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she could feel the tip of him, teasing into her. She pushed back with her hips, looking to sheathe him fully inside of her, but he maneuvered away, keeping just the tip of him in contact with her. “Oh, baby, it’s not going to be that easy,” he said. “I have to make you come twice, remember?”
     
    He pulled her ever so slightly towards him, just enough that she could pull her knee up and ease the pressure on her lower back, and he could reach the front of her body and tease her clit with his thumb. Pinioned between his cock and his thumb, with him moving along with her so that she couldn’t get more contact from either his cock or his hand, she came to a shuddering orgasm, biting furiously at her arm to keep from screaming as the waves shook her.
     
    Once again, he didn’t wait for the aftershocks to finish before he was plunging into the full length of her. He was surging, fast and hard, grunting, slamming, their flesh slapping together. “Come for me, baby,” he whispered, almost to himself. “Please, do it, scream for me, won’t you, scream for me, please.”
     
    She came again, before the first had entirely finished, but she bit the mattress and choked back the sounds that wanted—needed—to come boiling out of her. He didn’t, though; he came, cursing and swearing, drilling so deep inside of her that she thought she’d split in two with the urgency of it. But she didn’t make a sound.
     
    He fell to the side of her, pulling her along with him, and he chuckled gently as she curled into his shoulder. “Looks like I’m getting pegged sometime soon,” he said, stroking her hair back from her face.
     
    “If you’re okay with that,” she said. In the heat of the moment, it was the most challenging thing she’d been able to think of, given his own fondness for that sort of play, but some guys loved to play with a girl’s ass, but panicked at the idea of someone liking theirs.
     
    He laughed again, and she could feel his skin heating with a flush. “I actually like it. Kind of a lot. But—you know, it’s not an easy thing to bring into a conversation.”
     
    “Hi, I love you, fuck my ass. Yeah, I can see how that doesn’t flow off the tongue.”
     
    He laughed harder and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her in a grip that should have been too tight, but was instead perfectly reassuring. She could feel him relaxing, feel those last vestiges of guard falling away, feel him falling down into sleep. She wanted to follow him, easy and soft, but when she closed her eyes, she saw that cop staring at her, harsh and cruel, and she couldn’t quite let it go. Not even here.
     

 
    CHAPTER SIX
     
    When she woke up, Mason wasn’t in bed with her. She slid her hand out over the depression in the mattress where he had been, and found it still warm. He hadn’t been up all that long, then. She stretched, feeling her spine pop in a few places. Caroline had slept hard, and had woken up once to Mason feverishly kissing her neck, murmuring something into her skin that she hadn’t quite understood.
     
    She’d urged him into her then, felt the nightmare in his flesh, even if he didn’t tell her about it in words, and if he found relief in her, then she was glad of it. And that time, when he begged, she did scream for him, over and over, as he kept her riding the edge of an orgasm for so long that she thought her world would end in a sea of sparkles amidst darkened vision.
     
    Afterwards, he’d cried, his head pillowed on her breasts, and she’d stroked his hair in its braid, smoothing it away from his face and murmuring comforting words.
     
    She slipped out of the bed; he’d left a folded T-shirt out for her, and she pulled it over her head. It was gigantic, the lower hem hanging down well past the bottom of her butt. But it was comfortable, well worn, the kind of T-shirt that she would shamelessly steal. She went to the bathroom and peed, then stepped out into the main room.
     
    She