a lot to offer—I just saw it with my own eyes.

I wonder if a woman can cum so hard and so often that it’s hazardous to her health.

I contemplate this important question as I fall into a dark, deep sleep.

Chapter 16

Cal

I grip her waist in my hands, her flesh hot and slick to the touch. I lift her up and down on my dick as the hot tub swirls around us. She makes the most appealing little moans, clearly loving the feel of me taking her. Victoria throws her head back, the night sky alive above us. As she arches her back, her breasts jut out and I lick both nipples, then take one between my teeth and bite softly. I feel her tight pussy clutching me as she comes all over my dick, the sexiest cry escaping her mouth…

I sit up in bed, my heart pounding like crazy. “What the fuck?”

I reach for my phone. It’s five a.m., way too early for a phone call from my dad or anyone else on the planet. I let it ring a few more times while I throw on a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt.

“Hello, Dad.”

“Well, good morning, sunshine.”

I grunt. I really wanted to sleep in this morning. Last night completely sucked. All the arguing and anger. Shit, that was awful. But at least I got to see Victoria naked, so it wasn’t a total loss.

And then I had the pleasure of spending the night tossing and turning, unable to keep her out of my thoughts and out of my dreams.

I take my phone out to the kitchen, flick on the lights, and start a pot of coffee. “What can I do for you, Dad? I mean, I don’t even hear the roosters yet, so it must be pretty important.”

He laughs. I look across the great room and down the hall in the other wing of the house, seeing that the guest room doors are still closed. She must still be sleeping.

At least I know she didn't take off with my Jeep in the middle of the night. I took the keys to anything that moves—my motorcycle, the Jeep, my electric bike, the fucking riding mower—and locked them in my safe overnight.

“I’m just checking in on our visitor,” Dad says. “How’s it going over there?”

“Peachy. Our visitor is utterly charming. The perfect houseguest.”

“I see.”

I grab a coffee mug and open the refrigerator to get the ingredients for a protein shake, then set some eggs and bacon on the countertop. I’m starving this morning. All the fantasizing must have worked up my appetite. “And how are you, Dad?”

“Great. I’m driving into town in a bit, dropping Phyllis off at her daughter’s place before I head to Carson City. I’ll play a few rounds of golf and stay at the hotel while the house is being treated for termites.”

“Riiiight. Those pesky termites.”

“It’s a dry country, son.”

“So, what’s up? What can I do for you on this fine crack of dawn?”

He laughs again. “Well, I was just thinking about our talk yesterday.”

“Yep, me too.” Sarah and Ripley are under my feet. I fill their water bowls and scoop out kibble for them. “It kept me up most of the night, in fact. And I know I agreed to wait for a week, but we aren’t selling the Sulfur Springs land. We're just not going to do it.”

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