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In moments his remaining clothes were on the floor and he stood over me, well-endowed and at attention.

“Stand up,” he said with that throaty voice I loved. I grinned and did it slowly, turned on by the appreciation in his eyes.

When I reached for my underwear, he stopped me with his hands over mine and shook his head. I pulled my fingers away and he tugged gently at the lacy fabric, sliding his palms down over my ass and giving it a good squeeze. His fingers searched between my legs, prodding at the swollen flesh, and he moaned when he found me wet and ready for him.

With an impatient tug he sent my panties to the floor and picked me up by the waist as I threw my legs around his hips. His erection slid against me, and I trembled with need, but he set me on the couch once again and knelt on the ground before me, holding my knees apart.

“I want you,” I said, in case that wasn’t clear.

“I want you too,” he said. “More than you can imagine. But I’m not ready yet.”

“You look ready to me,” I growled.

He smiled and slid his hands up my thighs.

“Relax and keep these legs open,” he said before he leaned his head down between my thighs.

His mouth did things I didn’t know a mouth could do, and I wriggled on the sofa in response, lifting my bottom off the cushion as I tried to press harder into him. Moans filled my throat as his finger probed at my entrance, sliding inside while his tongue flicked my sensitive flesh, sending me into pure ecstasy. Continuing to explore with his tongue and his mouth, he licked and sucked while thrusting his fingers inside until spasms of bliss had me melting into the cushions. He didn’t let up until he drew every last shudder from me.

“Now I’m ready,” he said, climbing over me and claiming my mouth once again.

I lay back and opened my legs to him. He teased my entrance with his tip as I gripped his shoulders, digging into his skin in an attempt to force him inside me.

My body, so recently sated, was once again filled with frenzied hunger. “Sit up,” I commanded, and he listened, breathing hard, face red with barely controlled passion.

I climbed on top of him, straddling him, and eased myself over him, slowly, taking him all the way inside. He groaned and thrust upward, head thrown back on the cushions as I rode him, increasing my pace until I was bouncing on top of him. With each thrust an explosion of pleasure coursed through me. His hand gripping my hips slipped between our bodies, searching, and I nearly lost control. In a circular motion he worked his thumb, never stopping his upward thrusts. A sound came deep from his chest as I detonated in a climax of pure rapture. He angled upward, nearly sliding off the couch as he too found release.

Together we collapsed onto the sofa in a tangle of limbs, a layer of sweat all that remained between us.

“That was incredible,” I said.

“Definitely,” he agreed. “I don’t know how we are getting out of here, and I know this sounds bad, but I don’t care as long as we can do that while we’re trapped.”

I didn’t say it out loud, but I had to agree.

He leaned in to kiss me again, and my wristcom beeped.

“Hello?” I asked as Mason ran his palms over my thighs.

“Are you in your room?” Dad asked.

I swung my legs over to sit up. “Yes, and the computer won’t let me out,” I said as Mason sighed and began playing with my hair.

“Alyssa told me everything. The damn Bennets have us all locked in our rooms.”

“It’s Mrs. Bennet, Dad. I’m sure of it.” I tried not to gasp as Mason’s hand found my breast, sending renewed tremors down my body. “She’s revoked her kids’ override abilities.”

“Listen, I’ve got Jackson, and I’m on my way to get you out of there. Then we’re going to let everyone else out who might be able to help with this, one room at a time.”

Mason froze. He and I exchanged a glance, and I scrambled for his shirt as he tugged on his jeans. “Oh, uh, okay. How long until—”

The door slid open, revealing my father and brother.