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I shake my head at her backtalk, then hold my breath as she pushes me away from her and into the room, then spins from me, pulling her wet t-shirt over her head. It hits the ground with a slop. “You'd better catch up, cowboy.”

I struggle to pull my shirt off, and before I can get to my jeans, she’s on me again. Her tongue teases my lips, and her citrus scent surrounds me. Her hands work the buttons on my jeans, and when she yanks them down my thighs and drops in front of me, I say, “You really are all sunshine, aren’t you?”

“And you’re the fucking storm. Now take these pants off, Mr. Callahan. You’ve teased me enough.”

My eyes widen at her outburst. “I love it when you call me that.”

“Oh yeah? I'll keep it in mind.” She smiles as she watches me kick my shoes and pull the jeans off as fast as I can, leaving me standing in my boxers. She crawls closer, her fingers dipping into my waistband, and my stomach contracts. She looks up, running her hand over the scrapes from my last ride.

“How’s it feel?”

“Just a little scrape.”

“Mhm. I knew you’d say that.” She reaches for me, but I pull her to her feet and kiss her slowly.

“We don’t have to do this,” I say against her lips.

“Are you saying you don’t want to?”

“Fuck no, I’m not saying that.” We laugh. “But, it seems like, well…”

“Spit it out, cowboy.”

I shake my head, trying to gather my thoughts. “We haven’t had a conversation where we aren’t sniping at each other since you got here. And now I’m almost naked in your room. I guess I just don’t want you to think I’m that guy, you know?”

She pushes me to the bed, and I fall on it. “Oh, I definitely think you’re that guy. But, Colt, I wouldn't have locked you in if I didn’t want you here.” She winks and steps back from me, tugging her wet jeans completely off. She stands in front of me unashamed in a black lace bra and panty set. I know she’s letting my eyes linger on her; she wants me to see her. After she lets me have my fill, she crawls over me, straddling my waist. My arms instinctively wrap around her.

“So you’re seducing me?”

“I’m trying, but for once, you won’t shut up.” She bites at my bottom lip, and I give her a spank. She yelps, and then we both freeze, eyes wide as we stare at each other.

“I’m sorry, I–”

“Do it again.”

“What?”

“Do it again, Colt. Spank me.”

I bite at my bottom lip, trying to hold the smirk at bay, but it’s of no use. “I shouldn’t be surprised by you, sunshine. You’re the realest fucking woman I’ve ever come across.” I give her a hard spank. “And I think that’s dangerous for both of us.”

We kiss, and she grinds herself against my cock. My hands roam over her ass, kneading and massaging, and all the while she never stops the slow rhythm she’s building on me. She kneels above me, perfect tits on display, and I run my finger along the lace outline.

“How’s the knee?”

“Amazing.”

She laughs. “I’m serious, I'm not hurting you, right?”

“The last thing you’re doing is hurting me.” I run my hands up and down her thighs, her skin soft under my rough hands. I nod to her. “Show me. I know you've been dying to since you first dropped in front of me after my ride.”

She laughs and shakes her tits above me. I reach for her, and she slaps my hand away. She continues to touch herself, pinching her nipples through the lacy fabric, getting low in my face, dragging her tits across my chest. Then she sits up and reaches behind her, undoing the clip and letting her full breasts out as she tosses her bra to the floor.

“Well, fuck me, sunshine. You are as perfect as I imagined.” She leans in close, just enough for me to stick my tongue out and play with her nipple before she climbs off me, sliding down my legs and draping herself across my waist.

She taps my thigh, and I lift up so she can pull my boxers off. And in one swift motion as she slides them down my legs, she's already taking me in her mouth. My hips jerk up with a groan, and I hit the back of her throat. The sound tears out of me when she doesn’t even flinch—she just keeps working me, faster, then slower, sucking with every downward stroke.

“Lily, it’s been too long, and you feel too good.”