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I grab him and yank him close, tasting his mouth with long sweeps of my tongue. “You already know I do,” I grunt out with an eyeroll. “But you don’t have to be so smug about it.”

He chuckles to himself as he eases back to roll on the condom. Then he’s draping my leg over his shoulder. And I’m staring up at the concentrated look on his face as he positions his cock at my entrance.

He breaches me. The world stops.

“Oh my god,” I whimper helplessly as he sinks inside me, sending my eyes rolling back into my head.

“Fuck, Karli,” he groans.

Slowly, he begins to move.

Each stroke is deep, thorough, probing. And my hips start working on their own, riding him as he rides me. The way our bodies move in sync its like some sort of cosmic choreography. We communicate without words. He knows exactly what spots to kiss and I know exactly where he needs to be touched and I can’t find a logical explanation for why every movement falls so perfectly into place.

Together, we build up toward the peak.

Mason’s thumb glides smoothly over my clit. “I don’t think I can hold back much longer, Karli.”

“I’m so close.” I throw my head back against the pillows. “I’m so fucking close.”

When I say that, Mason abruptly flips me onto my stomach and plucks my clit between his fingers again and again in an unpredictable rhythm.

Soon, my body can’t take anymore. I hear myself mewling. “I’m about to come.”

His lips come to my ear, warm breath tickling my neck and provoking goosebumps. “Then, come for me.”

And off I go, tumbling headfirst down the rabbit hole.

I start quaking and tremoring as the orgasm washes through me. The sensation races up my spine and explodes behind my eyes like a fireworks. I glance over my shoulder and see Mason goes tense, his face upturned to the ceiling. His cock is throbbing inside me as he releases again.

It’s chaotic and it’s loud and it’s messy. And it’s exactly what we both need right now.

Then we’re a pile of sweaty limbs, entwined in the sheets, trying to recover. I burrow my cheek against Mason’s chest and I let the hammering of his heart guide me back to earth.

But Mason’s barely pulled out of my opening, when he rolls away from me and sits up, moving over to the edge of the bed. I’m still in bliss, ready to fall asleep in his sweaty sheets, but something about his posture has me blinking wide awake.

I frown in confusion as I watch Mason drop his head into his hands.

“Is your headache back?” I ask, worried, my hand sliding up his back and over his shoulders.

He lets out a heavy breath. “No. But Karli, we definitely can’t do that again. Even though it felt fucking incredible, even though we both wanted it so much…I...I really don’t want to keep betraying Felix’s trust. I don’t want to cause any trouble between you and your brothers and I really don’t want to lose my job.” He turns to look over his shoulder at me. “You understand, right?”

“Right. Of course,” I croak, already climbing out of his bed and trying to find my missing clothes.

“Karli…” he calls after me as I stumble around the room, embarrassed, humiliated.

But I put on my mask, trying to act strong, trying to act unaffected, even though, deep down, I feel nothing but stone cold rejection. I know he’s right about everything but it still hurts.

He gets up, coming toward me. “Karli…”

I hold out a hand to stop him. “All just for the science, right?” I joke, and amble toward the door.

I hear Mason mutter after me. “Yeah…science…”

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“…So basically, that’s why I won’t be able to stay too late tonight,” Layla explains, checking her phone again for any missed messages.

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