Page 59 of Mace

“I just don’t understand why she punished you when she was mad at your mom.” Mace shook his head. “That is the shit that got me.”

“Because she’s human. I wouldn’t know what that would feel like to watch your daughter treat her daughter like a burden. She wanted to help me, but my mom wouldn’t let her. After a while, if you kept hearing the word no, and having the door slammed in your face, that hardens you. Should she have started hating me? No, but again, she’s human.” I held up my burrito. “Did I earn another bite?” I sassed.

“Babe,” he laughed. “You and I both know you could have told me to fuck off, and I would have been fine with that. I’m not keeping you from eating.”

“I know.” I took a bite and studied him.

“What are you looking at?” he asked.

I swallowed and grabbed his bottle of water. “Hey, I brought you one.”

I shook my head and twisted off the cap. “I like yours.” I took a drink and handed it back to him. “You’ve been spending a lot of time in my mouth, Mace. I think drinking out of the same bottle is fine.”

He grabbed the bottle and took a drink.

“And I was just looking at you before. I like you,” I laughed. “You’re a sight I like to see.”

He choked and patted his chest. “I would hope so,” he wheezed.

“If only I could say the same things about my family,” I muttered. “Can we be done talking about them? You’re killing my mood after a nap and a delicious burrito.”

“Sure, babe.”

We finished our burritos watching aHome Improvementrerun, and then got ready for bed.

“I don’t know why I’m putting my pajamas on,” I called from the bathroom. “There is no way I am going to be able to sleep anytime soon.” It was nearing ten o'clock, but I felt wide awake and ready to start the day. “Do you want to watch a movie?” I turned off the bathroom light and opened the bathroom door.

“I was thinking we could do something else.”

My jaw dropped at Mace standing at the foot of the bed in nothing but what the good lord gave him.

He was naked.

Gloriously naked.

My eyes slowly traveled over his body, and my heart raced.

“Imogen,” he called.

“Yeah?” I mumbled.

He slowly stalked toward me, and his dick bobbed with each step. My head nodded with each step his dick moved, and my mouth watered.

“I thought we could do a little exploring.”

I tipped my head back when he was right in front of me. “Just call meFerdinand Magellan.”

“Babe,” he laughed.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “He’s a Portuguese explorer. You said we could do some exploring,” I trailed off.

“You’re a nut, Imogen.”

I shrugged and trailed a hand down his bare chest. “You could call me anything right now, Mace, and I would be totally fine with it. You’re naked.”

He looked down and chuckled. “So I am.” He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. “The only thing that would make this better is if you were naked.” His other arm snaked around my waist and pulled me flush against him.

“Hi there,” I gasped.

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