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Gage tossed him a beer. “About time you showed up. Are you finally off work? We decided since you weren’t here to help load and move, you have to unpack the girly stuff.”

“Uh-uh. Not a chance in hell. There’s a reason I don’t have a woman of my own. You fools are dropping like flies.” He pulled a chair from the kitchen and sat. “Soon every one of you is going to have a house filled with frilly shit and flowers.”

“Hey now,” Jenna protested. “Flowers make an ordinary house a home.” She grabbed the hand Mason held out to her and sat on his lap.

Mason kissed her briefly. “And you should see what a person can do with ribbons and bows,” he muttered against her lips.

“TMI,” Rider moaned.

“On that note, I have to get home.” Rafe stood and finished his beer before tossing it in the trash. “Katy wants to go out tonight.”

“Katy does, huh?” Rider asked.

Mason rolled his eyes. “Dude, you need to get laid. Once you do, you’ll see the error of your ways.”

The other guys all stood at the same time and excused themselves.

“What about all this unpacking,” Jenna teased Rider as he stepped out the front door, the last to leave. “You just got here.”

“Yeah, about that… I have a…thing I forgot about. I’ll call you next week and see if you still need me.”

Jenna laughed as he left.

“He’s so going down.” Mason tugged Jenna under him and lay over her body on the couch. “Welcome home.” He kissed her again. “I’m so glad I no longer have to worry about you in that apartment.”

“Hey, I loved that apartment.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Okay, I loved being on my own and out from under my parents’ thumb.”

“That I’ll buy.” He rubbed her arms. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? I mean you still have a few days until Christmas if you want to change your mind.”

She shook her head and gripped his biceps. “Never.”

“You’re giving up your family fortune.” He winked.

“Yep. And I have no regrets.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She lifted her head, trying to convince him to kiss her.

“Woman, you’re always trying to control things.” He lifted his head away from her. “Can’t you relax and let me take charge for once?”

She tried to relax her body beneath him. “I’m not very good at submission.”

Mason stroked her forehead. “Not even close. But we’re going to work on that, starting now.”

“Ah, so that’s why you wanted me to move in.” She giggled, squirming beneath the hard cock pressing into her pussy.

“Among other things.” He kissed her cheek and nudged her face to one side so he could nibble a path down her neck to her collarbone.

A chill shook her body, and she gripped his biceps. “I have to go back to work, you know.”

“Nope.” He nosed her shirt to one side and licked at the top swell of her breast until she moaned.

“Really,” she whispered. “I told Mariel and David I’d be there by two.” Her mind was scattering as his beard-roughened chin dragged between her breasts.

“I might have mentioned to them that you were mistaken.”

Jenna gasped and twisted her face to see his eyes. “You didn’t.”

“Hey, I told you I was going to start working on your submissive side.” His grin was evil.

“Not where it concerns my job,” she stammered.

“This isn’t about your job, baby. It’s about what I’m going to do to you this afternoon instead of work.” He peeled her fingers off his arms and lifted both her arms over her head to hold her wrists with one hand. When he finished that task, he dragged her shirt up her body with his free hand, exposing her chest. In a flash, he yanked her shirt over her head and tossed it aside, grasping her wrists again before she could think to gain control of the situation.

Jenna’s chest heaved. Her bra felt too tight.

Mason stroked the skin along the line of the lace and then dipped a finger inside to graze it over her nipple.

Jenna bucked her chest into his touch, silently pleading for more.

Mason chuckled. “Still want to go to work, baby?”

The nonsensical noise that escaped her lips annoyed her, but words escaped her.

“I think your afternoon will be better spent right here, learning your place in this relationship.”

“My place?” She moaned. Her pussy grew wetter when he ground his cock against her.

Mason had her legs pinned, straddling them, but suddenly, he stuck one knee between her thighs and forced them apart until he had himself situated between her spread legs. The outside leg fell to the floor. The couch wasn’t big enough for that many limbs.