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    Andie’s hand cupped his cock. She caressed it through the denim, firmly stroking his length, with a squeeze thrown in here and there for added torture. Her eyes were pure fuck-me. Any reservations she’d had were gone. Along with his resolve.
    “Let’s get out of here,” he said, and she nodded. He dug into his pocket for some cash, tossed a couple of bills on the table and pulled her out of the booth with him. He guided her forward with his hands on her waist. “Money’s on the table,” he barked at the waitress as they passed. He pressed his cock against Andie’s ass while pushing the heavy door open. Stupid move, it put him one step closer to exploding. The night air was warmer than average for June, but it had nothing on the heat they were generating. And they were still fully clothed.
    Most of the businesses along Dundas Street lived in joined brick buildings. Not many alleys existed, but lucky for him, one was nearby. His arm around Andie’s waist made it that much easier to snag her into the narrow laneway with him. The passage might’ve been four feet wide, max. No security lights came on and minimal moonlight filtered between the buildings. The darkness made it private enough to steal a couple minutes of making out, because he couldn’t wait until they got to his truck. He didn’t ask permission or give her warning. Just pressed her up against the brick wall and shoved his leg between hers to hold her in place. Her startled yip quickly melted into a low, throaty sound that made his cock ache. Shit, they’d never make it home at this rate.
    “Do you want this?” He hiked her skirt up past her hips, fingered the edge of some very tiny panties. If she said no, he was fucked. Not in a good way. “I can’t see your face. Tell me.”
    “I want you.” Her voice was soft yet hungry, and Mason didn’t miss the twist she’d put on his question. She wanted him , not this . She couldn’t have said anything sexier.
    “Lift your hips, I want to feel your ass.” Her skin was warm and firm in his hands, the tiny string disappearing between her legs a total tease. “I wish I could see you.” He tugged the scrap of material down. Pushed her naked ass against the bricks, making her jump. “Too rough?”
    “No, I-I like it.”
    “Good.” Face to her neck, he inhaled. She smelled sweet, but not artificial like perfume. Fresh and natural. Fucking delicious.
    She shivered when he got to the spot below her ear. Thrust her tits into his chest and moaned a little. Fuck. He found her mouth and swallowed the sexy little noise. Her tongue invited his in. Demanded it. Putting the brakes on this pit stop wasn’t going to be easy.
    He snaked his hands between them and under her shirt. Found two perfect handfuls encased in lace. He toyed there until her breath caught, the sound making his cock strain against the fly of his jeans. What noises would she make when he had her naked and coming? He put his hands on her hips, pushed her away from him, back to the wall. The pouty sigh she made was cute, but he wanted her moaning. Maybe even begging.
    “Mason…”
    That’d do. The whisper of his name killed the last of his control. His hands skated across the flat, smooth skin of her stomach. Lower. Fuck, she was on fire. Wet too, and smooth as everywhere else. His married buddies often complained about their wives letting themselves go, and for some reason he’d half-expected that to be the case because Andie had an ex and a kid. Shame on him.
    He sank two fingers inside her and she said his name again, her voice soft and needy.
    “Fuck, babe, you’re making me crazy.” He began working her clit with his thumb. “I can’t wait to make you come.”
     
    Andie couldn’t hold back from moaning. At this rate, he wouldn’t be waiting long. Hearing that her orgasm was his goal…deal maker.
    His skilled hands guaranteed she’d come. He touched her as if he’d done it a thousand times, as if he knew everything