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Her soft moaning fills the air, her eyes fixed on mine as I bring two fingers up and slide them inside of her. I pump them in and out, watching as her arousal coats my skin. Her legs tremble slightly as I massage her clit with my thumb, blowing a fan of air across her center as I bring my mouth centimeters from where she wants it. She whines, pressing her hips forward in desperation. I chuckle, staring up at her as I continue to drive her wild with my fingers.

“Is there something you want, love?” I ask, watching as she loses herself so perfectly. Her chest rises and falls, the blush painting her skin a beautiful shade of red.

“Yes,” she pants.

“Tell me,” I order, placing a soft kiss against her clit.

“I-I–” she stutters, her body so hot for me as I kiss her sensitive flesh again and again, without giving in.

“I want to hear you say it,” I say. “Beg for it, little siren.”

“Callum,” she groans, her control fading fast. “I want you to fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours, now.”

“As you wish, love,” I say, smiling as I suck her clit into my mouth, groaning as the taste of her consumes me entirely.

Her thighs squeeze together on instinct, and I half consider allowing her to strangle me with them before I place my palms on the inside and push them wide. I want her squirming, writhing beneath me as I consume everything from her. I flip my fingers, stroking that spot deep inside of her as I circle my tongue over her slowly, painfully, and until I’ve spelled out the entire fucking alphabet. Then, and only then, do I give her what she seeks.

“Let go for me, Lydia,” I growl. “Let the people of Arcadia Grove know who you fucking belong to.”

One more flick of my tongue has her thighs trembling as she grabs my hair and holds me against her. I chuckle, draining every last drop from her as I devour her until she’s completely spent.

“God, you are so fucking beautiful when you scream my name like that,” I say, lifting her from the dresser and setting her back down on the floor.

She stares up at me, that edge of desire still swirling beneath the blue. She places her palms against my chest, pushing as I walk backward until the door to the room hits my back. Her hands roam down my chest and to the waistband of my sweats, her delicate fingers dipping below the fabric as she runs them across my skin. My head falls back, hitting the door with a thud as she drops to her knees before me. She drags my pants and boxers down my thighs, tugging until they pool around my ankles. Her gaze roams up and up, until she’s staring right at my throbbing cock. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she grabs my thighs and pushes them back against the door. Her gaze continues to trail up my body until her hungry eyes land on mine.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

I stiffen at the sound of what sounds a lot like knocking against the door behind me. Surely I’m hallucinating. Surely the universe wouldn’t choose right fucking now to interrupt us, would it?

“Hey, love birds,” I hear a familiar female voice, followed by a couple more knocks. “Hot yoga in five. Room 444, get moving.”

Goddamn shit fuck. As if to drive home the horrible timing, Lydia leans her head against my thigh, so close to my cock that it physically hurts. She sighs heavily, her breath hot against my skin.

“Be right there,” Lydia sings out, grimacing when her eyes land on mine.

She mouths “sorry” as if that will make any of this better. When she stands, I almost beg her not to. Breathing in deep, I will the blood rushing through my cock to go back to the other vital organs—like my brain, for example. Because right now, all I want to do is shove Lydia back to her knees and fuck her mouth until she’s begging for air.

“Oh, come on, sunshine,” she says playfully, grabbing her underwear and pulling them back up her legs. Stupid fucking underwear. I knew I should have just ripped them. I glare at the lace as they disappear beneath her dress.

“We’ll continue this later,” she whispers.

“You fucking bet we will,” I say, reluctantly leaning forward to pull my own pants back on.

I narrow my eyes at the light gray fabric as if it, too, played a part in my demise. I tuck my cock between my boxers, trying to force it into submission. Lydia walks over to her suitcase, grabbing a set of yoga pants and a top before pulling her dress over her head to change into them. I avert my gaze, not trusting myself to watch her change right now.

She giggles, and when I turn, she’s fully clothed in the world’s sexiest fucking yoga outfit I think I’ve ever seen. It could be my throbbing cock talking, but I doubt it. She spins in a circle, showing off the outfit like she wants to make me miserable. And when I catch a glimpse of her ass in those tight pants, I have to physically stop myself from ripping them off her skin.

“You look so fucking sexy right now,” I say. “But I’m going to need you to stop moving, please.”

Her giggling turns into full-on laughter as she tugs my hand and pulls me from the room and into the hallway. I adjust myself, knowing that I’m about to attend a hot yoga session with the world’s hardest fucking boner.

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Lydia

I grab Callum’s hand, dragging him into the hallways and toward room 444. At least, I assume I’m going in the direction of it when he tugs me into a room off to our right. I look up, noting the repeating numerology atop the door, wondering how I almost missed it.

“Distracted, love?” he asks, his eyes dancing with wild amusement and desire as we walk into the empty room toward two deep blue yoga mats lying near the center of the floor.