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I couldn’t help returning her smile before kissing her. “Now, I keep you up the rest of the night because if we only have one night, I’m going to use this body every way I’ve been imagining, and that won’t give you any time to sleep.”

Her giggle was rewarding. “Good. I can sleep on the plane. Tonight, we fuck.”

I shook my head. “Why does that word sound so dirty when you say it?”

She shrugged, pulling my head down and kissing me. I gave over to the sensation of it as it wove its way through my body, claiming me, corrupting me, breaking me so that I could confidently accept that one night would never be enough.

Chapter Ten

CASEY

My alarm startled me, and I jumped as awareness shook the heavy hold of sleep from me. An arm slipped over my stomach as I fumbled to silence it. Mason. He pulled me into him, my back hitting his warm chest and causing my curls to flop into my eyes. I couldn’t help but sigh, remembering how he’d taken me over and over, bringing me to ecstasy more times than I ever remembered. It had been the most wonderful night of my life and one the alarm reminded me would never happen again. Tyson had scheduled the jet to take me home instead of letting me fly commercial like I’d done on my way out, but for the first time since I’d left Treemont, Armina no longer felt like home. Being in Mason’s arms, the strength of them, the way his face nuzzled my neck, his morning firmness digging into me felt like home.

I traced the tattoo on his forearm, his kisses against my neck reminding me of the confused tangle of emotions that had surged as he’d taken me.

“I need to get up, Mason. Riley will be looking?—”

“Riley knows exactly where we are. Trust me, she won’t come looking.”

That surprised me, but then again, Riley knew how I felt, so it made sense that she’d confronted Mason on his feelings.

“But my flight?—”

“Shush.” He let me go, climbing over me and grabbing his phone from his pants. I took the moment to admire him. He was the sexiest man I’d ever been with. The muscles that lined his back enhanced the tattoos, which flowed down to where his tight ass sat. He turned, and I looked up to see his raised brow and a crooked grin that would break any woman’s heart. I could sense the heat rising in my cheeks, but I ignored it, deliberately letting my sight drift down his tattooed chest. I licked my lips, and he gave me a tsk as he brought his phone to his ear.

He liked to think he could control me, but I had a feeling he knew just as well as I did that he didn’t. I crawled from the bed, dropping to my knees. He inhaled just as someone answered. Taking him in my hands, I let my tongue circle his tip, looking up to see the irritation in his eyes.

“I need Casey’s?—”

I dropped on him so far that he hit the back of my throat, eliciting a loud gag from me. He put his hand over the phone, growling at me, but I didn’t let that stop me. I was enjoying myself, not only because his dick was glorious, but because I was in control.

“Boss?” I heard on the other line, descending again and loving how he dropped his hand to my head, twisting my hair around his fingers.

“I’m here,” he managed, although the authoritative voice he usually had was diminished. “I need…fuck.”

I giggled, pulling back, my tongue sliding along his shaft. He stopped my head, shoving back into my mouth. A loud gag surged from me before I took control and sucked my way back up his length.

“Delay the fucking jet…” His hand stilled me again, his pelvis thrusting so far it ripped another gag from me as it hit my throat. “Fuck…I’ll let you know when she’s ready.”

He hung up and threw his phone, yanking my mouth from him.

“That was wicked, Casey.”

I licked my lips, grasping his shaft.

“Open that sexy mouth again and finish what you started.”

I opened, loving that his aggressive side was coming out. He’d been soft last night, but I was craving the side of him that had pulled my hair and choked me when we’d been flirting. He shoved my face forward, plunging into me hard as he used my mouth until I could feel him growing closer. He’d shown me the prior night that he could go multiple times with little coercion, and I was looking forward to seeing what he’d do to me once I satisfied this need I had to taste him.

He had his fingers wrapped so tightly in my hair I was sure he’d ripped strands out, but I didn’t care. The act was turning me on so much, there was a chance I’d end up coming with him.

“Shit, Case.” There was a tremble that layered his voice, and it left me even wetter than I was. He yanked me from him, and I tried to catch my breath, lines of saliva spilling from my mouth, a long one still attached to his dick. He smirked, his eyes lit to a devious shade.

“You gonna swallow for me, sweetheart?”

Parting my lips, I reached my hand to my head and urged him to pull my hair tighter. He shook his head, his smile growing before he plunged back into my waiting mouth so hard my gags were like a flurry of noise that filled the room. With one deep feral grunt he came, spilling down my throat so that it seeped around him. When he finally freed himself from my mouth, he released my hair and stumbled back.

“Holy fuck, Case. Do I want to know how you know how to do that so fucking well?”

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