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“Is this okay?” he asked, a look of genuine concern on his face despite the pleasure he was clearly feeling.

I raised my hips slowly, then settled down again and he gasped out loud.

“This is more than okay,” I said. “You feel so amazing inside of me. I want more of you, I want it all.”

Something changed in Callum's face. He nuzzled his face into my neck and held onto my hips, then thrust up, deep. It was my turn to gasp now. His powerful hips had managed to hoist me up despite the awkwardness of our position in the cab, and he used his arms to raise me high enough so that he could enter me at a delicious angle.

“Again,” I moaned. “Do that again, baby, please.”

At that he growled and the sound took me by such surprise that I almost lost my balance. But Callum held me steady, as he always did. He began to move and I moved with him, trying to meet every powerful, intentional thrust of his.

My toes curled and the sounds I was making didn't sound anything like me. It wasn't just the technique or the foreplay, even though those were certainly playing their role.

It was the intimacy of it all. It was everything he'd done until this point to show me the kind of man he was, it was the way he seemed to lose control of himself inside of me, the sounds he was making, the way he kept his face buried in my neck, breathing me in through his moans.

It was like he couldn't get enough of me.

I came so hard around him that my body spasmed wildly and I had to wrap my arms around him. He held me through it, crying out my name as my orgasm milked his.

We stayed like that for a while, just holding onto each other as we climbed down from the high together.

Still panting, I finally pulled away, kissing his face. The tired but satisfied smile he gave me was so boyishly charming that it almost made me want to go again. Almost. But my body was aching, still tender with aftershocks.

“Was that…was that good for you?” he asked.

I answered him with a throaty laugh, squeezing around his dick and he jolted in surprise.

“What does that tell you?” I asked.

I gingerly slipped off his cock and climbed back into the passenger seat, picking up my clothing and trying to dress myself as best I could in the confined space while Callum interrupted every so often with another kiss.

After we got ourselves in order, he started the engine again and we headed back to the firehouse.

A tiny part of me almost expected that things might feel a bit different between us now. But I was pleasantly surprised to see that while it was clear our dynamic had shifted it wasn't for the worse.

The silence wasn't awkward in the slightest. It was comfortable.

“Oh, Miss Lauren?” Callum asked without taking his eyes off the road.

“Hmm?” I hummed.

“I think it'll be best if you don't mention what just happened to Rafe or he'll kick my ass,” he said.

My eyes flew wide. “What? But how did you…?”

Callum laughed. “It wasn't exactly subtle. He's almost as bad at keeping his eyes off of you as I am. And I noticed something different after he worked a solo night shift at your place. I put two and two together quickly.”

“I…” I had no idea what to say. Was an apology in order? What would I even be saying sorry for?

But as usual, Callum knew exactly what to say.

“There's nothing to feel weird about. What you did with him is your business. What we did together is mine,” he said.

Oh, Callum Doyle. The beautiful, brilliant, wonderful man you are.

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