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He looks at me, lost in thought before he replies. “I don’t know, I have this feeling like one wrong move, and she’ll bolt. You know me, I like to push boundaries, but with her, I have to keep myself grounded, which is where you come in, but this doesn’t change how I feel about you.”

My throat feels tight as I try to swallow around the ball of emotion. “I know, and I love you, too.”

Grabbing the back of my neck, he crashes his lips down on mine in a punishing kiss as he pushes me back against the wall, our hard lengths between us. It’s not difficult when I’m around this man, but this isn’t about sex, this is about emotional intimacy.

When we finally part with swollen lips, he smirks and then circles his finger in the air as he takes a step back. I turn around, and he reaches over my head for the shampoo and washes my hair and then moves on to my body.

But all it does is make me hard. It’s like when we first met all over again.

He reaches around my hip and takes me in his fist, his head over my shoulder. “Is this for me or her?” he asks, tugging it hard.

“Fuck, I don’t know.”

His laugh vibrates down the length of his arm and to my dick as he stays pressed against my back, his cock hard between us as he wanks me off, and in less than a minute, I’m coming.

“Fuck.” I brush my hair out of my eyes to look up at him, and there’s a smirk across his face. I shove him backwards and then drop to my knees, my dick still pulsing as I reach for him and take his rock-solid dick into my mouth and to the back of my throat.

“I love your mouth,” he says, gripping my hair as he thrusts into my throat, causing me to gag.

His hand goes to my throat, tilting my head just a fraction so I can take him even more.

“That’s it, keep looking at me, just like that,” he says, commanding as he begins to fuck my throat.

My hands wrap around his arse, my nails digging into his skin, my nose pressed against his groin as I give over to him and let him take what he needs. My eyes flutter closed, but his fingers pull against my scalp, causing me to look up.

“Eyes on me.”

I reach between his legs to play with his ball sack the way I know he loves, and he thickens even more, cutting off my airway. This man fucking loves breath play, and I live for pleasing him.

His jaw tenses as his balls tighten, and he thickens, my eyes watering, and then with one last deep thrust, he comes down my throat, and I have no choice but to swallow until he eases off just enough for me to suck in a breath as he continues to pulse. I will never tire of this man. When his orgasm subsides, he reaches for my shoulders, pulls me to my feet, and kisses me.

ChapterThirty-Three

JESSICA

Waking, I roll onto my back and stretch, feeling sated in the best possible way as I blink up at the ceiling and notice the light is different. I glance around the room. Caleb and Noah’s room is blanketed with their combined masculine scents, and I inhale deeply.

When I realise I am lying here naked, I pull the duvet with me as I sit up, recalling the events of last night. My core tightens as I remember what it felt like to have their mouths on me as they worshipped my body.

A shiver of pleasure rolls through me as my entire body heats from the memory. I look around and wonder where they both are, feeling a little discombobulated at waking up alone in their bed.

I hear the sound of the shower running from their ensuite and look around for something to throw on so I can go back to my room. The last thing I want is to be still sitting here like a hot mess.

Biting my lip, I look around, grateful when I see a discarded shirt on top of their chaise longue. It’s better than running back to my room starkers or combing through their drawers. I stumble out of bed, my feet sinking into the plush thick carpet, something I can’t help but appreciate. Curtis has cold, hard flooring with only a couple of rugs. Shaking thoughts of him from my mind, I snatch up the shirt and slip it on, my fingers trembling as I do up a couple of the buttons. The shirt stops above my knees and smells like Caleb. I close my eyes and inhale deeply, my nipples pebbling beneath the cotton.

I startle from a noise behind me and spin around, my hand going to my chest. Caleb is standing in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair damp, as a cloud of steam surrounds him followed by the shower shutting off.

“Good morning, Jessica,” he says, his eyes raking over my body.

I clear my throat. “Morning,” I reply, my voice sounding a little too high even for me. I can hear movement as light filters into the room, and I’m vaguely aware of the curtains being drawn, almost casting a spotlight over Caleb. Seeing the tattoos covering his torso and arms like this in the light of day makes me want to go over and study each and every one of them.

I’ve never liked them before now; they were never really my cup of tea. But all I can think about is getting lost in the intricate designs for hours. Noah is the opposite, with only one over his heart and one on his ring finger.

“Going somewhere?” Caleb asks, prowling towards me like a lion.

I point over my shoulder. “To my room?” I reply, but it comes out more like a question.

He stops right in front of me, and I have to tilt my head back just to look at him as he towers over me. He smells clean and delicious.

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