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“You and your goddamn massages,” I said, a call back to our first night together as a moan slipped out of me.

“You don’t like them?” he teased, scraping his nails lightly through the coarse hair that lined my thighs.

I let out an involuntary full-body shudder. “You know I do.”

“Maybe I missed my calling,” he murmured, continuing to work his way up.

When he worked his way to the spot where my upper thigh met my hip, I expected him to grab my cock, but instead, he kissed my thigh. “Be right back.”

I lifted my arm to see Cally moving toward his bag under the window.

While he rifled around in an interior pocket, I scooted toward the edge of the mattress.

Supplies in hand, he slotted between my open thighs, tossing a foil wrapper and the bottle down next to me.

“Hi,” he said, smiling down at me

I grinned up at him. “Hi.”

The hotel’s heating unit kicked on suddenly, sending a wave of dry heat in our direction. November in Seattle was wet and freezing, but sitting here butt-ass naked, knowing what this was all leading to, I wasn’t cold. Not even a little bit.

Cally’s fingers grazed over my skin, causing it to pebble under his touch. He paused at my right nipple, circling it twice with his thumb, his eyes tracking the movement. Then he pinched it between his thumb and index finger, giving it a gentle little twist. I jolted, a full-body shiver moving through me. The corner of his mouth tilted into a smirk as he turned his hand over and trailed his knuckles across my collarbone and along the tendons of my neck. He tucked a wayward curl behind my ear.

“You need a haircut.”

I huffed out a small laugh, his beautiful, quirky mind an endless source of amusement for me.

“I also need you to get naked,” I said, flicking his belt, my nail clinking against the metal. “You have way too many clothes on.”

“Do I?” His grin widened to show off the hint of a dimple.

“Yes,” I said, yanking the hem of his dress shirt out from the waistband of his slacks and getting to work on the bottom buttons.

“Someone’s impatient.” He chuckled, starting at his collar and moving lower.

“Of course I’m impatient. I finally get to fuck you,” I said, glancing quickly up at him before going back to work.

He grunted a noise of agreement and shrugged out of his shirt, but the cuff caught on his watch. I grabbed the sleeve and yanked it down, hearing the threads rip as I tore it away.

I started to apologize for ruining his no doubt expensive clothes, but Cally cut me off with a rumbled “Really don’t care,” as he unfastened his belt.

I lowered his zipper, helping him shove his pants and underwear down over his ass and thighs until the fabric pooled around his ankles. He moved from foot to foot, kicking everything off, before bending over to yank off his socks then righted himself. He stepped forward then, cupping my cheeks in the split second before his lips crashed against mine and we collapsed back onto the bed.

His weight pressed me into the fluffy duvet, his hips rocking against mine without any sort of finesse. I arched up to meet him, our skin growing slick with sweat. Cally’s breath hitched when I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my ankles into the divots just above his ass, pulling him tighter against me.

His cock dragged against mine, the rough hair of his thighs scraping against the inside of mine as he rocked forward, his ass flexing with every forward push. I dug my fingers into his back, anchoring him to me, urging him to move faster, move harder.

I let out a whine—there really was no other word for it—my hips jerking desperately. Cally groaned against my mouth, his teeth snagging on my bottom lip before he moved away to nip at my collarbone.

“Mark me,” I panted.

“Someone will see,” he murmured, flattening his tongue and dragging it up my neck, licking me like a goddamn ice cream cone.

I tilted my head to the side. “Don’t care. Do it.”

Cally sucked the skin right behind my ear into his mouth, pulling on it, the suction tight, until it started to sting.

“Fuck,” I moaned, pressure coiling in my groin, and I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. If Cally wanted to get fucked, he needed to get off me right this second.