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  The reminder that he was in the military sent a slow tension coiling through her body. “How long…have you been in?”

  “Ten years. I joined after I finished college.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “I’m impressed. Most people join to get help with college. You joined after?”

  He nodded, pulling a brick of cheese from the fridge and then a bottle of wine. “Three generations of the men in my family have all joined. I grew up knowing I’d join up someday. I just decided to put college first—I got a full ride on a football scholarship.”

  Now why didn’t that surprise her? Abby ran her gaze over his shoulders again and bit her lip to keep from sighing.

  “So you’re career military?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  Her stomach sank a little. What, were you hoping he’d only be in for a short stint so you could justify getting serious with him? Dream on, Abby. You know what you’re getting into this weekend. Don’t get attached.

  Mason held up the bottle of wine. “Do you like cheese? And is red wine okay?”

  She smiled, forcing away the cloud of reality that threatened their intimate moment. “I’m addicted to cheese, and you score points on the red wine. Actually, I finish each day with a glass of red wine and a square of dark chocolate.”

  “Nice. I can do the wine, but I don’t keep any chocolate in the house.” He winked and began to slice the cheese.

  Abby watched his hands, big with long thick fingers, slicing the cheese with quick strokes. When he’d laid out a good amount of slices, he reached into the cupboard and pulled out a loaf of bread. He made quick time cutting chunks of the dark rye and then arranging them next to the cheese.

  “Man, you’re kind of good at that,” she murmured.

  “That’s another thing about my family. We like to cook.” He set the plate on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. “Dig in. I’ll pour you some wine.”

  “Thank you.” She snagged a piece of cheese and took a bite just as her stomach growled. Wincing, she looked up to see if he’d heard, but he was busy filling her glass of wine. She really should’ve grabbed a snack after the club.

  “Is it good?” He handed her a glass of wine.

  “It’s really good.” She took a sip of wine, closing her eyes as the liquid warmed her body. “Mmm. Thank you, Mason.”

  The man had a certain class that she hadn’t expected. Then again, she’d never given him the chance to find out otherwise.

  “You’re welcome, Abby.”

  Her name on his lips was sweet and sensual. He walked around the counter and stood next to her. Abby’s fingers trembled and she dropped the cheese onto the plate.

  He lifted his own wine glass and tapped hers. “Here’s to a weekend that should have happened a month ago.”

  He held her gaze while they both took a sip of wine, and her knees went weak at the intent in his eyes. She lowered her gaze and picked up another piece of cheese.

  Mason walked across the room and turned on the stereo, filling the room with the smooth notes of Miles Davis.

  “So, tell me, Abby,” he murmured, moving slowly back towards her. “What happened in the field tonight—was it too much for you?”

  “Too much?” Her voice sounded hoarse to her own ears. “What do you mean?”

  He lifted a piece of bread to her mouth and she parted her lips, closing her teeth over it. While she ate it, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

  “I mean was I too aggressive for you?”

  Did he mean the whole dominating thing? Her nipples tightened and she forced the bread down her throat. Too aggressive? Hardly. An unknown, untapped fantasy was more like it. And maybe that’s what this weekend should be about. Having fun and exploring her every desire.

  “No, you weren’t too aggressive, Mason.” She met his gaze. “I liked it. I liked it a lot.”

  *

  Mason caught his breath. God, she was so damn sexy. He wanted her again. Maybe he was acting like a kid given a shopping spree in a candy store, but he planned on taking full advantage of the deal they’d made. Especially now, after her bold confession. “Good.” He took the glass of wine out of her hand and set it down on the counter next to his own.

  “Take off your shirt, Abby.”

  Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Now?”

  She’d given him the go ahead, let’s see how far she’d let him take it. “Well, you did agree to play by my rules. You’re not going to break that little bargain of ours just yet, are you? I might have to spank that sweet ass of yours.”

  Her lips curled upward and her tongue darted across her mouth. “Oh, well now…that might be kind of fun.”

  Hmm. Another thing he’d have to remember. She liked the idea of being spanked. He took a step forward and she giggled, throwing her hands up in front of her.

  “Okay, okay!” Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and jerked it over her head.

  The blood in his veins pulsed faster at the sight of her lace-covered breasts. “Now your bra.”

  She took a deep breath and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding the straps off each shoulder. She pulled the purple scrap of lace off her breasts and let the bra drop to the floor. Oh, sweet God. He wanted to step forward and touch her, but that would screw up the entire striptease.

  “The skirt.” His voice came out hoarse.

  Her fingers were shaking as she unzipped the skirt and wiggled her hips so it fell down at her feet. She stepped away from it and reached down for the buckle on her heels.

  “Did I tell you to take off your heels, Abby?”

  She straightened up. “I just assumed—”

  “Don’t assume. Leave the shoes on.” She looked so damn sexy, and the shoes just made the fantasy level go up.

  “Okay.” She nodded and started to cross her arms across her breasts.

  He closed the distance between them, grabbed her wrists, and gently tugged her arms away from her body.

  Now that they were inside and under the lights, he could see every curve and swell of her body. Her breasts were large and crowned by fat, raspberry-colored tips. Her stomach and hips were full and pale, with smooth pink pussy lips peeking out between her soft thighs.

