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She pancaked to the bed with him on her back. Both of them sweaty, hot and winded. As if they’d run a marathon. “I won.”
“Yeah? Me too.” He kissed her neck before making a quick trip to the bathroom, wherever that was, then laughing when he reentered the room. “You haven’t moved.”
“Can’t. I think I’ve become one with your bed.”
“So you’ll be right here waiting for me when I get home from work later? Because I’m good with that scenario.” He pulled his clothes on and gave her ass a playful smack. “Five minutes left for sandwiches. I have ham or peanut butter.”
Yes, she ate simple sandwiches all the time. But they reminded her of lunchbox duty. That she was a mom with responsibilities, not some carefree single who could slip off to have a super-hot romp anytime she wanted.
“Babe?” Mason waited half in and half out the doorway.
“Oh. Neither, thanks.”
“I’d make you something better if I didn’t have appointments this afternoon.”
“I know. Go feed yourself. I’ll be out in a minute so we can get back.” She forced a smile until he left, then buried her face in his comforter to muffle her sigh and groan. God, he was too good to be true. Why couldn’t he be a few years older, or prematurely graying, at least?
“You okay?”
Andie’s head snapped up to find him leaning against the doorframe, watching. But for how long? “I’m great.” Mostly, sort of. She stood and dressed, one scattered piece of clothing at a time. “If you don’t hustle that fine behind, you won’t have time to eat.”
Mason didn’t move. “Fuck the sandwich.”
“That’d be kind of messy, especially if it was peanut butter. Though I do like the idea of licking it off you afterward.”
His lips twitched with a hint of smile. Good. They didn’t have time for a serious conversation. Even if they did, talking about her issues wasn’t on her agenda. She squeezed beside him, putting her hands on his chest. The muscles flexed under her palms. Just like that, she wanted to strip him down again. Run her hands over every inch of his fantastic body. For starters.
“We need to leave this room. Now, or you’re going to have some upset clients this afternoon. You might have to call in.”
His smile grew, spreading to his eyes. “I have a pretty solid work ethic. I’m rarely late and I’m never sick.”
“It sounds like you’re challenging me to corrupt you, Dr. Lang.” She let her hands slide down to cup his cock and leaned into him.
He moved fast, his body pinning hers to the door, his firm grip keeping her wrists above her head. Proof that she couldn’t make him to do anything. Exactly the opposite, the control was all his. And sweet heaven, did she want him to use it.
“Babe, the look on your face.”
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. Felt her cheeks heat up.
“Me holding you this way…” He stretched her arms higher, his eyes locked on hers while he did. “It turns you on.”
She wasn’t ashamed of her sexual fantasies. Not this one, not any. The best way to find out whether he felt the same was to lay it out there. With Scott, anytime and every time she’d suggested something other than the basics in the bedroom, her then-husband had either looked disinterested, disgusted, or he’d disappeared altogether. Sometimes all three in succession. Mason’s reaction couldn’t be any worse. She took a breath and crossed the fingers held high overhead.
“If you wanted to…restrain me, or…” Nervousness stole the moisture from her mouth, turning her voice into a throaty whisper. “Or do…other things, I’d…”
“You’d what?” Evidence of his interest pressed against her belly. His mouth moved closer to hers, close enough to kiss her. But he didn’t. “You’d let me? If I tied your hands while I fucked you, or spanked your pretty ass until it turned pink, you’d let me?”
“It’s not that I’d let you. I want you to. I want to do…everything…with you.”
“Fuck.” He muttered the curse as his lips sealed over hers.
Every time Mason kissed her, Andie expected her skin to burst into flames. This kiss, though, could set off fire alarms for blocks.
His tongue teased in and out of her mouth. She tried to capture it and he backed off until his lips barely touched hers. He nipped and retreated, plundered and withdrew, torturing her with kisses she wanted desperately to return, but couldn’t. Impossible with her arms taut overhead and pinned to the door by a six-two wall of muscle. But then, that was the point, what she’d fantasized about for so long. Not having to provide her own pleasure. Not being able to.
Mason’s phone buzzed in his pocket. “Shit, I have to go, I’m already late.” He dipped his head for another kiss. Longer, deeper. He released her wrists but kept his palms on the wood with his forehead pressed to hers. “I should let you corrupt me, ’cause the only place I want to be this afternoon is here with you.”
There it was again. The sexy sweetness that made her heart flip and her panties wet at the same time. God, she was so gone for him already, it was scary. And thrilling. They’d shared more passion in four days than she’d experienced in all her years with Scott, even in the beginning. Maybe if she’d fallen in love with a man like Mason instead, she’d still be married today.
