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He teased my ear with his nose. “Fifty million times better.”
Not one to be bested, I had to retort, “A trillion times.”
“Infinity,” he countered.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I burrowed my face into his neck. “Infinity times two.”
With that, I pretty much just passed out underneath him, falling into a deep, peaceful stupor.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
We woke some time later to my phone announcing an incoming text. Mason swung out an arm and grabbed it off the nightstand to pass to me.
It was from Eva. His Jeep is in the driveway again. That gigolo better treat you right.
This EX gigolo is treating me better than all right, I returned and gave the phone back to him to replace on the nightstand.
“What was that about?” he asked with his sleepy, sexy voice.
“Nothing.” I curled into his warm side and ran my fingernails lightly over his chest. “I was just bragging a little to Eva.”
My phone chimed again. I began to lean over him to retrieve it, but Mason caught my waist, halting me. “Don’t you dare stop touching me like that. I’ll get it.”
Sighing contentedly, I caressed him a little lower. He groaned out his approval as he opened my text. “She said you’re a lucky bitch.”
I smiled, and a little something-something under my stroking fingers grew into a rather large something-something. “Why, yes. Yes I am.”
He cursed and hooked an arm around my waist to tug me on top of him. This time around, I straddled his lap and did a little cardio exercise. Mason was even kind enough to show me how the backward cowgirl position worked. Bless his soul.
After round two, we took another nap. When we woke again, food became a little more important. I knew I didn’t have much in my cabinets, but we went to investigate the kitchen anyway.
As I commanded him to stay seated at the table, I scurried around to collect all the breakfast friendly food I had.
From his seat, he took a drink of the OJ I’d gotten him and sighed, refreshed, as his gaze followed every move I made. “I finally know why a guy likes it so much when his girl wears nothing but his shirt around.”
“Why?” I asked and wiggled in his shirt so the hem would ride higher up my thigh. “Easy access?”
“Well, that too.” Eyes glittering with sensual awareness, Mason watched me open the fridge and pull out a couple of jars. “But I think it’s like marking his territory. He knows just how much she’s his when she’s wearing his property.”
I paused and lifted a non-impressed eyebrow. “Marking his territory?” God, he really was a guy, wasn’t he? “So…I’m like a car tire you feel the need to pee on?”
His grin grew wolfish. “Peeing on you isn’t quite what I had in mind.”
I wrinkled my nose and stuck out my tongue.
He laughed and crooked his finger, beckoning me closer.
Unable to deny him, I drifted within his reach. “So, here are your choices for breakfast.” I set a jar of strawberry preserves on the table next to the loaf of bread and box of cereal I’d already gotten out.
He didn’t look at the food. His gaze wandered to the bare skin on my thighs where his T-shirt ended. “I know exactly what I want for breakfast.”
I snorted. “My God. Let a guy rock your world two times and he turns into a horny perv.”
“Hey, I was a horny perv before.” Snaking out his hands to grasp my hips, he swung me into his lap where I landed on his arousal pressing against his boxer briefs. “And you have no idea how hard it was for me to hide all the horny, perverted thoughts I had every time I was around you.”
Licking my lips, I tilted my head back, letting my hair tumble down my back as I rocked against his erection. “Oh, trust me. I’m getting a pretty good idea just how hard it was.”
He chuckled and kissed my throat. With a sigh, I sifted my hands through his hair and drifted languidly under the stroke of his expert mouth. He worked his way down until he met the collar of my shirt. With an irritated mutter, he gathered it up in his hands and ripped it over my head, tossing it aside.
