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I push him back.

He sits on the edge of the bed and looks up at me.

I’m standing between his knees. His mouth curves as I pull my shirt over my head.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

I feel the compliment settle somewhere warm and low in my stomach, and I decide I don’t want to be standing anymore. I push him backwards.

Cal catches himself on his elbows, grinning up at me with that particular look that means he’s about to say something he shouldn’t.

“Going somewhere, Doc?”

“Shut up.”

I climb over him, one knee on either side of his hips, and his grin widens.

“Oh.”

“Still talking.”

“I notice.”

His hands find my waist as I settle over him, and the sound he makes when my weight presses down is enough to make my thighs tighten. I feel him against me through his jeans, hard already.

“Missed this,” he says, voice rough.

“Missed what?”

“This.” His hands slide up my sides, thumbs tracing the underside of my bra. “You. On top of me. Looking at me like you want to eat me.”

I lean down and kiss him, and his hands move to my back, unhooking my bra with a practiced ease that makes me laugh against his mouth.

“Show-off.”

“I am a man of many, many talents.” His eyes twinkle as he tugs the bra straps down my arms and tosses it somewhere behind him. Then his hands are on my bare skin, and I can’t think anymore.

I let him pull me down against him, skin against skin, and the sound he makes when my breasts press against his chest goes straight through me. His mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing the tendon, and I arch into him.

I push myself up, sitting back on his hips, and his hands settle on my thighs.

I roll my hips once, slowly, and watch his jaw tighten.

I laugh, and he flips me over.

“You’ve had your turn. Time for me to take control.”

Oh.

Chapter Fifty-Two

Bea

One second, I’m on top of him, and the next, the world tilts and I’m on my back with him above me, one hand braced beside my head, the other still on my thigh. His hair falls forward.

“Cheat,” I say.

“Absolutely.”