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The words spur me onward, hammering into her until I’m ready to break myself. Then I pull out.

“Mason?” she questions, concern in her eyes.

“Not done with you. Not even close.” I flip her to her stomach and then tug her hips upward. I don’t ask if she’s ever done it like this. I don’t care who was first. I just want to make a lasting impression upon her now.

I slam into her, and she squeaks, fingers twisting in the blanket beneath her. On her knees, her arms stretch before her, and I rock back and forth, enthralled by her position, enraptured by her willingness.

“Do you like this?”

“I love it,” she moans.

“Touch yourself.”

She hesitates as I pummel in and out. Then her fingers are stroking her clit, and occasionally brushing against me as I move within her. The sensation is unreal, and I call out her name as I still inside her and break loose.

Anna groans as well, losing herself around me as we come together like a perfectly timed dance.

Or a long overdue moment.

I’ve never wanted anyone the way I’ve wanted this woman.

And I know I’m never going to want someone else after this night.

Chapter 39

4 Months Ago

May

Turning 43

[Anna]

With our skin clammy from the exertion and the chill of the sun setting, Mason slips free from me after minutes of deep breathing and soft kisses.

“We should jump in the lake to clean up.” Mason collapses to his side beside me then falls to his back, hand flattened on his chest.

“I didn’t bring a suit.” I’m still on my belly, heart hammering, thoughts racing.

I just had sex with Mason Becker.

And I liked it. I liked it so much.

“Does it really matter?” His head rolls to face me and a boyish grin curls his lips. He looks lighter, happier even, than I’ve ever seen him. Mason is good looking on an average day but after sex, he’s nearly blindingly handsome.

Softly, my lips lift, understanding what he’s saying. He was just inside my body. Not to mention, we just made love on the deck of a boat where anyone venturing into this cove could see us.

Do I need a suit to cover myself? “I guess not.” I lick my lips and admit, “I’ve never been skinny dipping, though.”

“Really?” Mason shifts to his side, his entire body facing me. Without a thought, he removes the condom, then sits up to slip it back into the foil packet.

“Good girl, remember?” I joke about myself when he falls back to his side. Ben and I did spontaneous things, but we were never that spontaneous.

“Then let’s go.” Mason sits up again and slaps my backside, before hopping up to stand in all his naked glory. Me, I take my time to roll over, dismissing a little ache down low and the pressure from being on my knees.

Did we really do what we did? That wasn’t a dream?

As I press myself upward, Mason holds out a hand. When I place my fingers in his palm, he tugs me the rest of the way. The force he uses, pulls me against his body and skin slaps skin.