  “Don’t cover yourself, Abby. You’re a sexy woman, and I wanna look at you.” He needed to ease her surprising moment of shyness. He lowered his head and brushed his mouth across hers.

  She made the sweetest little sighing noise and pressed her body against his, opening her mouth under his lips. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness and sucking on her tongue.

  The kiss deepened, growing more urgent. He finally jerked away, their ragged breathing just audible over the music. He reached his hands between them to cup her breasts, running his thumbs over the firm tips.

  “Mason…” She moaned and covered his wrists with her fingers.

  He stepped back, letting her go as he went to the couch and sat down. Crooking his finger towards her, he murmured, “Come here, baby.”

  She smiled and walked towards him, her hips swinging as her high-heeled feet moved across the carpet.

  When she was standing in front of him, he opened his legs so she could stand between them. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently urged her to her knees in front of him. Had he gone too far? His worries were eased when he watched her eyes—sure enough, there was a shimmer of excitement in them.

  Without even having to ask her, she seemed to know what he wanted. Her pretty manicured fingernails went to work unbuttoning his fly, and then pulling down the zipper. His blood pounded through his veins and his cock grew harder than it already was.

  Lifting his hips, Mason shoved his pants and briefs down to his knees. His erection sprang free and her soft hand immediately wrapped around it. The air hissed from between his compressed lips and he closed his eyes.

  “I like your penis, Mason.” Her silky fingers trailed over his length before wrapping arou
nd it. “It’s soft, smooth, and so pretty.”

  His gaze snapped back open, his body shaking with silent laughter. “Did you just call my dick pretty?”

  “Well, it is.” She giggled and dipped her head. A second later her tongue laved a wet swipe over his head. “And yummy.”

  “Abby.” He groaned and weaved his fingers into her hair, encouraging her head down to his cock again. He wanted to feel her mouth on him. Now.

  She gave a husky laugh and traced her tongue over the head of his penis, alternately licking and sucking at him, while her hand slipped between his thighs to cup his sac.

  Her mouth opened wider around him and she moved her lips down on his erection, bringing a good amount of his dick into her hot, satiny mouth. The head of his cock touched the back of her throat, but she didn’t gag. Just gave a tiny moan of pleasure, sending vibrations down his shaft.

  “Oh God, Abby.” He threw his head back against the couch, pumping his hips against her mouth as she sucked him.

  Her head bobbed up and down as his cock slammed into her throat. His sac tightened and every part of his body tingled—he knew he was going to lose it.

  Mason wrapped his hands around her ribcage and pulled her up onto the couch so she was straddling his lap. He lifted her breasts into his hand, pinching the pink nipples with his fingers.

  She made the sweetest sigh as her nails bit into his shoulders. Dipping his head, he drew one pink tip into his mouth and sucked. He could smell the flowery perfume between her breasts as he licked and bit at her sweet nipples.

  Drawing hard on one peak, he twisted the other nipple between his fingers.

  “Mason!” she whimpered and squirmed against him. “Please!”

  He released her nipple from his mouth with a popping sound. “Please what, baby?”

  “Take me again.” She wiggled so her pussy lips rubbed against his dick.

  His breath caught, and he slid his hand down her belly and into the thick folds of her pussy. Hot, silky cream coated his fingers. He was tempted to take her this way again.

  But the urge to try something different came on stronger.

  “Mason…” She sighed, all the teasing gone from her gaze.

  His sac tightened and he choked out, “Get on the floor on your hands and knees.”

  He stood and went to his bedroom, heading straight to his dresser. He scavenged through the drawer until he found what he needed. His pulse pounded as he pried the object from the plastic container. He fumbled in the drawer for batteries and put them in the toy, then headed back to the living room.

  The desire that ran through his blood softened a little when he saw her on the ground as he’d instructed. She was so eager to please, to obey. A confusing wave of tenderness swept through him.

  He gave a slight smile and his gaze rested on the pale globes of her round ass. What would it feel like to fuck that sweet asshole? Easy. You just got her into bed. One thing at a time.

  She turned to look over her shoulder at him and her eyes brightened.

  “Oh. I have one of those toys at home.” She giggled. “You know what, Mason? I like the way you think.”

  Chapter 5

  Kicking aside his briefs and pants, he came to kneel behind her.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Abby?” he asked curiously.

  He watched the rosebud between her cheeks pucker and tighten, as if the thought worried her. He ran a hand down her back, loving the smoothness of her skin.

  She was silent for a moment. “Occasionally with my last boyfriend, but he wasn’t nearly as big as you.”

  Mason tried to think about the roundabout compliment, instead of the image of her with another man. The idea of her and some other guy…his jaw clenched and he had to literally shake his head to kick out the vision.

  “Did you want to try…now?”

  The worry in her voice made him laugh softly.

  “No, we don’t have to try it right now, baby.” He moved his hand down her ass and between her legs to rub her swollen clit.

  “Oh, thank God. I’m still a bit sore from having you up front.” She gasped and moved against his hand. “Mason.”

