Page 8 of A Sinful Gift

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he encouraged as he stroked his thumb over her lips, tracing their shape.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“How can I say no to such a good girl?” He leaned over her, his lips touching hers in a chaste kiss.

It wasn’t enough. She wantedmore. She reached up and dug her fingers into his wavy dark hair and flicked her tongue against the seam of his lips. He surrendered, parting his lips, and she deepened the kiss, giving them both what they needed.

Mason panted as he continued to ravish her, and she lost herself completely. There was nothing outside this room with these two men and the pleasure between them. She came so hard it felt like the entire earth broke apart beneath her. The walls she’d fought so hard to build around her heart began to fracture. She knew with a terrifying certainty that they would break through those walls soon.

Mason shouted with his own climax and drove so deeply she wasn’t sure where she began and he ended. They were fused by passion, and the intensity of what they had just shared heightened everything. His release filled her, and she was dimly aware that they hadn’t had the safe-sex talk. She was on birth control, but they still needed to talk about it.

Blake slowed his kiss and pulled away slightly. “I can feel you thinking, Hazel,” he said. “What’s the matter?”

“I... er... We didn’t use a condom,” she whispered, her gaze drifting to Mason’s cock still buried in her as he stroked her knees tenderly.

“I’m clean. What about you, Mason?” Blake looked to his friend.

“The same. I got tested last week.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “Me too. And I have an IUD.”

“So no condoms, then?” Blake asked her. “We’ll use them if you want us to.”

She shook her head. “No condoms, if we all agree.”

“Agreed,” Mason and Blake said in unison.

Blake leaned in and kissed her again. She felt Mason pull out of her, and a few moments later, a warm wet cloth was rubbed between her legs. She knew she would be a little sore tomorrow, but she didn’t mind. Mason hadn’t exactly been gentle, but she hadn’t wanted him to be. She relaxed as Blake continued to kiss her, and then she felt herself slipping down that slope toward sleep.

Blake paused kissing her to chuckle gently.

“It takes just three orgasms to wear you out?” he teased. “No, baby, we have to work on your stamina.”

She dug her nails lightly into his bare shoulder, but her reaction was softened by the yawn that she stifled.

“Poor kitten,” Mason murmured. “She needs sleep.”

“She does,” Blake replied.

“But you didn’t...” Hazel still felt oddly shy about sex with Blake even though he was breaking down her inhibitions.

“When I take you, I want you good and rested.” Blake trailed the backs of his fingers over her cheek, and it only made her want sleep more because it felt so good.

“Hmmm...” She closed her eyes and sighed dreamily.

Damn Blake and his seductive ways.

“Why don’t you put our girl to bed, Mason. I’m going to take a quick shower.” Blake kissed her forehead and slid off the bed, leaving her and Mason alone.

She shyly closed her legs, which made Mason chuckle. He had buttoned up his jeans again, but he was still gloriously shirtless.

“I’ll let you be shy tonight, sweetheart, but starting tomorrow, don’t be. You’re gorgeous and I don’t want you to ever hide.” He scooped her up in his arms, and she was gently set on her feet while he pulled back the covers of the bed for her. Then he opened one of the nightstand drawers and removed a soft, worn-looking T-shirt that saidPepperdineon it. She recognized it as one of Blake’s old shirts from law school.

“Take off that bra and put this on,” Mason said. “I’ll go and get something for you to eat.”

She removed her bra after he left and slipped the Pepperdine shirt over her head. The cotton was soft, and it came down to mid-thigh. She liked wearing Blake’s shirt, but she liked it even more that it was alsoherschool, not just Blake’s.

Blake may have been a dominant lover in bed, but he never made her feel small. Feminine, yes. Delicate in the best way, hell yes. But he never diminished her or dimmed her shine, or belittled her accomplishments. That was what made him so dangerous. He was a forever kind of man, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for that. Her work, like his, was demanding and challenging. But she liked it. Still, a secret part of her feared that giving in to him, being his, would make her soft. She wanted to spend all day in bed until she was passed out from life-changing orgasms. That didn’t leave a lot of room for work, and she loved her work.

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