Free Because of Sydney by T.A. Foster Page A

exquisite pain—giving me everything I wanted, only seconds later taking it away.
    I nodded. “It’s good.”
    He nuzzled in my neck, trailing wet kisses below my ear. “I could do this all morning.” He pulled out again, and I clawed against him.
    “No,” I moaned.
    “No?” he asked.
    “I mean yes.”
    “Tell me what you want, baby.” He began to fill me, I couldn’t stand the agony.
    I shook my head. I couldn’t say it. He stopped, leaving me half-satisfied. I felt the pain coiling deep inside. I needed him to release me.
    “All morning,” he whispered. His hand brushed the damp hair from my cheek. “I keep my promises.”
    “Take me back to your bed.” My eyes flashed to his.
    “And then what?” His thumb began to roll over my nipple and the pure want for him fired through my senses. My body responded to his touch, arching into him, getting hotter and wetter when he pushed inside me, calling his name when I felt desperate need gripping under my skin.
    “I’m already begging.”
    “Baby, that’s not begging.” He tipped open the shower door and walked toward the bed. My arms and legs wound tightly around him.
    He leaned forward until my back touched the sheets. I stared into his eyes. He was watching me with hunger and pleasure. The water droplets slid over his shoulders and chest. I wanted to lick every last one from his glorious body.
    He began his slow rhythmic rocking again, this time with more force and certainty. I realized the shower had given him a disadvantage. I rose to meet him, but every time I was about to come he would slow down or move just enough to make me whimper some more.
    He kissed between my breasts and my stomach, his fingers replacing the hardness that I had already become addicted to. I needed him inside me, as badly as I needed air to breathe.
    “Please, Mason,” I whispered. He was crawling on top of me.
    “What do you want, pretty girl?” His blue eyes fired with cobalt sparks.
    “I want to come. Please. I want you to feel it. All of you to feel it.” I shoved his fingers out of the way, reaching for him. I guided him, my knees falling to the side.
    “God,” he groaned as he pushed deep inside me. Our hips joined with feverish need. His lips were on mine, and I kissed him while we moved wildly against each other. I screamed as the fire tore through me, searing my veins and the heat between my legs. His hands gripped my palms as he moved inside me.
    He kissed me deeply. I looked at him. This man had literally rocked my world, and I knew I had lied to him. It wasn’t an intentional or calculated lie. I wasn’t trying to seduce him or trap him. But it didn’t matter. I had lied just the same. I was never going to be able to walk out of here without wanting more.

I walked into the office. One of these days I would get a wireless printer for the condo. For now, Eden’s printing services would have to work.
    She met me with a wide grin. “How did last night go?”
    “You know I don’t kiss and tell, girl.”
    “That is not true.” She waggled her finger at me.
    “I was wondering if you could print another file for me. I already emailed it to you.”
    “Of course. Is it about your big resort?”
    “I need to sign a few contracts. Standard stuff.” I watched as an older couple shuffled past the front door. I was the only resident under the age of sixty-five staying at the Palm.
    “I liked Sydney. Grey does too.”
    “Nice to know my nephew approves.” I smirked. It wasn’t as if Grey and I were ever going to have a heart to heart conversation about women. At least I wasn’t planning on it.
    “So there is something to approve?” Her eyebrows rose.
    I sat on the couch. Eden was relentless. “You are jumping to conclusions. We had a few drinks. I took her back to my place after.”
    “Ah-hah! I knew it. And she left this morning, right?”
    “Technically, she hasn’t left yet.” I tried to keep the smile from creeping up the corners of my mouth, but