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I slumped against him, my ear to his racing heart as we clung to one another like survivors of an apocalypse who’d just discovered they were the last two people on earth.

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Callum

Heather: Where did Alistair and Callum run off to? We didn’t even get a chance to chat.

Mal: I don’t know anything!

Heather: Guys?

Alistair: I suddenly felt sick so I’m heading home. I think Callum is otherwise engaged.

Mal: Maybe Callum’s sick too. He definitely looked a little peaky.

Alistair: Thought you didn’t know anything?

Heather: What the hell is going on?

“Are you okay?” I asked Juniper the second I was able. The smile on my face likely visible from outer space.

She laughed, her entire body soft and trembling. “What the fuck was that?”

“I was hoping you could tell me.” I kissed her sweaty forehead, brushing my lips back and forth. “You just sucked my cock so well I thought I was having an exorcism.”

“The power of Christ compels you.” She giggled again,the sound music to my ears. Her legs split over my waist, and I groaned, my cock still buried in its favourite spot, deep inside her. “And I can’t explain it.” She pillowed her chin on her hands, looking so fucking content splayed out across my chest, I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s never happened before.”

I assumed she didn’t mean the orgasm as I’d made her come multiple times by now. Or the hand tying. She’d been in control to a point it felt safer for my sanity not to

analyse it.

“Elaborate.”

She licked my nipple and I grinned, the little demon loved my nipples almost as much as I loved hers.

“You made me come without even touching my clit.”

Surprised, I tried to think back and regrettably failed. The best sex of my fucking life but from the moment she’d smeared her lipstick on my cock it had all felt like an out-of-body experience. Regardless, I had the urge to beat my chest like a caveman for putting that satisfied smile on her face.

Though it caused my cock to slide rather unceremoniously from her, I caught her beneath the arms – chuckling as she squealed – and dragged her up my chest. I needed to look her in the eye for this. “Did you, Juniper ‘Callum shut the fuck up’ Ross, just come to the sound of my voice?”

“I don’t think you’re giving enough credit to the baseball bat between your legs.”

I grinned like an absolute fool. “I knew it. This whole time you’ve been getting hot when I talk to you, sweetheart.”

“I wouldn’t say the whole time—”

I squeezed her hips, delighting in the realisation I could now have her laughing beneath me whenever I pleased.

Attempting to get away, she rolled off me and onto the twisted sheets.

I followed, ignoring the twinge in my bruised ribs, and pinned her arms above her head. “Admit that you like it.”

Her smile was wide and stupid and so damn pretty I couldn’t resist kissing it. “I might not hate it.”

“Liar.” I clicked my tongue. “In fact … I think youlovethe sound of my voice.”

“Are you attempting to trick a love confession out of me?” Her long legs swept my thighs. I groaned, falling into the cradle of her hips when holding myself aloft suddenly became impossible. I was so weak for this woman. Pathetically so.

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