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real. I screeched and kicked my legs but he dodged them and straddled my hips continuing his torture.
    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please stop Mason, please! ”
    He stopped suddenly and we were both panting even harder.
    “Did you just snort?”
    “No!” I exclaimed, face flaming with embarrassment.
    So I’m ticklish. Apparently.
    He didn’t respond, knowing I was lying. He just lowered his head and kissed me again. I decided that I really could get lost in his kisses. Even though it was morning, he didn’t have morning breath, no, that didn’t happen to Mason. He tasted fresh, and warm. He used the perfect amount of tongue to make my insides quiver and I savoured each and every kiss.
    He raised his head again, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then ruined the entire moment.
    “I want to taste you” He whispered.
    Oh fuck.
    Um, no! That was not going to happen.
    I stilled. Thought of different ways I could deal with his words, but as he started making his way down my body, I realised I didn’t have to deal with it. Fuck him.
    I did what I always did. I panicked.
    “Get off me.” I demanded.
    He was already moving down my body but h e stopped with his face just inches from my hips and frowned up at me. He didn’t get off me though so I repeated myself.
    “Get off me”
    “What the fuck?!” He responded, sounding bemused. He raised himself up on his arms and looked down at me.
    I didn’t answer, I rolled to my side, forced myself out from underneath him, got up and started getting dressed. I pulled on my panties and grabbed my bra and dress. As I was doing up the clasp of my bra, I noticed he was just sat on the edge of his bed, still hard, still frowning at me. I ignored him, and he didn’t say a word, it was like he was frozen. I wouldn’t give him an explanation anyway so it was good that he appeared to be lost for words.
    Stupid fucker, trying to take over, well at least he learnt his lesson...or so I thought.
    Never assume, Harper.
    Smoothing my dress over my hips, I turned to open the bedroom but didn’t get very far when he put his hands on door, either side of my head and I was caged in by his arms from behind. I could feel his breath on my neck and it caused my skin to break out in goose-bumps.
    Oh no!
    He leaned in to me, and I could feel him still hard against my ass but I forced myself to relax.
    How dare he?!
    “You need to move, I’m goin’ home now.” I declared, in a voice that was nowhere near as strong as I wanted it to be.
    “You wanna tell me what the fuck just went on, Sunshine?” He asked, although it wasn’t exactly a question, more of a demand.
    “Not really, I’d really rather just go home.” I stated.
    “Yeah? Well that’s not gonna happen.”
    I forced out a sarcastic laugh and replied. “Yeah? And that’s your decision to make...how? You can’t just keep me here!” I declared.
    “I can and I am. You were wet, you were panting, primed... ready ...then you’re dressed and walking out the door? What the fuck?”
    I growled in frustration, he didn’t move his arms, but I turned to face him anyway.
    Bad move...wrong move...ahh fuck!
    He was still naked... totally naked. My eyes drifted down his body of their own accord, I didn’t want them too, nope, I didn’t want to see his smooth chest, with his perfect washboard abs. It wasn’t right. It was the sort of body I had only ever seen on TV, or read about in books. A body most men would kill to have. It really should have been crime, to be as good-looking as he was. I had to press my thighs together to ease the ache that still lingered. His skin was a gorgeous mocha colour and I knew he must have worked out often because he had a defined ‘V’ that I just wanted to lick.
    Damn. So hot.
    One look and my libido shot through the roof, I needed to escape.
    I know it’s not normal!
    But guys, they need putting in their place once in a while. I’m not exactly saying that I’m a feminist, I wouldn’t go that far, but