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but Neal remains on his feet.
    His tie comes undone, thick fingers twisting the expensive fabric up and through the loop, before he discards it on my floor. He pops open the first two buttons of his shirt, a sliver of tanned skin peeking through. I need to taste him, to lick from the line of his jaw to his collarbone.
    I reach for his shirt but Neal slaps my hand away with a grin.
    “Relax,” he says, lowering to his knees.
    Pushed to my elbows, I watch him kneel between my legs, his hands sliding up my calves, a pleasant tingling spreading from his fingertips, to my thighs, to the space between my legs. His eyes grow dark as his fingers push beneath my dress. The fabric catches on his watch as he pushes it to my waist, revealing my pair of panties. Red and lacy, the sort you wear when you’re hoping to get fucked.
    Neal lifts his head and smirks. “Lay back,” he says.
    My head sinks into the mattress as his hands find my thighs. Palms spreading across pale skin. His knees shift against the floor, fingertips digging into my flesh as his nose presses against me. A small moan builds in the pit of my stomach, flowing out of me like a breath.
    He tilts his head, lips brushing across the fabric, the friction creating a warm pulsating heat that spreads down to my toes.
    My hips squirm against the mattress as his mouth increases the pressure, lips opening and closing, massaging my growing clit. My back arches off the mattress, one hand twisting in my sheets, the other grabbing his hair.
    A thin layer of gel coats my fingers as they tangle in the dark strands. His tongue slides between his lips, the wet muscle lapping at the fabric of my underwear. I push my hips down, silently begging for more friction, more pressure, but Neal’s intent on soaking my panties.
    My hips push up from the mattress, pressing against his mouth. If he won’t give me the pressure I want, I’ll give it to myself.
    His tongue hooks upward and flicks against my clit. A string of moans pass through my lips as I rock my hips against him, a rhythm building up to get me off.
    Neal pins my hips against the mattress, stopping me from rutting against him. A small but embarrassing whine passes my lips and I have the decency to blush, from the tips of my ears to the back of my knees.
    Neal chuckles, his lidded eyes focused between my legs, one hand lifting from my hip, hooking into the band of my underwear, pushing them past my thighs and to my knees.
    My signature scent fills the room as he stands and undoes his belt and pants, pushing them past his hips. My legs spread open as he presses himself against my body, our chests brushing against one another, his hand pulling his cock from his boxers. With one arm on the mattress, steadying him, he implants his lips against mine as he lines himself up and pushes inside.
    Oh . The sound flies past my lips. Neal swallows it, the single syllable sliding down his throat as his cock fills me up.
    My legs wrap around his waist, locking at the ankles. My hands claw at his shoulders, curling inward as he fucks me.
    “Harder,” I say barely above a whisper, a ghost that slides across his lips.
    His fingers entangle in my hair as he pistons his hips harder. “Like this?” he says, slamming into me.
    “Yeah, just like that.”
    He fucks me until our bodies rock the mattress, the headboard beating against the wall, the springs creaking beneath us. Chris and Ashleigh can probably hear us but I don’t care, not with the orgasm building in the pit of my stomach like a volcano. An eruption waiting to happen, every thrust sending me closer to the edge.
    “Caitlin,” Neal says, burying his head into my neck, his mouth scratching against my skin.
    “ Yes ,” I moan, gripping his shoulders harder.
    “I’m close,” he groans.
    I open my legs a little wider, taking him in more. He hooks his hips and hits that spot inside of me, a burst of warmth spreading across my stomach.
    “I’m gonna come,” I say.
    A guttural moan