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I moved lower, only to be stopped by the stretchy material of her maternity jeans on her stomach. My weight shifted to one elbow. It was then I realized I was panting like arabid dog.

My hands fumbled with the fabric as it stubbornly stuck to her skin. I was trying to be gentle, to just slip the pants down so I could toss them to the side. But a snarl of impatience rocketed through me and I hooked my fingers into her waist band, yanking the pants down with one rough motion.

I didn’t care if I ripped them, it wasn’t like she’d be pregnant much longer anyway.

She gasped as I threw the jeans as far away from us as I could, leaving her bare in front of me. One of her feet inched backwards as she pressed her knees together.

“Beautiful,” I muttered, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.

With her clothes out of the way, my exploration resumed, allowing me to worship her with tongue and teeth. Her whimpers and stuttered moans spurred me on. When I got to her legs, I parted them with one hand.

Her breathing quickened as I trailed a tongue along the inside of her thigh.

“Lucian,” she breathed.

My tongue traced a path to her core, and the moment I tasted her, every thread of restraint I had went out the window. My tongue delved into her as I ate her out with the vigor that only a former fat kid could possess. She tasted like heaven, and I was eager to cleanse my sins.

My fingers sunk into the soft flesh of her thighs as I devoured her.

Her hips bucked against my mouth as her fingers tangled into my hair, pulling it if I dared to get too far away. Her muscles went tense as her knees trembled.

“Oh God, I’m close.” Her voice broke as a moan stole her words.

Good.

I didn’t stop, instead my movements became more frantic. I wanted to push Mason to the brink, to see her comeundoneand leave her as nothing more than a sweaty mess.

My tongue circled her clit, and after a moment, I felt hershatterbeneath me. Her body arched off the bed as she screamed my name so loud that I had no doubt the rest of the house heard us.

I continued my advances until she quivered with aftershocks. Finally, I pulled back and crawled up her body before plopping down beside her. Her eyes were glazed over as she struggled to catch her breath.

I softly kissed her on the cheek before snuggling onto the pillow beside her.

“I don’t know about you, but I think I’m ready to get some work done.” I smiled.

She let out a breathy laugh as she turned to face me. “I think you’re an asshole.”

“But, I’m your asshole.”

I'd love to say that after one round with Mason I was fully inspired to write theonesong the record label required me to.

Instead, our time together became more like a three hour fuck fest. Sure, I gave her time to catch her breath and drink some water between rounds, but that was really all we got done.

By the time I was actually ready to work, I was distracted by little knocks at the door.

“I got it,” Mason said, and I silently thanked God that I actually let her get dressed after the last round.

When she opened the door, both my kids were there and dressed in turkey pajamas.

Mason gasped like she had just seen the cutest thing ever as she got on to their level.

“Hi, my little ducks,” Mason cooed, resulting in a smile from Jasper and a glare from Juniper. “To what do we owe the visit?”

“Mommy says it’s time to decorate the tree for thanksgiving.”

I fought the urge to groan at the idea of theHoliday Tree.But, I knew Sophia’s premature festivities were one of the few things that stopped her from being a mess during the holidays, so instead of bitching, I followed the kids out and silently hoped no one would notice if I took a break to medicate myself.

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