Holy guacamole. Was that a double entendre? I swear that was a double entendre. Someone hold my panties on for me because Mason Lowe was freaking flirting with me, using double entendres.
Linda KageOne more laugh, and Mr. Lowe might as well pick out the flowers I'd be leaving at his grave.
Linda KageI took my first sip. When I moaned, he arched an amused brow. “Would you two like to be alone?”
I tucked my latte protectively close. “Yes. Could you give us fifteen, twenty minutes tops? I have a feeling things are about to get real obscene up in this house.
Are you seriously going to walk out of here right now after I just confessed my soul to you, cool as a cucumber, without reciprocating at all?”
“What?” I sent him a blank look. Then I rolled my eyes and reached out to ruffle his amazing hair. “Mason Lowe, if you don’t know by now that I’m attracted as hell to you, you’re freaking blind.”
He stared at me a moment before muttering, “There. Was that so hard to admit?
If I touch you right now, that’s it. I won’t be able to stop. I wanted to make sure you have all your playtime in before I get started.”
“Aww … Thinking of me first. That’s so sweet. Thank you.”
“Yeah, I’m a frigging saint. Now will you please touch my dick like you mean it before the damn thing explodes?
So...goddamn...good. But I don’t want it to end yet.”...
“Oh screw it.” I dug my fingers into his firm ass and moved with him, urging him to quicken the pace. “We can have long, drawn-out slow sex later.”
He groaned again, though this was more like a whimper. “Promise?”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes. Right now, just light me up. Please”
“On it.” His hips slammed against mine. And...damn.
I couldn’t wait to meet his cherry-popping, cougar pimp landlady again. Said no one ever.
Linda KageEvery woman treats me that way, Reese. I’m not a person to them. I’m just…a good time or something vile to be avoided at all costs. And then you came along and you…you hugged me. You are the first person who sees me, Mason, not sex for sale.
Linda KageOh screw it.” I dug my fingers into his firm ass and moved with him, urging him to quicken the pace. “We can have long, drawn-out slow sex later.”
He groaned again, though this was more like a whimper. “Promise?”
I nodded. “Yes. Yes. Right now, just light me up. Please”
“On it.” His hips slammed against mine. And…damn.
That sucks. He can ask you out and take you to dinner and try to steal a goodnight kiss. He can go as far into it as you’ll let him take you. And I can’t even compete.
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