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If we were standing, my legs would go as weak as they do after forty minutes on the treadmill. My face drops in response to her quick reply, hovering an inch from her lips. I was expecting more of a fight, but that was…easy.

“Okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll go.”

I light up, but my ears continue to process her answer. “Really?”

She laughs, her hands latching onto my biceps. “Yes, really.”

I was worried there for a second, but hope fills my chest, and a sense of happiness washes over me. My hands move down to her sides, my whole being loving the sound of her laughter when I give her a tickle. It’s not long before one of my hands dips lower, my fingers running over the spot I’ve grown to love these past few days.

She’s already wet, and I use it to coat my finger before running it over her lazily until it fills her.

When her eyelashes turn heavy and flutter, I lean down and cover her nipple with my mouth to provoke the same response from her body she gifts me each night.

29

Mackenzie

“You’re glowing.” Nelly sizes me up from the doorjamb as she shoves Cheetos into her mouth with the same look she’s been giving me since I told her about Mason. “Are you pregnant?”

My throat tightens at the thought, my mind flashing back to my time with Mason. We have sex so often that it’s pointless to count. Not that I was keeping a tally or anything, but it’s been a lot. His sexual appetite is strong, and I’m as interested as him, but we’ve been careful and not enough time has elapsed for pregnancy to even be possible.

And why is she even asking me that, anyway?

I look at her. “Are you here to pester me or tell me how the new volunteer is doing?”

She shrugs, coming to plop down on the armchair in front of my desk. “A little of both, babe.” She puts another Cheeto in her mouth and chews. “I’m still getting used to you and Mason being together. I’ve never seen you this way before.”

“What way?”

“So…carefree, light, happy?”

“I wasn’t, not happy before.”

With a Cheeto pinched between her fingers, she points it at me. “This is different. Maybe you were happy before, but your body certainly was not.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

She scoots to the edge of the chair to explain. “Your shoulders are relaxed. You’ve been here all morning, and there’s no crease between your brows.” I lift a finger to my forehead to feel. “You’re wearing lipstick. Mackenzie Jones only wears lipstick on special occasions. You didn’t even wear it when we went out those few times.”

She goes on, insisting my mood is different. Perhaps it is, but what am I supposed to do about it? I can’t help being with Mason makes me happy.

“Is the sex good? It must be.” She tilts her head to the side. “Though it is still weird thinking about you and Mason boning.”

“Nelly!” I chide. “Let’s not shout details of my sex life for all to hear.”

“What?” She talks as if the door to my office isn’t open. “It’s true. He’s been your friend long before I have. Is it weird for you?”

It is anything but. Being with Mason is so…consuming. It’s like my heart knows it’s safe with him and doesn’t have to think about it or wonder if it’ll still be in one piece at the end of the night. “It almost feels natural,” I tell her honestly.

She reaches for a frame I have on my desk of Mason, Luke, and I, setting it on top of my paperwork. “You are sleeping with this man, and the best adjective you have is natural? All sex is natural; if that’s the best word you have in your arsenal, then he isn’t fucking you good enough.”

Oh my God.

I cover the blush on my face with my palms, clearly uncomfortable over how open and obnoxious she can be. Okay, scratch that. It’s not that I’m embarrassed. I’m not used to this; the in-depth conversations that girlfriends have over the guys they sleep with.

“Ooh.” There’s a sparkling glimmer in her eye when I pull my hands away. One that says she’s just been dished the biggest news of the year. “Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he did fuck you good.” Her eyebrows quickly elevate then wiggle. “So good that he knocked all other words from your vocabulary, perhaps?”

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