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We stay in silence for a few more minutes, and when she doesn’t continue, I start to get itchy.

She sighs into me, and I feel so helpless.

I need to help her. She wants the assistance, right?

“Can you, uh, come on your own?” I ask, breaking the silence.

She shrugs. “Sometimes. Not really. I usually get in my head.”

“How about this?” I pitch. I move a few inches back from her, but we are still bound together. “You stay here tonight, with me in this bed. I’m going to be a perfect gentleman.” I place both hands up. “But maybe we can practice?”

“Practice?”

“Yes.” I break the contact between us, moving farther away, and I immediately miss her body heat.

“Maybe I can help you out. From over here.” Her eyes are blank, so I continue. “Touch yourself, and I’ll talk you through an orgasm.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Scarlett

“Touch myself?” I squeak out. “You’re going to watch?”

Calvin’s eyes twinkle with delight. “Yup.”

A lump forms in my throat. “Well, that doesn’t seem fair.”

“Well, what would make this fair then, sweetheart?” His voice rumbles low.

“I want to watch you too!” I blurt before I overthink anything.

His eyes light up again, and his voice is rough. “Is that so?”

“Yep.” I bob my head once. “It’s only fair.”

“True,” he says as he pulls his T-shirt over his head with both ‌hands. “And I’m a big fan of fairness.” He waggles his eyebrows at me and then maintains eye contact.

My eyes trail down his bare chest, and it’s a mix of muscle and fat. It’s not your typical super-hot athlete bod, but it’s not a full dad bod either. He’s like a strong teddy bear, and I’m not sure why, but that makes him even hotter in my book.

I would have thought that his large, strong body would intimidate me, especially since he could crush me with his strength. But, knowing the person he is, I feel safe instead. Protected.

He raises and lowers his eyes at me again, and when I stare at him in return, he adds, “Your turn.”

“Oh.” My face heats. I’m part embarrassed, but part excited. It’s been so long, and I’m a little eager to discover, or maybe rediscover, this side of me. “It’s only fair, right?” I throw back at him.

“Uh-huh,” he agrees with a sly smirk. “I’d help, but I’m a gentleman tonight.” He places both palms out toward me to indicate he’s hands off in this.

Right. This is me.

I draw out a breath and reach for the hem of my shirt, then pull it over my head in a quick motion.

I glance down and pray that I have a cute bra on because it’s a fifty-fifty shot, then spy my white lace bra. Meh. It’s not the worst option.

My eyes find his and his breath hitches.

Is that for me?

Cal gets to work on his belt buckle, and then his pants, tossing those aside as well. He’s lying on his side, in tight, black boxer briefs.