“Mack, you’re a tease.” She stared at him, studying his cock. “You’re still hard?”
“Semi-hard and getting there. Your body is the best thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Flatterer.”
He grinned, loving how his hands completely covered her. “You’re a handful, Cass. Fuck, you feel good.”
“You just want my mouth on your dick again.”
“Duh.”
She laughed.
He’d never had so much fun with sex before. Oh, the desire had been there, but not the way it was for Cass. He enjoyed all of it—the before, the after, and, of course, the during. But talking with her wasn’t awkward or something he had to try to feel comfortable with.
Being with Cass felt natural.
“I want to come inside you,” he said bluntly.
She blinked. “Ah, well, we talked about using condoms.” She looked uncomfortable.
“Yeah, I know. I won’t come inside you. But I want to.” He sighed and felt his body stir. “You’re so warm. And tight. I love the way you smell. The way you taste.”
She stared at him, wide-eyed. “You do?”
“You get me so fucking hard.” He rubbed himself against her belly and kept palming her breasts, riding his palms against her hard little nipples. “I like watching you come, Cass. It’s hot.” He gave her a naughty grin. “We should make a movie.”
“What?”
“Yeah, a sex movie. So I can watch you get off and masturbate to it while you’re at work.”
She just gaped at him, her face pink. But her breathing grew faster. Was she into it?
“I can go get my phone.”
“No!”
He grinned. “Such a prude. I was just teasing. As much as I’d love to watch you over and over again, I don’t want to share you with the world. Anything you record can and will come back to bite you in the ass. I truly believe that.”
She sagged back into the bed. “That’s the truth.” He leaned down to kiss her. “Real truth.” She sounded dreamy. “Mack, put a condom on. Right now.”
“Is that an order?”
“Don’t make me cuff you to the bed.”
“Promises, promises.”
***
Two hours later, when Cass should have been heading to the gym, she sat in her bed, wearing a short silk robe. Mack sat next to her, the two of them sharing a pint of vanilla caramel gelato.
“This is really good,” Mack was saying as he spoon-fed her a bite.
“Hmm.” She’d been dithering about asking him and finally blurted, “I want to take you to meet my parents on Tuesday. We’re celebrating an early Thanksgiving.”
He paused with the spoon in his mouth, still earth-shatteringly attractive with messed hair, pouty lips, and a body that didn’t quit. The boxer briefs he wore couldn’t hide the thick flesh beneath and only emphasized the corded abs and muscular thighs making her want.
Everything about Mack was the total package.