  He laughed. She was so damn cute. “You really know how to feed a guy’s ego. Here, let’s get this on you.”

  Mason helped her step into the toy, securing the strap around her waist and centering the butterfly over her clit. This was going to be fun. Paulette had never let him use it on her—he’d never even taken it out of the package before today. God, that relationship hadn’t ended soon enough.

  He turned the switch on and the toy buzzed to life.

  “That feels really good.” Abby’s husky comment snapped him out of his thoughts about his ex-fiancée.

  Abby. Now she was a girl a guy could fall for. Sexy, funny, real. As if needing to reiterate how real she was, and that she was actually here, he touched her again. Rubbing his fingers over the slit of her pussy, feeling the vibrations against his fingers. “You like that, baby?”

  “Oh God, yeah.”

  “How about this?” He pushed two fingers inside her wet cunt. The slippery, hot walls clenched around him and he growled.

  “Mmm. Yeah.”

  He moved his fingers in and out, stroking the hot satin walls of her vagina. Her breathing grew heavier and more cream coated his fingers. She started to moan as the vibrating toy strapped to her clit buzzed steadily.

  “Mason…” She moaned.

  “Do you like this?”

  “Mmm…” She pushed down onto his hand. “You drive me wild.”

  “I hope so.” He upped the speed on the toy and then brought his free hand back to stroke the curve of her ass.

  “I think…oh God…I think I’m going to come.”

  “Do it. Come for me, Abby.” He plunged his fingers faster into her cunt. Harder.

  She gasped and the slick walls clenched around his fingers. Her body shuddered as she orgasmed, her ass rose and fell as her thighs shook. Her knees seemed to give out and she started to fall forward.

  Mason slipped his arm around her waist and held her upright, so she remained on all fours.

  “Where are you going, baby?” He leaned over her, his cock sliding between her thighs but not entering her. “We’re just getting to the fun part.”

  He pulled back and grabbed his cock, lining it up with the swollen folds of her pussy.

  With a flex of his hips, he embedded himself to the hilt.

  “Oh.” Her cry was guttural as she clenched around him again.

  Christ. He closed his eyes and savored the feeling of being inside her. Being inside her felt so damn right. So damn good.

  He pulled back out a bit, and then slid back in. Her body stretched around him, accommodating him.

  “Ah…” She took a deep breath. “Harder, Mason.”

  He clenched his jaw and thrust harder into her, kissing her womb. Abby gave a long moan, and her thighs trembled.

  “You like it hard, baby?”

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Fuck me, Mason. Fuck me like you want to. Hard and fast.”

  Her words set him on fire, and he moved both his hands to grip her hips. He pulled out an inch and then thrust hard back into her.

  “Do you like my big cock inside you?” he asked, and lightly slapped the side of her ass cheek. “Do you like me fucking your tight little pussy?”

  She gasped, sounding more excited after the slap on her ass. He delivered another slap, increasing his pace into her hot cunt. His body thrummed, loving her response and wanting more.

  “Tell me, Abby.”

  “Oh, God. Yes! I like it.”

  He slapped her ass again. “You like it or love it?”

  “I love it.”

  The next spanking was even harder.

  “Mason.” She gasped, her muscles clenching around him as she climaxed. Her body shuddered, her thighs shaking.

  He thrust in fast, hard, until the spasms inside her body transferred to his cock and he went o
ver the edge. His sac tightened right before he came inside her, spilling his cum into her cunt.

  “Abby!” he choked out, thrusting deep, staying there until he was spent.

  His heart was still pounding as he moved his hands in a gentle caress over her ass.

  She was amazing. Would two days of having Abby in his house purge him of his desire for her? Not fucking likely. That scared the hell out of him. He didn’t want anything more than short term. Paulette had wrecked that for him and good.

  Abby was the first woman he’d brought back to the house since he split with his ex-fiancée. He hadn’t wanted to let a woman get that close, it was just too much trouble when he got sent away. But with Abby, it was different. Not only did he want her in his house, the thought of her leaving had his gut clenching.

  But how the hell could he ever trust another woman? Any time he went TDY he’d be a mess, wondering whether his woman was out fucking some other guy. No. He needed to keep this a weekend thing with Abby.

  Easier said than done.

  She was still trembling when he pulled out of her and stood. He slipped his hands under her arms and lifted her to her feet, then turned her around.

  “Thank you, Abby.” Tilting a thumb under her chin, he forced her head up and then crushed his mouth down on hers.

  Her body seemed to waver and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him back, dueling her tongue with his and pressing her lush body against him.

  Mason lifted his lips from her mouth and laid his forehead against hers.

  “Did you like it?”

  She nodded, her cheeks turning pink. “Umm, yes. Especially that part where you…spanked me. I’ve never had that done before.”

  His smile was slow and pleasure spread through his blood. “Yeah?” He gave her ass a light smack again. “I’ll remember that. Are you hot?”

  She giggled and lowered her eyelashes. “I’m covered in sweat, what do you think?”

  “I think you just got thoroughly fucked. But you could be hot, too.”

  She slapped his chest playfully. “I can barely stand up. My legs are still shaking.”