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Jenna nodded, as much as she could with his grip on her head. “I bought a dress,” she muttered. “It’s at home.”

Mason grinned. “All right then. Let’s go to dinner—your world—and then swing by your place to change—my world.” He kissed her lips and stepped back, motioning dramatically with a bow for her to pass him into the bedroom.

A low whistle escaped his lips as she passed. “God, woman. I love that pink look on your ass.”

Jenna flushed and felt the heat as it coursed down her body, making her acutely aware of her tender flesh.

Twenty minutes later they were dressed and headed out the door. Jenna offered to drive her car or at least take it back to her place, but Mason shook his head. “We’ll deal with it later.” He held her hand as he tugged her toward his Camaro and didn’t release her until the last second as she settled into the passenger seat.

After he started the engine and backed into the street, he set his palm on her knee and squeezed. His fingers were so long and his palm so wide, he swallowed her thigh, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. He was dominant and possessive even in her “world” as he called it. He probably didn’t realize it. But she loved it. She had no idea how to process that yet, but there was something about his mannerisms that made him caring and protective rather than condescending and overbearing. The feminist in her thought she should slap him, but he didn’t bring that out. He doted on her, but it wasn’t insulting.

They pulled up to a restaurant, and he turned toward her. “I heard this place makes the best burgers.”

She smiled at him. “They do. I’ve been here.” He hadn’t asked her where she wanted to go or if she liked burgers, but he’d driven straight to this family-owned hamburger joint between both their homes, and she hadn’t been kidding. Their food was excellent.

They ate like any other normal couple, at least to the naked eye. Mason selected the table, chose where Jenna would sit, and angled himself next to her. Until he needed to grab his messy burger with both hands, he’d kept one hand on her knee and caressed her thigh until she thought she’d go mad from the proximity to her pussy. He never quite reached high enough, and he damn well knew it. He even smirked a few times.

She wished she had the balls to lay her hand over his cock and squeeze, but couldn’t imagine what his reaction might be to something so bold. Turnabout didn’t seem like fair play in his world.

By the time they had finished and driven to her apartment, she was a mess of nerves. Her hands shook as she fiddled to find her keys in her purse, and Mason casually took it from her grasp, easily located the key, and opened the front door.

“I’ll just be a minute.” She headed down the short hall to her room, but he followed her. Of course.

When she grabbed the bag with the dress in it, she held it out to him and nibbled on her bottom lip. “You wanna approve it first?”

He raised one eyebrow and took it from her. “I’m sure it’s perfect.” He pulled it out and held it up by the thin straps at the top. A smile spread across his face. “Love it. You bought this on your own?”

She glanced at the dress, wondering what the hell she’d been thinking. It looked like it would cover less flesh than she remembered. “No. Katy helped. She picked it out, actually.”

“Katy has good taste. Put it on.”

Jenna knew he meant now, here, and in front of him. She’d been to this rodeo several times already. He didn’t permit any level of modesty. He didn’t seem to understand the concept or internalize that not all women were accustomed to dropping their clothes and stripping in front of a man, even one they’d already fucked.

Trying not to think about it, Jenna removed her jeans and T-shirt. When she reached for the dress, he jerked it out of reach. “Take the rest off. This dress was meant to be worn naked underneath.”

Jenna flushed again. Spending time with Mason would forever keep her face pink from flushing and her back pink from whippings. She did as he requested and held her arms up when it became obvious he intended to lower the dress over her head himself.

The material settled over her body, fitting her perfectly, accentuating her narrow waist where the transparent middle section framed her. The black leather that covered her breasts did little to provide any protection, and she knew it would be obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra as soon as she turned around. The entire back section was made of the sheer black see-through material until it reached the leather skirt section that began above her crack and barely covered her ass.

Jenna felt decidedly naked all of a sudden. She shivered as Mason stepped back and scrutinized her seriously. What if he didn’t like it?