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And there, tucked neatly beside them, is an old friend.

I pause.

Bea sees exactly what I’m looking at.

“No.”

I pick up the little pink rabbit.

“Hello again.”

“Oh my God.” She covers her face. “Do not talk to it.”

“We’ve met.”

“Put it down.”

“Bit rude. We have history.”

“Cal.”

I’m grinning now. I can’t help it.

“You told me you don’t use this.”

“I don’t. Not often.”

I look at the vibrator and pout.

“That’s got to be devastating for him.”

She makes a strangled sound and grabs for it. I hold it just out of reach.

“You are such an asshole.”

“You kissed me the last time I mentioned it.”

“That was to make you shut up.”

“Very effective strategy.”

That earns me a shove to the shoulder, but she’s smiling when I reach for the condom.

When I return to her, she’s biting her bottom lip.

She opens her legs for me, looking directly at me as I push inside her.

I have to stop for a second. She feels too good. Tight and warm around me, her heels pressing into the backs of my thighs as if she wants every inch. If I don’t pause for a second, I’m going to come instantly.

I control my dick. Not yet, buddy.

Bea meets every thrust, fingers digging into my shoulders, her body completely sure of mine. I bury my face against her neck and breathe her in, trying not to think about how right this feels.

I drive into her harder, losing whatever rhythm I had as the pressure builds low and sharp. Bea’s legs tighten around me, keeping me close, and I lift my head to look at her.

Her cheeks are flushed. Lips parted. Dark eyes fixed on mine.

Fuck.