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Katy was deep in sub mode. She had no idea her best friend was watching. She lay over a spanking bench, her bare ass a solid pink that indicated she’d received a long line of slaps already. Her eyes were closed, her head lying on one side so Mason could clearly see her face. She was peaceful. The scene was almost over, judging by her expression.

It wasn’t a sexual experience this time. It had been a release of endorphins.

Mason wrapped his arms around Jenna from behind. He settled his palms under her breasts and felt her chest heave with each breath. When he glanced down at her face, her cheeks were flushed, her bottom lip tucked in between her teeth as he’d seen so many times.

Was she turned on? Oh God. He watched her. She watched Katy, seemingly unaware he wasn’t enjoying the same view she was.

Her breath hitched each time Rafe swatted his wife. Jenna squirmed and crossed her legs. Holy shit. She was aroused. All the signs were there. Wrapping her arms up from under his, she gripped his forearms.

Mason stared at her fingers where they turned white from holding him so tight. Each of her fingers dug into his darker skin, the contrast making his cock grow harder.

Mason stroked his thumbs under her breasts, subtly at first and then increasing the pressure when she didn’t flinch. He grazed the underside of both breasts over and over. Her breathing increased, and her eyes glazed. She blinked several times, trying to keep her gaze on Katy, but fighting against the need obviously growing in her own body.

Mason kissed her temple, hanging on to the disbelief that she was aroused. He wouldn’t let himself fully internalize what might be happening before him.

He lifted his gaze to Rafe and found the scene winding down. Rafe rubbed his hands over his wife’s buttocks, soothing the areas he’d covered with pink lines of pleasure/pain. Several minutes passed, and then Rafe unbuckled Katy from the bench, covered her with a soft blanket, and lifted her into his arms.

It was then Rafe saw Mason and froze. He set a hand over Katy’s face and held her steady against his chest. Katy was clearly in a deep sub space, her eyes closed and mouth open, but Rafe didn’t want to risk jarring her at that moment. He loved the woman and would protect her at all costs. He shook his head in Mason’s direction and lifted one open palm up from under Katy. With his fingers spread, Mason clearly read his meaning. He needed five minutes alone before he could face Mason and Jenna.

Mason nodded and stepped back several paces, towing Jenna with him. He didn’t release his grip around her waist. In fact he held her tighter. He didn’t want her to speak then, and he couldn’t fathom being separated from her. If anything, she needed as much comfort as Katy at that moment.

Rafe passed by them and headed to a sitting area.

Jenna opened her mouth, but Mason set his lips on her ear. “Shh. Give her some time.”

They stood rooted to their spot for several heartbeats, Jenna breathing heavily and Mason holding her steady. He stepped back a few more paces and leaned against a wall. Finally he turned her around in his arms and lifted her chin with one finger. “I didn’t know they would be here. I never would have brought you here if I’d suspected.”

“Katy told me they had plans to go to the movies,” Jenna mumbled.

“That’s what I thought. Something must have changed.”

“Although obviously she’s never told me they came here before, so who knows how often she’s fabricated a story?” Jenna grinned. She didn’t sound angry.

“I’m sure anything she’s ever told you was done with love to preserve your feelings.”

Jenna chewed on her lip and then leaned her forehead on Mason’s chest.

It felt so right having her there. So fucking fantastic. And she wasn’t running.

Mason waited. He’d give her all the time she needed. For anything. He was that whipped right then.

Finally she lifted her face. “Is there anything else you aren’t telling me?” She smiled and cocked her head to one side.

Mason chuckled. “Nope. That covers it.”

“I don’t know what to say. I’m shocked. You knew I would be. I’m going to need some time.”

“I know. I didn’t expect you to stay this long. I thought you would have run screaming long ago.”

“I don’t know why I haven’t, to be honest. I’m tied in knots right now. My mind is running in ten directions. I can’t begin to process all this.”

Mason rubbed her biceps. “Totally expected. I’ve placed more on your plate than any one person usually faces in a lifetime, and I did it all in one evening.” He smiled at her, but then grew serious. “I need you to understand that I’m a Dom. I’ve never had a woman outside of this life, at least not for many years. Not since college. I don’t date. I don’t do flowers.” He grinned at the irony.