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tip of his finger pushed inside me slowly, like a reward, and the slick slide of it all the way in felt so satisfying I couldn’t help but drop my head back.
    “If you mean it,” I gasped. “If you’re as sorry as you say—”
    “I do.” Another finger, and then he fucked me properly, pressing deep inside with his fingertips stroking my walls. “I am.”
    I had to ask, even with the pleasure soaking my senses. “Then tell me how it felt to leave me.”
    “Like my whole future was going up in flames with that ranch. Like I was actually dying.”
    The heel of his palm ground against my clit and I moaned. It wasn’t enough, but it felt so damn good my toes curled.
    I gripped the back of his neck, yanking him down over me, wanting him close, wanting his mouth on mine. I didn’t know if I could stand any more words, and I told him, “Fuck me, right now. No more talking.”
    He shrugged his jeans down his thighs, pulling a condom from his pocket.
    “I didn’t bring this for us,” he explained, but I didn’t care. All it meant to me was that he was always safe, whoever his partners.
    And there were probably countless partners. Mason was insatiable when it came to sex; there was no way he was living celibate and miserable.
    I wondered how he was living, but I cast it from my mind. It was none of my damn business, and beyond fucking him, I wanted nothing more to do with him.
    I held his cock, helping him roll on the condom and guiding him to my entrance. He trembled on the first slow thrust, his groan passed into my mouth with our kisses going careless and messy.
    “I’m sorry, Taryn,” he said again, and again I bit his lip, trying to silence his regret but still desperate for it at the same time. I was a paradox, and so was he. I didn’t know what either of us really wanted.
    “Harder,” was all I could manage, and he obliged, his strokes pushing me up the counter.
    I wrapped my legs around him and gripped his shoulders for support, fingernails digging into his hot skin as he held me close and fucked me, his tongue slick in my mouth and his cock filling me up with delicious friction. All my nerves lit as I clung to him for dear life, as he drove me helplessly upwards until I was gasping and trembling.
    As a young man he’d been an awesome lover. We knew each other so intimately that the sex was always amazing.
    This was new and thrilling, but familiar too. He knew how to angle his cock to hit me where it felt good and I knew how to kiss him, how to claw at his back, how to clench my muscles to make him crazy. But he was still a stranger to me, a dark figure with feverish eyes and danger on his lips. A killer for hire.
    I moaned, my breath hitching. The thought should’ve made me sick but, in that mad moment, it didn’t.
    Mason kissed my throat, my collarbone. He cupped my breast and sucked softly on my nipple.  I imagined him with a weapon, swiftly taking the life of some criminal, and arched my back.
    It was wrong. I was so messed up I couldn’t see straight.
    Sweat slicked between us, a sheen across Mason’s strong chest, and I raked my fingernails down it, dragging a hot moan out of him.
    “Taryn,” he said breathlessly, his barely coiled body telling me how bad he wanted to come.
    “Harder,” I told him, wanting everything he could give.
    I was going to come, feeling my muscles tighten around him, and he matched his thrusts to long, purposeful strokes, his hand pressing into the sweating heat between us to rub two fingers over my clit.
    “Oh God ,” I groaned, throwing my head back as I rocked on his cock and his fingers, feeling all the heat in my body sink and flood between my legs.
    Mason groaned, too, his movements going erratic as the squeeze of my muscles pulled his orgasm out of him right after me.
    He buried his face against my throat, his body shaking as he came. I found myself stroking his back, easing him through the aftershocks. It was too tender, too raw, but I couldn’t stop