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“You were sitting on my face a couple of hours ago. Isn’t it a little late to play coy?”
I glared at him again, standing tall while tying my robe into a tight knot.
Taking a step in my direction, he baited, “You think that’s going to keep me away?”
I stepped back and held my hand out in front of me, halting his descent.
“You can gloat all you want, but you’re never going to see me naked again.”
“I can see you naked anytime I want. All I have to do is close my eyes and fuck my fist to the memory of you riding my cock.”
“Why are you talking to me like this?”
“How would you like me to speak to you, Evie?”
“Not like this. You spent the last … what? Eight years ignoring me? Now I’m supposed to suddenly swoon over you because we casually hooked up? Get over yourself, Caleb. I want nothing to do with you.”
“Darlin’, your pussy contradicts you. It still loves me.”
“There’s a very thin line between love and hate, asshole.”
“I meant everything I said to you last night.”
I jerked back, confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
My response finally got his attention. “You don’t remember?”
“Does it look like I do?”
“What’s the last thing you recall?”
I blinked while hasty images of last night tore through my mind. One right after the other with no end in sight.
His lips slammed onto mine. “Fuck, I missed you…”
My head hit the wall as he slid my panties to the side, rubbing my clit in a back and forth motion.
“Jesus, you’re soaking wet. When was the last time someone touched you, Evie?”
“What?” I moaned, taken aback.
“You heard me, but I’ll elaborate. When’s the last time someone made your sweet cunt come?”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Stop talking.”
He grinned against my mouth. “That long, huh?” To prove his point, he slid two fingers inside of me, going right for my g-spot.
I leaned into his hand, rocking against it. “We’re not having this conversation.”
“Great, seeing as I have no desire other than to make you come down my hand. Give it to me, Evie.”
Faster and faster, I swayed my hips in the opposite direction of his skilled fingers.
“Let me love you, darlin’.”
My eyes shot open. “What?”
“Did I stutter?”
