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“I like it when you talk that way to me.” I grin and run my tongue over the shaft of his pulsating length.

“Cause you make me feel good, baby.”

His chest tightens, face slackening with pleasure. He runs his hands over my stubble and holds my jaw in place as he thrusts into the heat of my mouth. The tip of his dick bites into the back of my throat. Wet, sloppy sound scrape out of me as I gag repeatedly around his engorged length.

“That’s it, baby. Take it all for me.” He groans, eyes half-closed and laden with raw need.

I like this side of Mason. The side that takes control of everything. As a first timer, I like surrendering myself to him. I didn’t think I would, but I do. I like the way he talks to me. The way he looks at me.

I hold steady, taking him all the way to the base, savoring the pain and pleasure of his wicked embrace. I slide the saliva that runs across his balls into his hole, working him open and sliding my fingers into his tight heat. I meet every thrust of his length with my fingers buried into him.

“Shit, damn, your mouth…” he curses under his breath and clenches his hole around my fingers. “Fuck,” he makes a low and wrecked sound, then he lets out a ragged groan as he gives into the intense hit of his release, flooding into my mouth. Salt and skin explode at the back of my throat, and his release slides down my lips, gliding down his spent dick. I don’t stop going. I lick all over his dick, over the crooked vein at the side, down to the shaft, and back to the crown.

“Too sensitive, Saint.”

“You think you can still fuck me?” I let go of his dick with a pop.

Surprise glazes over his pretty eyes. “You want me to?”

I rest my jaw on his stomach and nod in agreement. “Yes, I do. I have never done it before, so you have to be careful.”

“I will.”

“Did I do well?”

“Yeah, you did,” He smirks. “Now get over here. My turn, baby.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

MASON

Saint’s body reels from the fact that I called him baby. He lies primly on the bed, breathing raggedly with want. Raw and intense warmth. He stretches his hand over his head and opens the nightstand. He lifts the bottle of lube from the drawer and hands it to me. I take it from him and set it aside. I don’t need it now.

“Have you ever been kissed here?” I place my hand on his ribcage.

“Baby, I have never been kissed anywhere. You’re the first man to kiss me.” His hands rest on my cheeks. I press a kiss to his heart and hear the sharp, consistent thud against his ribcage.

His heart beats for me. If only he knew he was sleeping with a liar. A fraud. A spy.

Betrayal scalds hot in my veins, but my trembling fingers caress the ink on his skin.

I won’t ruin this for him.

I can’t ruin this moment, not when it feels so real to me, too.

This isn’t the first time I have had sex or kissed someone, but this is the first time I’ve felt something truly real.

Something that pushes the boundaries of everything I have ever known.

My lips linger across his skin, and I take my time exploring every inch of him.

His hard nipples. Every fucking scar on him. The veins on his neck. His rigid packs leading up to his delicious V-line. I grip his thick dick in my hand and smile as I take him into my mouth.

This time, I don’t have to focus on anything else but him.

Because I want this, I’m into this.

I’m not making love with him simply because of a contract, or because I’m terrified of the consequences of Vincent’s threats to my life.