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He notices me stirring and turns, those pale blue eyes steady in the dimness. "Go back to sleep, Katy. Generator's running. Everything's fine."

Sleep seems impossible with him this close. I push up on one elbow, the t-shirt I threw on after my shower riding up my thighs. "I don't want to sleep."

His gaze drops to my bare legs for half a second before he drags it back to my face. The restraint in that small movement sends heat licking down my spine.

I scoot closer until my knee brushes his hip. "You fixed the whole house in one night. Impressive."

"Whole house is falling apart. Your dad's gonna get an earful when he gets back." Mason’s voice stays flat, but the corner of his mouth twitches. "You finished college, right? What comes next for you?"

"Yeah, I graduated. Psychology. And I have zero clue what I'm doing. Grad school sounds like torture. Maybe I could apply as your HR officer instead. You'll need someone to wrangle all those people."

He smiles then, slow and real, softening the hard lines of his jaw. "You're welcome to do that. I plan to expand the company anyway. We'll be taking on more people. You'd be good at reading them."

Warmth blooms in my chest. I open my mouth to say something clever, but thunder cracks overhead so loud the windows rattle. I yelp and bury my face in his chest, arms wrapping around his solid middle.

Mason chuckles, the sound rumbling against my cheek. One big hand strokes down my back, soothing. "Easy. Just noise."

I stay pressed there, heart hammering, listening to his steady heartbeat. The girls' trip flashes through my mind again. "I still don't get why none of my friends have blown up my phone. We were supposed to meet at the airport. Are they stuck there? No one's checking if I'm okay. It's weird, right?"

"People get distracted when plans fall apart." His fingers keep their slow path along my spine. He massages my tailbone, and I jump at his touch as the sensitivity of my fall returns. "It’s just a bruise, Katy. You're safe here. That's what matters."

Another rumble of thunder rolls through the house. I flinch but don't pull away. Instead, I tilt my head up, studying the stubble on his jaw, the way his throat moves when he swallows.

Mason looks down at me. The air between us thickens. His hand stills on my lower back, palm hot through thin cotton.

He kisses me hard.

His mouth crashes into mine, hungry and certain, and I melt into it instantly. A needy sound escapes me. I clutch his shirt, pulling him closer; our tongues slide, and our teeth bump. The kiss tastes like pure want.

He lays me back on the bed without breaking contact; his massive frame hovers over me. My legs part automatically to make room for his hips, and the heavy press of him between my thighs takes my breath away.

Mason pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark now. "You drive me crazy, Katy."

I shiver and arch up, chasing his mouth again. "Then show me. I want to feel it. All of it."

He groans, dragging open-mouthed kisses along my jaw while his stubble scrapes over my hypersensitive skin; each rough pass shoots sparks straight to my throbbing clit. His broad palm slips beneath my shirt, engulfing one full breast, thumb circling and flicking the nipple until it pebbles into a tight, aching peak.

"These tits have been driving me crazy all night." He yanks the shirt up and over my head, flinging it somewhere beyond the bed. Cool air kisses my flushed skin an instant before his scorching mouth claims it.

His lips seal around one stiff nipple, sucking so hard the pleasure slices through me like lightning. I gasp sharply, fingers twisting into his short hair to hold him right there while my back arches clean off the mattress.

Mason switches to the other breast, tongue lashing the sensitive bud, teeth grazing just enough to wrench a broken moan of his name from my throat.

"Mason… fuck, that feels good."

The low vibration of his answering hum travels straight down to my dripping core. One hand continues kneading and pinching my breast while the other glides lower, fingertips tracing my stomach before hooking into the waistband of my panties. With one decisive tug, he strips them down my thighs. I lift my hips eagerly, kicking the fabric free so it flutters off the edge of the bed.

Completely bare beneath his fully clothed bulk, I feel deliciously exposed. His eyes rake over every curve, darkening with raw hunger as they settle between my spread thighs.

"Look at you. Spread open for me, that pretty pussy already glistening. You get this fucking wet just from my mouth on your tits?"

Heat floods my cheeks, but I refuse to look away. I know what I want. "Yes, now stop talking and just fuck me."

Mason rocks back onto his heels, rips his shirt off in one smooth jerk. The sight of all that dense, labor-hardened muscle and the dark trail of hair across his broad chest makes my mouth water. His hands drop to his belt. The metallic clunk and the slow rasp of his zipper cut through the pounding rain.

He shoves jeans and boxers down his thick thighs. His cock surges free—thick, veined, brutally heavy. I’m seeing him up close for the first time. My inner walls clench hard at the raw size.

Mason wraps one hand around the base and strokes himself, his eyes locked on mine. "You want this cock, Katy? Want me to fuck you until you can't think straight?"