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Once again just being with this man is causing me to have another great night. Amidst the laughter, the sexual tension continues to build. The more I like this man, the more I burn for him. I’ve never been a woman who enjoys one-night-stands. I want to like the person I’m with. My vibrator can give me an orgasm. When I have sex, I want it to be about more than the pleasure at the end.

Each moment I spend with Mason I fall more for him. Instead of sending me over the edge of a cliff in panic, I feel peace at the feeling. The only thing that will sate this burning is to quit fighting what’s been inevitable from the moment he approached me at the bar, when I didn’t want to immediately send him away.

“Mason, are you a magician?” I ask, reaching over and rubbing his thigh. I love the intake of breath this causes. He’s affecting me in far more ways than one, but I’m doing the same to him. I know I must have a smug smirk on my face, because I’m sure he’ll show the world how excited he is if he stands right now.

“I could be. Why do you ask?” he says, his voice husky.

“Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears,” I tell him, my voice dripping with seriousness. It’s a pickup line, but it’s sort of true. As fun as I’m having with his friends, he’s the only person I truly see.

“I might like that line,” he tells me, leaning closer again.

“You two have got to quit undressing each other with your eyes. I’m here alone and ready to find the closest man to me to mount,” one of the women says, making everyone laugh again.

“Sorry, can’t help myself. She’s irresistible,” Mason tells the group, not turning away from me.

“He’s not too bad,” I say. Everyone knows I’m full of it. I’ve been eating him alive as much as, or more, than him with me. We’re clearly hooked on each other. It’s nice that it’s incredibly mutual.

“Mason,” another woman asks.

He reluctantly turns to the single woman. I’m not threatened. She’s clearly a friend and knows he’s taken. “Yes, Betty?”

“Are you a parking ticket?” Mason laughs and waits. “Because you have fine written all over you.” I shake my head. This is one great line.

“Oh, I’m fine alright,” Mason says.

“Don’t get too cocky,” I warn him.

“Oh, I finally thought of my fruit name,” one of the guys says, saving Mason from a lot of groans from the table.

“What is it?” I ask.

“I’m a fineapple,” he proudly states. We laugh some more. I’ve done so much of it tonight my stomach is hurting a bit, and my cheeks are sore.

The music begins and a few people stand to move to the dance floor. Mason looks at me, his eyes still burning though he’s wearing a smile on his lips. He stands up.

“Care to dance?” he asks.

I don’t even hesitate. “I’d love to,” I tell him.

The two of us practically float to the dance floor, the soft light casting a warm glow all around us. Multiple people are already in each other’s arms. Mason doesn’t hesitate to pull me to him, his hand stopping on my lower back as my breasts press against his chest. We begin swaying to the music, our bodies moving in perfect sync. It’s like we’ve been made for this. We’re a perfect fit even though he’s nearly a foot taller than me, well a few inches less with me in heels.

“I haven’t done you the justice of telling you enough how beautiful you look tonight,” Mason whispers in my ear.

“You’ve said it every five minutes, so I think you’re fine,” I tell him with a smile. “Then again, I don’t mind hearing it. You make me feel like the only woman in the room.”

“That’s because you are. The rest of the people here might as well not even exist,” he says.

“You have wonderful friends, Mason,” I tell him. “I’m very glad I came with you. This has been such a fun night, and it lets me know that you have good taste in people.”

“I do have incredible friends, but I’d walk away from all of them for five minutes with you.” The intensity of his words run through my very soul. He means this. It’s just because this is new. It will level out, but I’m beginning to think it might not go away.

“I wouldn’t be a good person to ask you to do that,” I tell him.

“I know you’d never do that. Just as I wouldn’t ever try to come between you and Nikki,” he assures me.

“She’s my rock when I feel like the world’s trying to blow me over,” I admit.

“You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Scratch that, you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” he says.

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