Page 125 of My Temptation (Kingston Lane)

Help!

Mason just showed up here to help me paint.

I wait for his reply.

Tell him to fuck off.

I smile. Good answer.

I can’t. He’s being helpful and nice.

I see the dots bouncing.

My foot up his ass will also be helpful and nice.

I giggle and reply.

I didn’t realize you had a foot fetish.

I wait for a reply, but one doesn’t come.

Okay, at least he knows why Mason is here now. I feel better about it, having told him. I get back to painting, and just like he promised, Mason comes back. He’s wearing shorts only: biceps and abs for days.

What the hell? He’s cut like the Hulk. All that special-ops training sure pays off.

“Couldn’t find an old T-shirt, so I guess it’s skin.” He throws me a sexy wink.

Nice.

I’ve got to give it to him, that’s pretty smooth.

“Well then”—I smile as I go back to painting—“skin works for me.”

“Skin always works for me too,” he says. “Maybe you should paint in your underwear?”

I giggle. “Oh, you’d like that?” I tease.

“I would, actually.”

You are never seeing me naked; I look like a jellyfish compared to you.

“White, eh?” Mason says as he pours some paint into his paint tray.

“Yeah, I am trying to make it all fresh and classic,” I reply.

“I love this old house.”

“Me too. So tell me about your work,” I ask him as I paint.

“I’m a Navy SEAL.”

“Have you always wanted to do that?”

“Pretty much. I loved scuba diving and the ocean when I was young, appreciated discipline, and loved to train hard.”

I can see that.

“Those things kind of went together,” he adds.

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