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she
remembered. Mason let her breath out with a whoosh. This was all cream and
gold, not the greens and purple, which had been there on her last visit.
    "Redecorated, but you wouldn't let me tell
you." Marco grinned as Mason flung her arms around him, and kissed him.
    She ignored the warning throat-clearing from Callan.
Marco was her cousin, and Callan would have to get over their loving ways if he
wanted to continue to have anything to do with her.
    Where did that come from? Okay, he wants me on my knees, but who knows what else? Deep down,
she did know though, and was fairly sure she felt the same. If only she could
get over the hurdle that her Sir was no longer Michael. That worried her most.
Michael and she had been more than Master and sub, even though they hadn't live
a 24/7 lifestyle. Intuitively, she knew Callan would be different. Of course,
he had to be. But could she understand and accept that? It was something she had
to decide if she wanted to find out.
    ****
    Callan couldn't believe the surge of red-hot
jealousy sweeping through him as Mason hugged and kissed the other man. Cousin
or not, it was too close and lovey-dovey for his liking. Before his green-eyed
monster showed, Mason drew back and stared at him. He knew exactly what that
look meant. Get over it.
    "Dinner," he said, in what he meant to be
a mild and unthreatening tone. It obviously wasn't, because Marco laughed.
    "Oh, Callan, you've got it bad." He left
the room before Callan had a chance to say anything else.
    With a smothered curse, Callan turned to Mason, who
stood grinning next to the table. "Don't say a word," he said in warning.
"Not one word. I'm possessive, okay. Accept it. What's mine is mine."
    That seemed to shake her. She blinked several times,
and cleared her throat. "Um, and that involves me how?"
    He knew fine well the look he gave her was one hundred
percent full on Dom. Her eyes widened and she swallowed several times. Good,
she needed shaking up. "You know," he said simply. "There's
something stoking between us. I know what I think it is. Are you going to be
open and honest and agree? And then let us explore it?" Callan pulled her
chair out so she could sit down, before walking round the table and seating
himself. He steepled his fingers together and made eye contact with her.
    "Maybe."
    Well, that's a start. "Then let's eat." A
knock came on the door and a waitron appeared with menus and a basket of breads.
Callan sighed. It was going to be midnight at this rate before they got to the
Dance Studio. It seemed Mason agreed because she rolled her eyes.
    "If I may?" She waved toward the
menu. Callan nodded, he didn't mind what he ate, as long as it arrived in the
next few minutes.
    "Tell Marco two of whatever he can get in here
in the next two minutes," she said to the astonished waitron. "Oh,
and bring another bowl of bread when you bring us our surprise food,
please."
    The man nodded. Apparently he was used to weird
customers because he backed out. Almost immediately, he returned. Mason looked
at her watch. "One minute and fifty-eight seconds," she said with a
smirk. "Spot on."
    "I wonder who had to wait for their meal? " Callan asked as he cut open ravioli.
    Mason giggled. "No one, Marco always has
something handy just in case someone balks at whatever they chose. The staff eat it up, or have a takeaway with what's left each
night." She forked the pasta into her mouth. "Mmm, this is
good."
    Silence reigned for a while.
    "So, what is it you want exactly?" she
asked, as she put her fork down and picked up her wine glass. "From me."
    She lifted the glass to her lips and Callan watched,
dry mouthed, his cock hard and his skin tight. He followed the play of her
muscles as her throat rippled as she swallowed. One day that'll be my cum she's swallowing. I
want her under me, me in her, her crying my name. Rosy-skinned
and hot, wet for me, showing her submission. Mason as mine for ever. His thoughts shocked him. I’ve got it
bad. It wasn't