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“I never would have hurt her. I never touched that girl.”
“I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t there. But it never stopped you before.”
“That was before! Before I met her—” My voice cracks before I end that sentence. “She’s gone.”
“Leave her be, man. She’s better off.”
“Go fuck yourself. I want you out.”
“Be gone by lunch. . .”
***
Callie
Three days later. . .
“You know, I could get used to this.”
Easton cocks his head back, catching my silly dance and grinning. “What’s that?”
“This life. Wake up and have glorious hot sex. Get hand fed by my ridiculously hot boyfriend”—I emphasize the boyfriend part—“and work on the cabin.”
His laughter is my drug.
“You enjoy fixing the cabin up?”
“Yeah.” I shrug. “I like being productive. And being with you. Plus, I get a ride to the cliff if I do a good job. That’s probably my favorite part of the day.”
He wipes his hands on his work towel and stands. “That’s your favorite part of the day,” he questions, slowly prowling toward me. I know now to put the brush down when he gets like this, or I’ll ruin another shirt.
“Why the glum face? Thought you’d like that,” I rasp and step back. His eyes darken, and I know I’m in for it. A burst of arousal heats my core, and I suck in my bottom lip.
“Get that fucking lip out of your mouth, babe.”
“Or what?”
His frown turns into a breathtaking smile, and nervousness skitters through me. “Should I have said when I’m sucking your cock?”
He lets off a dark chuckle, snatching me and pulling me to him. His breath tickles my flesh, and he whispers, “Your favorite part of the day should always be when I’m fucking you. Wanna hearmyfavorite part of the day?”
If I had on panties, they would be soaked. “Yes,” I breathe.
He drags his hand down my belly, under his shirt, and sinks a finger in my tight cunt. “It’s when you’re moaning my name.” He pulls out lazily, pushing in a second. “It’s when you’re begging for more of this.” Over and over, with a slowness that’s complete torture, he fucks me with his hand. I reach out and hold onto his shoulder to stay upright. He hooks his fingers and presses against my clit, and I cry, his name falling off my tongue. “And my most favorite part is when you come for me. And only me.”
A burst of sensation surges up my spine, and he plunges three fingers past my swollen heat. He’s suddenly fast and deliberate, knowing exactly how to make me shatter. “Fuck, Easton,” I moan, my eyes falling closed as my body spasms through my orgasm.
“Yeah. This is definitely the favorite part of my day.”
I’m still clutching his shoulders as I come down. He pulls his fingers from my quivering sex, placing them on his lips. “Nothing can be any sweeter.” Then he sucks off my arousal.
“Okay, fine. You’re right. My favorite part of the day is working.”
“Watch it. That was just a preview of what I’ll make you do to get the answer I want.”
I wiggle my brows at him. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”
“God, you’re maddening.” He drops a kiss on my lips. “And I love every fucking thing about you.” I melt into him. My friends are seriously never going to let me live this one down. “Okay, enough work. Let’s get you fed.”
