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When my fingers reach the warmth between her legs through the denim of her jeans, she grips the armrest beside her. I hear her soft, restrained gasp.

I take her hand and guide it to my growing length beneath my pants. She looks up at me through her lashes and bites her lip, her dark brown eyes pleading. She wraps her fingers around me through the fabric, and my hips instinctively respond to her movements. I undo the button of her jeans and slide my hand inside, dipping my fingers beneath the elastic of her panties.

Watching her struggle to stay quiet only makes me want to push her further.

The movie blares loudly, the audience transfixed by the screen. No one is paying attention to us. But I can’t take my eyes off her.

She keeps her gaze forward, pretending to watch, while she reaches over and slowly unzips my pants, pulling my dick free.

Fuck.

There’s something about the risk. About being caught. It sends a pulse of heat straight through me. I withdraw my fingers from her and bring them to my mouth, tasting her slowly.

Fucking heaven.

She’s warm. So warm. Her scent rises, subtle and intoxicating, delicate but unmistakable. I grab the back of her neck and pull her into a rough kiss. She meets me immediately, just as hungry, her mouth opening for mine without hesitation.

Her hand keeps working me, the slow strokes gradually becoming faster, firmer. She breaks eye contact with me and gently pushes my head so I am facing the movie. I glance at the screen just as the couple begins fucking aggressively, and at the same time I feel her mouth wrap around my cock. My hips jerk forward before I can stop them.

Goddamn.

The contrast is unreal—the flashing bodies on screen, the risk of being seen, and her mouth moving on me beneath it all. It’s too much.

She takes me deeper, her tongue sliding over the head with maddening precision. I feel myself building fast. She pulls back, her hands replacing her mouth, stroking me with quick, practiced motions as she watches the screen like nothing is happening.

“Fuck, Calli… I’m gonna—”

She drops her head again, taking as much of me into her mouth as she can manage, and it absolutely destroys me. I feel myself spill into her mouth. Her throat tightening, the muscles fighting my size. The way she gags on me only pulls it from me harder. I grip her hair, my head falling back as I fight to stay silent. My chest caves in with breathless restraint.

Calli sits up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, smiling at me like she just won something.

I let out a dry, quiet laugh—completely in awe of her.

She settles back into her seat. Her eyes look forward as she sits, watching the movie, lacing her fingers through mine as if nothing just happened.

I think I like the movies.

CHAPTER 20 CADE

None of this is how I would’ve chosen for it to go, but Calli is safe right now. That’s all that matters.

After packing the essentials, I make my way to Jack’s room and knock on the door. There’s no answer, so I let myself in.

“Jack?” Still nothing. Maybe he’s smoking on the front porch.

I walk out the front door and smell it immediately. A disgustingly comforting smell that I’ve grown accustomed to over the years. As I approach him slowly, he looks up at me, questioning my presence. I scan his face and notice his hair is disheveled and his shirt has been stretched out.

“What happened to you?” I ask, my face twisted in concern.

“Just woke up from a nap.”

Clearly he doesn’t want to talk about it.

“Once I get the information from Ben, it’s time for us to move.”

Jack takes a puff of his cigarette and leans his head back as he slowly exhales.

“Got those, we’re just waiting on their numbers and security access.”