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Mason released her hands, lifted her by the waist, and carried her down the hall as she wrapped her legs around him. She didn’t speak as she settled her forehead against his.

When they reached the bedroom, Mason wasted no time strutting across to the bed and depositing her in the center, coming down on top of her with her legs encircling him. His cock nudged her entrance, and he held his breath as he reached for a condom on the bedside table. He wiggled free of her legs only long enough to roll the latex down his length, and then he was inside her.

God she was beautiful. Her legs fell open wider as her head tipped back, elongating her neck. Her mouth hung open on a soft moan, and she gripped his biceps with both hands as though he might escape if she did otherwise.

Mason pursed his lips and held himself deep inside her, not wanting to move and ruin the moment by coming too soon. He’d been so close for so long, he didn’t think he could last more than a few strokes. He’d needed her since she’d first slid the damn dress over her head, and his need had increased as he’d guided her through the club, listening to her subtle noises as she took in the entire scene. Her naïveté only made him want her more.

When she lowered her face to his, her eyes were half-mast, her cheeks a deep pink. “Move.”

He couldn’t deny her that. Releasing a slow breath, he set his hands on both sides of her face and held her gaze while he made love to her with more passion than he’d ever felt. Each stroke reached into his soul. God, he was lost to this woman.

As soon as Jenna set her face in the telltale sign she was going to come, he went over the edge right alongside her. He never wanted it to end, and he didn’t move from on top of her until she squirmed. “You’re gonna squish me to death.”

Reluctantly he pulled out, deposited the condom in a tissue, and curled up beside Jenna, unwilling to break contact with her. She melted into him as he tugged her back against his front and settled his face against her hair.

He didn’t utter a word. He couldn’t. If he did, he was afraid he might say something that would scare her off…

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The bell rang over the door to Jenna’s shop on Friday, and she lifted her face to find Mason strolling into Ribbons and Bows at lunch time. She grinned from ear to ear. She did that a lot lately. The man had some sort of power over her. He called or came by every day. Three times he’d sent flowers, which made her chuckle since they were from her own store.

“Lunch,” he called as he sauntered into the shop, filling the entire space. She swore she could smell his personal musk over the roses she was arranging in front of her.

“Thank God. I’m starving.” She was alone in the store right then, but she could duck into the back room and stuff her face. If a customer came in, it would be easy enough to pop out front and greet them.

The sandwiches Mason unpacked from his brown paper bag were from her favorite sub shop, and she greedily grabbed one before he could open the chips.

He chuckled. “Didn’t you eat breakfast?” He unwrapped his own sub and stared at her, in no hurry to consume the soft bread and thick slices of ham and turkey.

“Hours ago,” she mumbled around a bite. “I got here early, and it’s been a busy morning.” She shoveled food into her mouth as she spoke. “Besides, this is delicious.”

Mason handed her a lemonade, and she moaned around the next bite.

“Now you’re trying to torture me.” He stepped around the counter, took the sandwich from her hand, and kissed her soundly on the lips. “If you want me to let you finish, don’t make any noises.” He stepped back, but left her heart beating rapidly in his wake.

He always packed a punch. Every day was the same. Her reaction to him didn’t lighten.

When they finished eating, Mason surrounded her against the counter again and kissed her senseless. When his hands roamed up her body, she forgot where she was.

A bell chimed in the background, and she jerked upright, wiggling under Mason’s arm and trying to compose herself before she walked out front. “Customer,” she muttered when he tried to tug her back into his embrace.

“They’ll wait a second.” He kissed her neck and nibbled a path to her ear until she giggled.

“Jenna?” a shrill voice pierced the back room from out front.

Fuck.

Jenna lurched free. Her eyes shot wide. “Damn,” she mumbled. “Shit and damn.”

“What?” Mason mouthed. He grasped her face and gazed into her eyes.

“My mother.” She moaned and rolled her eyes. “Wait here.” She glanced down at her clothes. Was she disheveled?