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His hand settled on her cheek and pushed her hair back. He wrapped his hand around it like a ponytail, but he didn't force her head down. She looked up at him through heavy lashes then wrapped her mouth around the tip.
His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes grew darker. It was like he was waiting on the precipice. She had all the control, and it was a heady sensation. She wouldn't mind having this control over him, making him so blind with desire that he could do nothing on his own. She had him in the palm of her hand. He wanted to be the master, but in this moment, she was.
She slowly took him deeper.
"God yes, Lucy. Just like that. Choke on that dick like a good little girl."
Lucy's own breathing went ragged to hear him talk dirty. It made her pussy pulse with desire.
"Wrap the other hand around my balls. Tug on them like this." He took her hand and showed her how he liked it. Her other hand still on his shaft, she set up a steady motion.
He threw his head back and closed his eyes with a groan. "God, yes, just like that. Fucking hell, little bird, suck that dick. I want to cum in your mouth."
She moaned and rocked forward, taking him deeper. Her gag reflex triggered, and she jerked herself up, gasping for air.
"That's it. I love it when you gag on me, bird. I just want to grab your head and slam your little mouth down on my cock."
She moaned and did it anyway. His hand holding her hair nudged her, but he didn't force her. No, he was talking her through it, using his words to get exactly what he wanted. She gagged as she slammed her own mouth down so hard she choked.
And she loved it. It made her feel powerful but also at his mercy. She wanted to please him, but in doing so, she was more turned on than she'd ever been.
His hips began to thrust as he growled. Her tongue glided over his shaft in deep strokes as she sucked. She tugged on his balls, and his back bowed as his balls tightened.
He roared and came in a rush of hot cream. It surprised her as it hit the back of her throat. He flooded her mouth and held her mouth deep. Each spurt sent more into her mouth until she choked and pushed herself off.
She fell to the floor of the shower as he grabbed his cock. He jerked his hand. White still spewed out of the tip, and she watched, fascinated as it landed on her chest and legs before the water washed it away.
She panted, looking up at him through hooded eyes, her body too weak to move. He sat back heavily on the bench and reached out a hand to cup the back of her head. She nuzzled into his hand and just sat in the silence, breathing in the orange blossom shampoo and the scent of their love making.
"Is that what you wanted?" His voice was harsh, but when she looked into his face, his eyes were dark and spoke volumes. Hot with promises, his black lashes flickering as he swept his gaze down her body.
She swallowed past the lump in her throat and nodded. "Yes, it was exactly what I wanted. Did I—do it right?"
He nodded, satisfaction settling over his face as he brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Baby, it was perfect. I think you're a pro already. Such a good girl," he chuckled, making her grin. "Are you done in here or do you need to do more washing?"
"I'm done." She yawned, and he helped her to her feet. He stood, turned off the water, and rubbed the towel up and down her body hard enough to make her giggle. Then he scooped her into his arms.
He settled her onto the bed with a sigh and tucked her under the covers. The rain still pelted the doors to the balcony and flashes of lightning cast shadows over his angular features before he stepped away from the bed.
Sleepily, she snuggled into the sheets. He came back a few minutes later, and she smelled minty toothpaste as she curled into his chest. His voice was soft as he brushed his hand along her arm softly.
"For the record, your ex has to be the stupidest man alive, to not want you naked. You're a goddess, Lucy. A fucking goddess."
She smiled, too sleepy to respond as the warmth of his words soothed some deep-rooted hurt within her soul. She definitely wasn't going to last the full two weeks before falling for him if he kept saying things like that. But she wasn't that afraid of it anymore.
Chapter 18
Lucy drank her coffee on the patio, looking over the ocean. Her mind kept picturing Mason's naked chest and all she wanted to do to him. She channeled all the desire and hope into her story and typed furiously on her phone.
Her main character flirted with the cop in charge of the murder investigation. They had just discovered a new clue when Mason sat down beside her. She looked up, blinking as she was pulled out of the story.
"Morning." His voice was gruff but his eyes were clear and open.
Her brows rose in surprise. "You're still here."
He nodded and sank onto the other patio chair, careful not to spill his own coffee. "I told you we'd do better about talking today. I'm going to head to work, but I don't have your number."
She opened the create contact on her phone and passed it to him. "What time will you finish working today?"
