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What did he mean about getting it out of his system?

Oh, no. Oh, yes.

My mind goes blank, moans flying out of my throat, inching higher and higher, mirroring the sensation of pleasure growing in my body.

He truly likes to eat me out, his teeth sinking into my sensitive parts without hurting me, showing me how much he loves it.

“Callan…” I push out, and it’s about the only word that makes sense before he drags me across the finish line, not minding my feverish fingers weaving through his hair, and that I instinctively close my thighs around his neck.

He strokes me harder, and my climax is sublime. Just about the best experience I have ever had.

I can’t be mad at him.

And I can’t be mad with myself.

I’ll have to deal with the aftermath.

For now, everything seems perfect.

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CALLAN

The followingday

The house has been loudthe entire morning.

The staff is cooking, cleaning, and setting the table for tonight.

We rarely spend Christmas together.

My brothers and I used to sit around a big table, indulge in great food and drinks, and have our friends and extended family with us, but not anymore.

Spending Christmas together brings back the painful memories of a different life.

So, each year, we use new reasons to justify not being here together anymore.

We pretend we want to be here when, but in reality, we don’t.

Things will be different tonight as I want to at least have the Christmas table ready.The way it used to be.

My phone rings for the fourth time, and I roll to my side, stretch my arm out, and pick it up off the nightstand.

“Yeah.”

“You need to see this,” Beverly says. “I’ll send you a picture.”

“Okay.”

We end the call, and I wait, sprawled on my back, the covers up to my waist, naked underneath.

My hand covers the phone pressed against the mattress, my eyes moving to the big clock on the wall.

It’s two o’clock in the afternoon.

I rarely sleep in.

Okay, I never do, but I didn’t come straight home last night after dropping off Mackenzie.

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