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"Callum." My name is a moan. Her fingers curl in my hair, pulling. Her feet press into the mattress, hips tilting up.

My head stays ducked. She tastes sweet. She is sweet. The fact that she allows me in here, lets me bring her this pleasure? An honor.

"I'm close," she whimpers. The heavy thickness at the center of my body swells larger.

Eden's muscles tense, her thighs tremble. I look up at her beautiful face, breasts swaying as her back bows. "Cal—lum. Callum." She chants my name while she breaks apart. A beautiful, writhing, satisfied woman. Eden. Her eyes open, finding mine. A smile curves her lips.

My heart batters my chest.

Her legs tip wide, inviting me inside. I crawl up her body, wasting not a second. My entry is languid. A slow thrust that has me closing my eyes to withstand the onslaught of sensation.

I've forgotten a condom. Eden must see the thought on my face, because she says, "It's ok. I'm on birth control. All good with me."

"Me, too. All good." I groan at the sensation, setting up a rhythm.

"I love your weight," Eden says, fingernails lightly grazing my back. "I love the way you press me into the bed."

"I love the way you like it," I tell her. "And I love how you run your hands over me."

The second I allowed myself to enjoy Eden's touch, I became addicted to it.

We keep going like that, lazy and decadent, until Eden moans and shakes, pressing her mouth against my bicep. It's all I need. Heat ricochets through me as I bury my face in her hair fanned out on the pillow, my lower body jerking.

"I have a surprise for you," I say when I've caught my breath.

"You've already surprised me this morning," she says, sated.

"A second surprise," I amend, forcing myself out of bed. If I could stay here by Eden and snap my fingers, making things like coffee and food appear out of thin air, I would.

I pull on the pair of flannel pajama pants I never put on last night. "Come to the kitchen in five minutes." Then I lean down and kiss her forehead before leaving the room.

CHAPTER 49

Eden

Good sex, a caring man, and my favorite coffee drink? A girl could get used to this.

"This tastes just like the coffee shop." I take another greedy guzzle of the toffee crunch latte Callum has prepared for me. "Did they teach you how to make this?"

"They gave me the recipe. The good old internet taught me how to make it."

"Ah, yes. The internet." I adjust the sheet I have knotted around my chest. I didn't bother dressing, folding the sheet around me like a diaphanous garment. I'm taking advantage of not having a third person in the cabin right now.

"What do you want to do today?" Callum asks, settling in the chair beside me with his flat white.

"Would it be terrible if I said I want to work?" I ask, making a face. "I have a meeting with Becca and Michael on Monday, and I want to make sure the website is as perfect as it can be without professional product photos."

Earlier this week, when the lighting was perfect, I painstakingly took picture after picture of my wax seals. I've spent every spare second designing new surface patterns for Eden Paper Co. I don't need one hundred patterns for my website, but I need a handful of gorgeous designs.

My plan is to launch Eden Paper Co. after the holidays. I want to start slow, learn as I go, and be ready for the gift buying season next year.

Callum tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "Will working help you keep your worries over Oliver at bay?"

My nose wrinkles as I nod. "You know me too well." I checked Oliver's location on my phone before I walked out here, probably for the tenth time since I dropped him off yesterday. Surprise, surprise he is exactly where he's supposed to be.

"You should do whatever it is you need to do." Callum exhales a heavy breath. "I need to determine how much damage there was to the office, and do a rough calculation of repair cost. Another downside to squatting is that I don't have homeowner's insurance."

Guilt pokes at me. I've hardly thought about the predicament Callum is in. Leaving my coffee behind, I settle onto his lap and wrap my arms around his shoulders. His arms encircle my waist.