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When he settles between my legs, my confidence slips for half a second. Not because I don’t want this but because I don’t know if this will even fit.

He enters me slowly.

The stretch steals my breath, and he goes still immediately.

“Okay?”

“Give me a second.”

He waits, forehead pressed to mine, his entire body held rigid with the effort of not moving.

When I shift my hips, pleasure rolls through me.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He kisses me as he moves.

Slow at first. Then deeper when my legs wrap around him and I pull him closer.

There is nothing uncomplicated about this. It’s messy hair and bitten lips and his name falling out of my mouth. It’s Callum laughing when I nearly kick some cups off the nightstand, then groaning when I tighten around him.

It’s his hand in mine against the pillow.

When I come again, I bury my face against his shoulder to muffle the sound.

He follows seconds later, body shuddering above mine, my name rough against my neck.

He rolls onto his back and pulls me with him.

My head lands on his chest. His heart is pounding. I put two fingers on his pulse point.

“Your heartrate is fast,” I murmur.

“Yeah, no shit, Doc.” He quickly disposes of the condom and I grin as he reaches toward the nightstand and grabs the paper bag.

“You cannot possibly be hungry.”

“I’m always hungry.”

He takes out one truffle, breaks it in half, and offers me a piece.

I eat it from his fingers and moan as it melts in my mouth.

“Good?”

“Very.”

“The chocolate or the sex?”

I consider.

“The chocolate.”

“Liar.”

“Prove it.”

His eyes darken again.