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“I-I don’t know,” she says happily. “That was…I’ve never…Thank you.”

I can’t help but chuckle. “You’re more than welcome, darlin’. Come here.”

Sinking my fingers into her hair, I kiss her again as I desperately try to ignore the situation in my pants.

Easier said than done when I’ve just watched the hottest thing ever.

She kisses me like I’m the most amazing human on the planet, and who am I to stop her?

The situation south of my waist only gets worse as our kiss heats up, and reluctantly, I lift her off my lap and lay her on the couch beside me, moving with her so I don’t have to break our kiss until the last minute.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I say as I stand to full height beside her.

Her eyes instantly lock on the unmistakable bulge that’s just above her eyeline, and I cringe.

“I’ll be right back,” I say in a rush before darting toward her bedroom and through to her attached bathroom.

I have my waistband undone and my pants around my hips in record time. My cock is thick, the head angry and covered in precum.

The second I wrap my hand around myself, I groan. I’m so fucking desperate, I don’t even register the volume.

I work myself hard and fast. There’s no teasing, no time wasting, I just need the relief, and it starts to build faster than I’ve ever known as I think about the woman I just left lying on the couch.

My balls are starting to draw up when fire races down one side of my body.

I squeeze my eyes closed, embarrassment burning my cheeks, but it’s too late to do anything like reach out and shut the door. Instead, I lose myself in the moment, hoping like hell she’s enjoying it as much as I am.

It only takes another thirty seconds before tingles erupt at the base of my spine.

“Fuck. Sienna, fuck.” I groan, spilling everything I have on her bathroom floor, my heart like a runaway train in my chest.

It takes me a good few seconds to recover and then clean up my mess. But the second I turn toward the door, there she is, watching with wide eyes and parted lips.

Talk about being caught red-handed.

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SIENNA

Fuck porn. That’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

My body is on fire as I stand motionless, staring at Calvin as he rights his clothing.

I knew what we were doing was affecting him. He might not have been wearing sweatpants, but it was more than obvious what was happening south of his waistband.

I wanted to call out and stop him the second he retreated from the couch, but old fears stopped the words from coming out.

He’d just made me feel so good, better than anyone before, and I was desperate to return the favor.

But he’s right. We need to take this slowly. One step at a time.

Standing here now, though, my hands curled into fists, I couldn’t help wishing that I was braver so I could have gotten an even better view of the moment he fell apart.

From a distance, it was incredible. I can’t imagine what it would have been like to be closer and know he was falling apart because of me.

I mean to move, to rush back to the living room before he turns and realizes that he had an audience for what should have been a very private moment.

But my feet are rooted to the spot, and before I know it, he’s cleaned up, and he’s turning toward me.