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Harper’s mouth fell open as Sybil smoothed her palms up my thighs.
“Hey,” Harper yelled. “You can’t do that.”
The chick between my legs rolled her gaze over to the one staring her down. “And who are you?”
“I’m the one that’s supposed to be doing that.”
Yeah you are.
“I think you should leave,” Harper huffed and crossed her arms.
Look at timid little Harper Callaghan staking her claim.Good girl.
Annoyance toyed with Sybil’s features as she spun around. “Look, I don’t know who…”
“Get out,” I snarled, cutting her off.
That caught both of them off guard. Harper jumped, while Sybil cocked a brow my way.
“What?”
“I said,” my eyes snapping up to hers, “Get out.”
It wasn’t like we were a couple or anything. Sybil didn’t even like me that much. It was the blood and sweat that got her going. That didn’t mean she took rejection well.
She shot me a dirty look, snarled, “fine,” and snatched her purse off the table. “You’re not as great as you think you are, Mason Kessler.”
Harper stepped back and watched the other girl storm out, slamming the door behind her.
“I don’t like her,” she muttered after Sybil was gone.
I snickered. “I could tell.”
“It’s not funny, Mason.”
Isn’t that cute?She’s mad at me now.
“No, it’s not.” I reached down and moved my shorts out of the way to fist my cock. “It’s fucking hot.”
Even though her gaze followed my hand’s movements, she asked, “What are you doing?”
Fuck, I loved that nervous little twitch in her tone. My grip tightened around my shaft as I trickled my gaze over the jeans hugging her hips. Why the fuck did I let her wear those? Her ass looked fucking delicious, but there was way too much fabric covering her.
“Take your pants off.” I could sense the argument coming when she parted her lips. So I added a, “Now, Freckles.”
That was officially my new favorite phrase. Every time I barked out those two words, she jumped to action. And this time wasn’t any different. Harper had her pants unbuttoned and off in record time. There was only one problem…
My brow arched. “Panties too.”
She blushed, but did as she was told.
“Good girl,” I groaned and continued to stroke my shaft. “Now I want you to climb on the table and get down on all fours.”
Unsure, Harper looked over at the table, then back to me.
“Go on,” I coaxed, urging her to slowly take a few steps.
There was nothing quite like the sight of her gracefully climbing up on the wooden table-top. My mouth watered at the way she shakily pressed her palms down. I could practically taste her on the tip of my tongue. This girl was made for me. Her submission was beautiful, while the fear in her trembling body was intoxicating.
