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I nod. I don’t have words. They’re not needed for what we’re about to do.

Stepping back, Caleb gets the condom on and then returns, one hand in my hair, the other gripping my hip.

Before I know it, or have a chance to respond to his urgency, Caleb is inside of me and all I can think about is,Jesus, he can fuck.

Every touch his gives, my skin burns, as though he’s on fire, or I am because of him. Either way, it’s hot, both physically and . . . whatever.

At some point, my right leg moves to the table and it provides exactly the right angle for him to go deeper. Deep enough it causes me to scream out, “Oh God,” or something similar. I’m not even sure what I said.

He curses under his breath but doesn’t say anything, his thrusts coming harder and faster, every stroke giving me a new burst of pleasure. I like that he doesn’t say much during sex. In my opinion, you shouldn’t. You should be fucked speechless, and he knows how to do that.

Just as I’m about to come, there’s a knock on the door and the handle jiggles.

My panicked eyes dart to Caleb and he stops, midthrust, panting, and mouths, “Who’s that?”

I push him back and we stand there, both panicking.

“Mila, I know you’re in there. What are you doing?”

Oh thank God, it’s only Izzy.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I yell back, “I’ll be just a minute.”

Caleb glares, appearing offended. “What? No, you won’t.”

I put my hand over his mouth but I know Izzy heard him. “You be quiet.”

“You better not make a mess in there, Mila. I know you have that guy in there. Tom told me all about him.” She knows me a lot better than I thought but still, that motherfucker Tom needs to mind his car-parking ass. “I have a client in twenty minutes.”

Just as I’m about to tell her I’ll clean up, Caleb opens the goddamn door, completely fucking naked. “Give us ten minutes.”

Izzy Bizzy, meet Caleb’s cock. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?

“You’re naked,” Izzy notes, her face the color of the fires Caleb puts out. And then, as though she’s really trying not to, her eyes deceive her mind’s orders and make a quick glance at his cock.

I’m not sure the size of Gigantor’s stick, but I think she’s impressed by Caleb because she does that fish out of water gaping and widens her eyes.

“We’re busy,” Caleb barks, annoyed, then slams the door and locks it.

I smile when he closes the door. “That’s impressive. No one’s ever made Izzy blush.”

He slaps my ass. “I’ll show you something impressive.”

“Yes, please do.”

And we’re back at it.

I’M TREADING THE seas of instability and denial. I’m also working my ass off after Caleb leaves. That is until Nixon comes by the hotel acting like I owe him a favor.

“I have the Vance Benefit tonight at the Grand Hyatt.” He pauses, clearing his throat and checking his ten-thousand-dollar watch. “Come with me?”

If I had to guess, I’d say he flashes his watch to draw my eyes toward what he can buy.

His words are asked in the form of a question, but if you say those words back in your head, it’s something like, “I won’t tell your dad about the firefighter in the storage closet if you come with me.”

Our eyes meet and I want to slap him across the face for the implication, though it’s not what he said.

And then he says, “You know, Mila, your dad would be disappointed in your choice of men.”

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