Page 107 of Word to the Wise

“Lift your head.”

I do the best I can in this position.

“Spit on it. Make it nice and wet.”

I don’t know where this man came from or how I deserve him, but as I look into his eyes and spit on his cock while he pumps his fist over it, I’m pretty sure he was meant for me.

“Good girl.” Mason climbs down my body, holding himself at my pussy before smacking my clit with it.

The sting ignites my core, and I moan with my need for him. “Mason.”

“Yes, Reed?” He holds himself over me, smacking me with his cock again. “Need something?”

“Fuck me.” I tip my head back. “Please, fuck me.”

His tongue runs the length of my jaw, and then he’s thrusting inside me. Giving me what my body’s been craving all afternoon. What it’s been craving my whole life.

I pull against the restraints, desperate to touch him, but I’m at his mercy.

Mason moves over me like waves striking. He dips to take my nipple between his teeth, arching so his hips bottom out at that exact moment.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” I moan. “God, that feels so good. You feel so good, Mason.”

“Tell a girl you love her, and she gets all freaky.” He kisses a path up my neck. “Not that I’m complaining. Now I see what all the fuss is about.”

“You act like you’ve never said it before.”

Mason looks down at me. “I haven’t.”

That sinks in as he hits me deep. As he connects with my soul, and my body starts to react to him.

My back arches as he grabs my breast, playing with my nipple and using the advantage to bite my neck.

“I love you,” he whispers against my throat. “I love you.”

He fucks me with all his love. He hands me everything I need. The fantasy, the care. His cock hits me so deep; I’m shattering around him.

And as I break apart for him, I whisper my truth back. Knowing for the first time it’s not coming from my rational mind. It’s carved from my heart, just for him.

“I love you too.”

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Reed

Mason still hasn’t relinquishedhis spot between me and his car as we stand at the curb outside Twisted Roses.

“I’ll be fine. I won’t even stop until I reach the Twisted Kings compound.”

He holds me around the waist, his eyebrows pinching as he looks down at me. “I’d feel better if I could go with you.”

“You have an appointment. I’m just going to hang out with Lyla for the day, and then I’ll be back. I have to live my life. I can’t let Carter continually stop me from doing things.”

It’s been a little over a week since the permit was officially declined, and part of me expected Carter to show up the moment it was. Zane Enterprises is helping Carter fight it, but it isn’t going in their favor, and I have no doubt Carter will be bankrupt at the end of this unless Mason’s dad is able to pull some huge magic trick out of his hat.

The deal has essentially been stopped.

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