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I have a seat at the kitchen table, extremely interested in this conversation. “What else do you find sexy about me?”

Ready to play my game, she walks over to where I am, raking her eyes over my body, and then kicks her hip out to the side. Her nipples are standing at attention and I know she’s interested in getting naked with me. I know I have her, as I keep my feet out, feigning indifference.

“Do you know what I find sexy about you?” she asks, straddling my lap, throwing her legs over the chair I’m sitting in, before circling her arms around my neck.

In this position we’re eye-level and I can’t help the grin that plays at the corners of my mouth. “What’s that?” I slip my hands down her back, settling them on the natural curve of her waist.

“So many things.” She rolls her eyes playfully, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. That motion is giving me ideas too. “But there are a few that stand out. You might even think they’re weird.”

“Trust me.” I lower my voice, let her hear the arousal. Push up against her, let her feel my hard length. “There are things I find sexy about you, that most people would commit me for. Borders on fetishes,” my confession is whispered as I lean in, nipping lightly at her neck. “Do tell.” I tap her hip, looking forward to hearing her sing my praises. It hasn’t happened often enough in my personal life.

“The scruff on your chin.” She puts her finger up to my chin, running the pad across the scruff she’s speaking about. As she gets closer to my mouth, I make a motion, grab her finger with my lips and suck it deeply, running my tongue along the tip. She shivers and her eyes lower, get hooded as she goes on. “The way it teases my skin as you kiss my neck.”

I let her finger go with an audible pop in the quiet room. “Mmm, tell me more.” I run my hands along her thighs, denting the flesh with my fingers, knowing she likes things a little rougher when she’s in a mood like this.

She leans in closer, grasping my hair in between her fingers. “The way you taste.”

It makes my flesh pulse, makes it hot to the touch as I think of her tasting me. Lifting my hand up to her face, I caress her jawline before running my thumb over her lips. There’s a wicked desire in her eyes, as they flicker down to my thumb, before she sucks it into her mouth, circling her tongue around the tip, much like she would other parts of my body.

“Son of a bitch,” I moan, using my free hand to slip down and palm her ass, pressing her as close as we can get with these clothes separating us.

The fingers in my hair tug fiercely, tilting my head back on my shoulders, exposing my neck, and that’s when Karina blows my mind. She’s sucking, nipping, biting, licking, and grinding all at the same time. All I can do is push my hands up the back of her tank top, claw at her skin, growl as she makes contact with the erection in my tactical pants. Even between the clothes, I can feel her heat. She doesn’t let up, as she moves from one side to the other, grabbing hold of my earlobe with her teeth, before she slips her hand between us, palming the flesh that’s throbbing for her. I’m doing my best to keep from losing every ounce of self-respect I have, when she somehow manages to get her feet on the floor and stand over me. Because of my height, she’s not much taller, but it puts those awesome tits of hers at eye-level. And that’s when I decide turnabout is totally fair play.

Reaching forward, I slip one of those hard nipples into my mouth, nipping and sucking the same way she did my neck. Going to town on them through the cotton of her tank top. Immediately I realize she’s not wearing a bra underneath, feeling the tightening of the flesh is enough to have pre-cum moistening the fabric of my boxers. My cock is punching at the zipper holding it back, hoping to get lose. What I wouldn’t give to just reach down and pull it out, give it some relief.

“Mason, I want you,” she moans, throwing her head back, thrusting those fingers of hers through my hair and holding me close to her.

With superhuman strength, I push her away, turn her around so that she’s facing away from me, and slide those short shorts off her body, taking a scrap of lace with it. Before she can ask me what I’m doing, I’ve unzipped my pants, pushed them and my boxers down, so that the only thing I can get out is the only thing that matters. My rock-hard length. Pulling her hips back to me, I watch as those legs of hers straddle me, and then come down hard on my cock.

Her sexy back, that tapers down into two dimples over her ass, is a feast for me to look at. Her ass bounces as she uses those thighs of hers to push up and down on my dick. “Mason,” she breathes loudly as I move my hands around to cup her tits up under the shirt, using my fingers to worry the evidence of her desire.

“Yeah, baby?” I pinch harder, causing her to lean slightly forward.

“Don’t stop!”

Using one hand to strum her clit, the other to twist the flesh begging for it at her chest.

I go after her hard, bracing my booted feet on the floor as I pound into her, grabbing her hair up in one hand, pulling it back the way she likes. I don’t stop working her clit furiously and she doesn’t stop riding me, never slows down, never gives an inch.

When I feel her tighten against me, when I hear her scream of pleasure, I let go, moaning, groaning, grunting as I pull her back to my front, rest my forehead on her sweaty back, and ride out the conclusion of the best sex we’ve ever had.

“Fuck,” I almost whimper as she gets off me, leaving my cock standing in the breeze.

“Feeling’s mutual, big guy, wanna take a shower?”

As I look up at her body, naked on the lower half, nipples still hard on the upper half, hair a mess, I grin at her, knowing I made her look like a beautiful mess. Looking down at my lap, I see stains on my pants, my release running down my cock. For some reason I want to remember this moment, etch it into the database of memories I don’t ever want to forget. When I do that, I reach out for her hand.

“Yeah, let’s go get cleaned up.”

She steps into my arms, kissing my throat. “I love you, Mase.”

I grip her ass tight in my hand, giving it a squeeze as I kiss her forehead. “Love you more, Rina.”

Chapter Eight

Menace

Sighing, I reach up and take the hat off my head and throw it across my desk. I’ve been out in the field most of the day, following up on tips that came through last night. Nothing has panned out, not that I thought it would.

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