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lighten whatever burden he is carrying.
    Mason has shown me his secret today, tucked away for an entire week behind fun and frivolity. This isn’t superficial anymore, and he knows it too. Is no less surprised than I am. This was unplanned. We’re both off balance.
    Oh, Mason, what have we done? This wasn’t supposed to be anything more than a fling. Wasn’t that our unspoken agreement? Now we’ve gone and turned it into something else.
    Dammit. I should have made it clear what I wanted from the start, but I didn’t. Now it’s become something more. A relationship with possibilities. This potential for anything exists now, and there’s little to be done about it.

6. Wolf at My Door
    Mason holds me up in his arms. I gaze at his face as he lifts and lowers me, leaving me breathless with each thrust. I wrap my fingers behind his neck, lean back, and swivel my hips provocatively. Mason measures his breath, trying to hold back.
    I push my engorged nub against his stomach, wanting him to let go. Wanting him to not care about my orgasm, to simply take his pleasure from my body. Give in to that urge.
    The good lovers service you first. The bad ones only take care of themselves. Every man is selfish sooner or later. They try to stay in the room, but the feeling overwhelms them, and they disappear.
    Mason’s eyes starts to close. His face strains. It won’t be long now.
    Then his eyes bolt open again. He senses my gaze and meets it head-on, lucid again. He wants me to know it. I almost had him but he brought himself back.
    Mason carries me to a bathroom wall, pushes my back against it, and changes his angle inside me. He becomes an unforgiving hammer against the back of my sheath, knowing I love this feeling. It’s the off switch for my brain.
    My arms float above my head. I try to touch the ceiling, bouncing up and down on his root. Mason throbs inside of me. Throbs, but doesn’t release. The bastard! He’s taking advantage of the tight fit. He’s trying to drive me wild, and it’s working.
    Wait. It is working. Mason is doing to me what I was just doing to him!
    My eyes snap open. I need to control myself, turn the tide against him, and chip away at his discipline. I reach for the upper shower crossbar and pull us away from the wall, my legs still wrapped around him.
    The glass door is open. I duck under the bar and keep Mason inside me, supporting much of my own weight now. Now I can milk him with my legs.
    I crank my hips in a circle and tighten every thigh muscle, savoring his length between my legs. Mason grabs my hips, no longer needing to hold me up, and begins to pummel me with abandon. His eyes go lazy with yearning. Good, that means I’m winning.
    It’s hard to hold myself up on the bar, but it feels like Mason’s close. I just need to keep this up for a few more seconds. I can get him there. Mason is clearly enjoying the position. He’s breathing heavily, but I am too. My cheeks are full of air, and I breathe through the exhaustion of hanging here.
    That’s when Mason notices my fatigue. His hands move under my back and take up my weight again. A good thing, too. I was about to fall.
    Mason kneels on the bathroom floor, bringing me with him. It’s the same way we made love that first time on the embankment beside the river. The landscape I’ve been painting for him. The landscape he painted on me today.
    Wait, did I just say made love ?
    Focus, Jess! You’re having a fling with a really hot guy, that’s all. A man who takes care of you when you’re painting. Who shops for groceries when they’re running low. Who paints your body with the focus of a Dutch Master. Who understands how to live with you without getting in your way.
    A man who understands you on a fundamental level and trumps every other guy you have ever known.
    Dammit!
    Mason is looking up at me curiously. It’s as if he can hear the turmoil in my head. I shake my head, trying to dislodge the thoughts, but they aren’t going