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I exhale in relief and start to slide my hand around his neck. He captures my arms and kisses my inner wrists. My hands start to frame his face, but he subtly pulls away. “You’re on the Pill.”

The statement isn’t quite framed as a question, but I don’t want to start another argument by asking him how the hell he knows, so I answer, “Yes.”

He nods and returns my hands to my sides before he cups and fondles my breasts once more.

I sigh in pleasure and fall into the deep kiss he bestows on my mouth. Within seconds, the fire is back. His touch turns rough and demanding, and I can’t get enough of him.

“Shit, I want you so fucking bad,” he groans against my breast before he sucks one nipple into his mouth. The hungry little noises he makes at the back of his throat as he feasts on me turns my bones liquid.

I’m a useless sop by the time he snatches me up in his arms and carries me to the stool he spanked me on a mere half hour ago.

He senses my tension and smiles. “We’re in the punishment-free zone now, baby. It’s pleasure from here on in.” He slaps the surface of the leather stool. “Up.”

I hop up, and he pushes me back until most of my ass is hanging off the edge. I brace my feet on the rungs, and he swivels the stool so I’m facing the counter with my back to him. Strong arms slide around me, and he enfolds me with his upper body. I’m bathed in heat and my senses jump in frenzied excitement when his cock nudges my ass.

“We’re going to do things a little differently, baby. I’m going to save this”—he reaches between my thighs and taps my pussy—“for when I can take my time with it.”

“What? No! God, please, Mason?—”

“Shh,” he whispers in my ear. “I promise my intention isn’t to make you beg. I’ve kept you waiting long enough. I just want to prove to you as quickly as possible how great it can be between us.”

“Fucking me will solve all that,” I almost pant.

His answer is to nip the skin below my ear, while his thumbs flick over my nipples. “Trust me, Keely. Just for tonight?”

I close my eyes and let sensations wash over me. “Okay.”

He exhales, and I know I’ve said the right thing. “Have you ever been ass-fucked?”

I jump a mile wide, or at least that’s what it feels like. In reality, his hold tightens around me, keeping me firmly on the stool. I can feel his gaze on my heated face, awaiting my answer.

“Tried once. Didn’t work out,” I mumble.

“I’ll make it work for you.”

Jesus, this man took edging to a whole new level. My gaze meets his, and I remember his pledge from earlier—I’m going to fuck you everywhere. I believed him then, I just didn’t think anal would be the first option. I pull in a shaky breath.

“God, I knew you were an asshole the moment I met you.”

He laughs deep and low. “How about Ibea pain in your ass? The good kind?”

My mouth twitches. The next minute I’m laughing. He tucks his head into my shoulder and kisses my jaw. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you laugh.” He nibbles my earlobe until my laughter turns into a strangled moan. “Is that a yes?”

I feel like a damn wilting virgin in a period drama, but I need to ask, “Will you be gentle?”

He hesitates, and my stomach knots in anxiety. “Probably not, but we’ll take it slow until we can’t. Is that okay with you?”

I nod, and he reaches for a box I didn’t notice before, sitting in the middle of the counter. He sets a tube of lube in front of me. “Open it.”

He massages my shoulders and my back as I shakily uncap the tube. Kisses trail down my spine again until he reaches my ass. His firm grip on my thighs is the only warning I get before his tongue flicks over my puckered hole.

“Oh!” I drop the tube and grip the counter as sharp pleasure shoots up my spine. He licks again, then pushes his tongue firmer against me. Tiny stars dance before my eyes, and I release a deep moan. He swirls, probes, flicks and generally makes out with my backside as if it’s his new best friend. All the while, I grip the counter and try not to pass out from the pleasure overload.

When I think I can’t take it anymore, that I’ll come just from the attention he’s paying my back channel, he pulls back and blows on me. The stars double, then triple, until a kaleidoscope fills my vision.

“God, Mason. Please, just do it.”

“You’re not ready,” he replies.