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He kisses the corner of my mouth as he continues to knead my breasts with firm, expert caresses. God, he’s good. I’m getting wetter and more desperate by the second, and he’s only touching my breasts. “I said, are you ready to continue?”

“Y… yes,” I sigh.

“Good, but I also need to hear that you’re happy with the results of the medical report. Otherwise, I need to get the condoms.”

I bite my lip and try not to think about the last time I had sex without protection. Of course the details are blurry enough to not be worth the effort, but my heart lurches and a cold shiver lances down my spine all the same.

Mason’s gaze sharpens, and his hands leave my breasts to capture my nape. “Keely?”

When I refuse to meet his gaze, he bends his knees until he’s eye-level with me. I have no choice but to meet his probing stare.

“What?” I throw out defiantly.

“What’s going on?”

I shrug. “I don’t mind ex… experimenting when it comes to sex, but you’ve taken almost every decision out of my hands. I don’t like giving up control. Especially when it comes to sex.”

He frowns. “Especially?Why not?”

Shit. “I just don’t, okay?”

His eyes narrow. “I don’t buy that. Who took away your control?”

Whoa… When did the conversation take the forked road to freak-ville? I shake my head. There’s no way I’m talking aboutthatwith him. I try to knock his hands away, but he holds firm. “It’s none of your damn business.” My breath strangles in my lungs as it dawns on me that I may as well have raised a red flag by giving him that answer. “You have no right to do this, Mason.”

“No right to ask why two minutes ago you were okay with all of this and suddenly, you’re wound tight enough to snap?”

“Yes! How did we get here anyway? You didn’t want personal, remember? Well, it goes both ways. You don’t ask questions of me and I don’t ask them of you. If you’re changing the rules, then you have to be prepared to answer a few of my questions, too.”

His jaw clenches. “It’s not that simple.”

“Of course not. The great Mason Sinclair is so much more complicated than I am, right?”

“I didn’t say that. My personal issues won’t interfere with how and who I fuck. If yours do, then we have a problem.”

I don’t believe that for a second, but I’m not going to probe. Probing will open doors I want firmly shut. We stare at each other for a few charged seconds. Then I shake my head again. “I guess this wasn’t a good idea, after all.”

His fingers spear into my hair to hold me captive, and the other hand grips my hip and slams my body into his. “Like hell it wasn’t. My only agenda was to make this an even more pleasurable experience for you. And yes, I do like control. But unless I’m way off base here, I haven’t forced you to do anything against your will, have I?”

“That’s not the point.”

“Of course it is.” Despite our heated argument, he’s still hard as a rock and his erection nudges me, reminding me of what I’ll be giving up if I walk away. He’s fucking with my mind again, and I’m beginning to question why I’m fighting this at all. Truth is, I want sex with him. Really, really badly. Enough to loosen my stance on control to get what I want.

Loosen, not abandon. I can never abandon my control. But for what Mason Sinclair promises, I can let go. For one night.

He tightens his grip on my hip, his fingers digging into me with ruthless intent. “This is all that matters, Keely. Everything else is bullshit.”

Everything elseisn’tbullshit… but I swallow and nod. “Okay.”

He immediately shakes his head. “No, not okay.”

“Jesus, Mason, what the hell do you want from me?” I demand in a plaintive voice I absolutely do not recognize as mine. Is this what I’m reduced to? A needy, pantinghoewilling to pretzel herself for some sadist who can’t make up his mind whether he wants to fuck or not?

“I want for you not to sound as if I’m coercing you into doing something you don’t want to do. Either you want this or you don’t.”

I take a deep breath to sustain my withering patience. “I want this. I’ve wanted this for the last hour, the last day; hell, since you almost killed me on an icy road in Montauk two weeks ago. I want it enough to give you a goddamn hand job—and FYI, I’ve never done that before. I want you enough for menotto walk out after a spanking I absolutely hated. I want to be fucked, Mason. I’m dying to be fucked by you. I’m naked, and I’m soaking wet, wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. How else do you want me to prove it to you?”

A slow smile lights up his face. “I can think of several other ways, but this is enough for now.”