Page 48 of High Sea Seduction

I look down and try to concentrate on the document filling my screen. “Umm… yes.”

“Good.”

I squeal as he buries his face between my ass cheeks and tongues me from front to back. My legs turn liquid, and I barely manage to catch myself on the counter before I end up in a heap on the floor.

He stops after that one lick and stands. “I’m going to get us a drink. Read it before I get back.” He kisses me, and I taste my pungent need on his lips. As he walks away, I struggle to pull my attention from his fine ass to whatever the hell he’s so insistent on me reading.

At first, the words are small and meaningless to me. I turn my phone to landscape position, and the words flare up and smack me between the eyes.

Still I stare at the row after row of “Negative” before I raise my head. “You sent me your medical history?”

He takes the wine out of the chiller and pours one glass before filling another with water. “Yes. And I peeked at yours.”

“You didwhat?” I screech.

He comes toward me, one hand holding out the glass of wine. “I did it to save time. I thought you’d do the same by reading my email before I picked you up. I knew you hadn’t seen mine since you didn’t give me the hard time you’re about to right now. Before you do, let me see if I can save you the time we could be using to fuck. You submitted to the mandatory test required for the IL trips. I wasn’t planning to be on one till two days ago. I did mine yesterday. As you can see, I’m clean. So are you. We’re free to fuck each other raw—and you can take that whichever way you want to. You have ten seconds to debate whether you want to spend another hour arguing with me or getting the fucking you’ve been begging for since we walked in.”

I shake my head and toss my phone back on the counter. “You’re fucking unbelievable. Is it just the size of your bank account that makes you think you can— What the hell are you doing?” I yelp. “Dammit, Mason, put me down!”

16

KEELY

The arms banding my waist don’t free me. I’m marched across the kitchen to the breakfast island and set down before a bar stool.

His foot roughly kicks out my ankles and he pushes me forward. I land on my stomach, and my arms flail wildly before I grab hold of the stool legs to steady myself.

“Mason, I seriously hope you’re not going there again!” I use the leverage on the stool to rise, but the hand on my back prevents me from straightening.

Apprehension climbs into my throat as he leans in close enough to feel his breath wash over my ear.

“You will learn to believe me when I say there’ll be consequences for your foul mouth.”

His palm lands a harsh, merciless slap on my bare ass. Another five follow—two for yesterday and four for the twofucksI’ve uttered since entering the kitchen.

As quickly as he bent me over the stool, he releases me, then catches me as I wobble on my feet. He walks me to the counter and hands me the wine, while his other hand pets the soreness out of my stinging ass.

“Now, where were we?” he asks as if the last sixty seconds hasn’t happened.

I’m reeling at the mind-fuckedness of the whole thing. “Mason…” I stop when I hear the wobble in my voice. At the same time, I feel the increased wetness between my legs and hate myself even more for it. “I told you I hate being spanked.”

The gleam in his eyes tells me he thinks I’m full of shit. “I don’t think you do. Or you wouldn’t keep doing what will get you punished. I don’t buy that you can’t help yourself. You just choose not to.”

I slam the glass down. “Dammit, I’m not a child you can take over your knee whenever you feel like it.”

He shrugs. “Act like an adult and I won’t.”

I shake with anger, arousal and a whole multitude of emotions I don’t want to name.

He gulps in a few more mouthfuls of water before he sets his glass down next to mine. “Are you ready to continue?”

I open my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself,permanently. But he’s a fucking god, with his mouth-watering body and even more spectacular cock, and I haven’t had sex in so fucking long… My shallow mind and even shallower body rob me of speech, and I just stare back at him like the sex-starved idiot I’ve turned into.

Like a true predator sensing weakness, he reaches out and cups my breasts, squeezes my nipples with just the right amount of pressure that straddles the fine line between pleasure and pain.

He repeats the move and my knees buckle. “Oh God!”

Another step closer, and the heat of his body touches mine for the first time. His cock nudges my belly, and my hands find his hip, eager to get even closer. He tenses for a moment, but when I look up, I see only pure hunger and lust on his face.

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