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His hand slid down to cup her sex, one finger testing and teasing. “How’s this for a wakeup call?”
“Even better.”
“Yeah? Let’s try the third option.”
She pouted audibly when he rolled away, making him chuckle. The nightstand drawer opened and closed. For a condom, obviously.
They’d been vigilant since that one time. That one, mind-blowingly wonderful time when he moved inside her, skin-to-skin. The sheets crinkled as he slid between them again. His cock nestled against her ass. Her hips angled toward him involuntarily, a magnet to his steel. Awake less than five minutes and she was more than ready for him.
“Wake up, beautiful.” He breathed the words in her ear as he wrapped one arm over top of her. Low buzzing followed a soft click and his hand settled between her legs once more, this time with an accessory.
“Oh…I like option number three.” She didn’t need to see it to know what he’d chosen from her toy box. The curved, black unit had been her go-to favorite for a long time, with good reason. Perfect fit against her clit, perfect amount of vibrations. Mason holding it against her body just made it more so. He found her hot spot easily. Slid the magic little machine into place and maneuvered it like a pro, immediately taking her to the edge. “Somebody’s been…oh, right there…taking notes…”
“Am I teacher’s pet?”
“Yes…” Little bursts of color flashed behind her eyelids. Sweat dampened her skin, yet goose bumps struck out all over. The need to come tugged urgently at her clit. Almost there…the edge was so close and she desperately wanted to dive over. “Inside me.Now.”
Fuck her right then he did, in one slick stroke.
“Sweet motherfucking Jesus.”
He barely moved, but it didn’t matter. The size of him, seated deep inside her—filling her, hitting that spot inside while he rocked the vibe back and forth across her hungry clit—was enough.
“Oh, god, that.That…” A swirling, tightening explosion hit inside and out.
Merciless with the vibe, Mason held it against her body, forcing a second shuddering orgasm from her sensitive clit, leaving her squirming and barely able to catch her breath. He growled a mixture of curses and endearments while pushing deeper inside for his own release.
She grumbled softly when he pulled out soon after. Damn condoms. Watching him cross the room, though, not a bad thing. Honestly, he had the finest male butt she’d ever seen. Sure, she hadn’t seen many up close and for real, but she’d seen plenty in the sexy videos she liked to watch. Mason’s backside beat them all, hands down.
“Mmm…I want to go back to sleep, so you can give me that wakeup call again.”
“In that case, I’ll go throw back a few energy drinks while I make breakfast.”
“You spoil me. And you’ve got the best ass.”
“Back at you, babe. On both counts.”
She burrowed into the down pillows and warm sheets that smelled of Mason and sex. Spending a lazy Sunday in this bed with her now-official boyfriend—that was a plan she was on board with.
Her cell buzzed on the nightstand. Then buzzed again. A call, not a text or an email notification. At this time of day it could be only one of two people. She dragged herself to the edge of the bed and grabbed the phone. Scott’s cell number lit the display, but please, please, let it be Dylan’s voice on the other end of the call.
No such luck.
“I got your email,” Scott said, skipping the basic courtesies of hello, and so on.
“Good to know.”
“I think you’re rushing things, And.”
She grimaced at the shortening of her name. Bit her tongue and waited for the rest of the speech he’d likely practiced multiple times before making this call.
“Introducing our son to some man you’re dating will force Dylan to give up hope of reconciliation for his family.”
And there it was…the truth, veiled as concerned parenting. “Scott, we’re legally divorced. We’ve been apart for two years. Dylan’s old enough to understand what that means…he isn’t pining for us to get back together.” She squeezed her eyes shut and tried for her kindest, most understanding voice. “You should stop waiting for that too.”
Scott’s end of the line stayed silent long enough that shealmostasked if he was still there. But this was Scott, a man who used silence to its calculated effect on a daily basis. Not on her, though. Not anymore.
“We’re cutting the cottage visit short,” Scott said after enough time had passed to dry a coat of paint. “There are important cases requiring my attention at the office, so I’ll be dropping Dylan at the house on Wednesday afternoon. Tell Mr. Lang I’ll be contacting him directly once I’m back in town.” Then it was dead air.
