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it,” she gasped.
    When she reached out to stroke his cock, he stilled her movements, pressing her hands to the pillow beside her head. “None of that. Tonight is all about you. Just enjoy.”
    “Okay.” She settled back into the mattress, sliding her legs apart. “Don’t keep me waiting. I want you inside me.”
    His laugh was a rough sound of need. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
    He kissed her, and she could taste herself on his lips. The musky scent of sex and him was all she could smell. Their tongues tangled, and her excitement expanded until there was nothing left but desperate, clawing desire. He broke away, his face flushed with lust.
    “Condom,” he croaked. He rolled away, snagging one from the box they had on the nightstand. Back in seconds, he crawled onto the bed with her and sheathed his cock.
    Kneeling between her thighs, he pulled her legs up to drape over his shoulders, turning his head to kiss her ankle. The way he skimmed his fingers down to tease her sex made her twist in reaction. It was unbearable. Her pussy was so wet, she thought she might die if he didn’t fill her. “Inside me. Now. Please.”
    He grasped his cock, rubbing it over her hard clit and slick lips. Raising her hips in offering, she bit back a whimper when he nudged the bulbous crest of his dick into her pussy. The stretch was divine as he eased his wide shaft deep inside her. Groans rolled out of them both as he began moving, and she squeezed her channel around him. He cupped her breasts in his palms, the calluses on his fingers rasping over her nipples. The intense feeling made her grab the sides of the pillow and hold tight, her breath rushing out, her heart thundering in her ears.
    A fierce smile curled his lips when he met her eyes, and she laughed. This was just too good. It got better every time. How could the best she’d ever had keep getting better? Each of his strokes hit just the right spot, which had her writhing on the sheets. His hands slid down to grip her hips, lifting her higher into his thrusts, rubbing his pelvis over her clit.
    Her legs flexed against his shoulders as she worked to take him deeper, harder. God, yes. The angle was perfect, and the speed guaranteed to drive her over the edge. She was going to come. Soon. Shivers wracked her body, pleasure radiating through her until it overwhelmed her senses.
    “I’m going to come,” he groaned, pistoning in and out of her pussy.
    Just him saying the words was enough to send her flying. Her body bowed, a high, thin scream breaking loose. Her fingers fisted in the pillow, and her pussy contracted on his cock.
    “Celia!” His rough shout only spurred her on, made it hotter for her. He shuddered between her thighs, collapsing on top of her. She held him close, her body going limp with pleasure. They lay that way for a long time, twined together, their breathing ragged gasps, their pulses slowing. It was perfect.
    If only it could stay like this forever.

Chapter Five
    “Are we shaving your head again?” Celia ran her hand down Mason’s short hair, which had grown out from the stubble in the weeks they’d been sleeping together.
    Instead of showing up at closing time, he’d made an appointment, which meant he had her full attention and she’d have a harder time escaping him to run off and have dinner elsewhere. She’d been getting better at it. Telling him about her past had scared her. She’d let him too close, and this fantasy had gone too far. It was time to bow out of this little game before she got hurt.
    “What do you think?” He met her gaze in the mirror, and she could see the turbulent emotions he was trying to keep in check. He knew she was backing away. He was too astute not to have gotten the memo. “Should I go back to bald?”
    Danger fluttered inside her that he asked her opinion. It wasn’t unusual for people to consult with their stylist, but he never had in the past. She didn’t like that he’d change himself for her. “I