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I could barely open my eyes. Could barely speak. He held me on the edge but never let me fall.

“Look at me,” he clipped, drawing his fingers from my pussy and bringing them to his mouth. He slid them between his lips, pulling them back out completely clean. A deep groan of satisfaction rumbled from his chest. “I need seconds.” Without warning, he sank two fingers into my pussy again, pumping in and out until they were coated. He pulled them between his lips again, sucking off my juices.

My nails dug into his biceps. I didn’t want an inch of space between us. “Fuck me,” I begged.

“With what, honey?” He teased my clit again. “My hands?” He fisted his throbbing dick and brushed the head against my slit. “My cock?” He leaned in, nipping at my earlobe. “Or maybe you wanna try my mouth? See what it’s like when a real man eats your cunt like it’s the best damn thing he’s ever tasted.”

“All of it,” I whispered.

Cal chuckled as he reached behind me and cut the water. “Greedy girl. Arms out,” he said as he reached for a towel and wrapped it around my torso. He grabbed the other for himself, wrapping it low on his hips. “Tell me what you want first.”

Blush painted my cheeks. I leaned in and kissed him. “That.”

Cal sent me back to his bedroom and ordered me to get comfortable. When he crawled up the mattress with irises dark as the midnight sky, I knew I was in for it. In silence, he opened the front of my towel, revealing every inch of me for him. “You’re so beautiful, Honey. So obedient. Open your legs for me like a good girl.”

I brought one knee up slightly in a shy concession.

Callum clicked his tongue in dismay before grabbing the backs of my thighs and pushing my knees up to my chest. I squeezed my eyes shut as cool air swirled around my exposed pussy.

His warm breath at the crease of my thigh was the first thing I felt. He left sloppy, open-mouthed kisses there as his other hand caressed my hip. The first slow slide of his tongue up my slit had my hips bucking off the mattress. He chuckled, dark and deep, as he held my hips down and circled the tip of his tongue around my clit. I bit my lip, tasting the copper tang of blood as I tried my hardest to stay still. Two fingers breached my entrance, scissoring inside me as he teased my clit with strokes of his tongue and little puffs of air.

Like a vagina virtuoso, he pushed the hood of my clit back with his tongue and slowly lapped at the exposed nerves with the flat of his tongue.

Heat and desire built low in my pelvis. “Baby—” I cried out as I fisted the sheets, desperate for an anchor. “I—I—”

Cal curled his fingers, stimulating some hidden spot deep inside. “Atta girl,” he soothed, never slowing his ministrations. “Come for me.”

His lips latched around my clit, offering deep pulls as I shattered. With his fingers still inside me, he cupped my sex, easing the crash from the out-of-body high I was tumbling down from.

Callum smiled against my pussy. “So good, Honey. You did so good. How was that?”

I collapsed against the bed, gasping for breath. “That was some performance.” My legs felt electric. The rest of me felt as though I was a million pounds. I didn’t possess the strength to move.

He placed a slow kiss on my throbbing clit before repeating the gesture up my stomach and sternum. “Sex isn’t a performance. It’s practice. You don’t perform medicine; you practice it. Because there’s always room to discover something new. To get better at it. To do it time and time again and always be excited by the awe of human magic.”

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CALLUM

“Dispatch to 2-1-2. Reported structure fire at the Glen Forest apartment complex. Twenty-two hundred block of Woodland Road. Engine One and Truck three are responding, requesting units to secure the scene. EMS is en route.”

I keyed in my radio. “10-4. Unit 2-1-2 en route.”

Lauren sat in the passenger’s seat and shotgunned a coffee. It was my first day back to regular duty, and Chief Farnby had strapped me with the rookie, knowing I wouldn’t do anything too stupid with her under my tutelage.

“How’s the wedding planning?” she asked, tipping the cup back and draining the last few drops. “I ran into Layla the other day. She was picking up an order at The Copper Mule. The ring you got her is gorgeous. I hope Brad proposes with something like that.”

Lauren chattered on as I sped through town, blaring my lights and sirens to clear the way. Not that it helped.

Mr. McGillicuddy drove beside me with his window rolled down, shouting to find out what I was responding to so he could post it on the Falls Creek message board.

Lord only knows what these people would do if they knew they could listen to the police scanner.Luckily, very few of them were tech-savvy.

With a quick maneuver around Bobby Ray’s old farmhouse that saved me two minutes on the trip, I lost Nosey McBusybody and pulled up to the cross street where traffic needed to be re-routed. Lauren jumped out first, her sweet-as-sugar demeanor gone the moment she slid on her sunglasses.

“Uh, Fletch?”

I hopped out, grabbed a reflective traffic vest, and tossed it to her. “Yeah?”

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