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Damn nosy women.

“You need something?”

The girl blinked. “I, ah…I was just coming to check on Jo. I saw her stream end a while ago, and she hadn’t come upstairs. I didn’t know you were with her.”

“Really?” Mason arched a brow. “I was on the stream with her.”

“I didn’t say I watched it, only that I saw it ended.”

Mason shook his head. “She’s fine. I’m helping her with some of her video editing. We’ll be up later.”

The girl nodded, but he’d left her with no reason to be down here. “So, um, you and Jo. You’re serious?”

“Hells, yeah.” Mason gave her his most charming smile while wanting to do nothing more than tell her to get the hell gone. Jo did have to live with these women, after all. Best not to piss them off. “My JoJo is the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“That’s sweet.” There wasn’t an ounce of sincerity behind her words, but at least the girl did head back up the stairs.

Jealous bitches.

The sooner he got her out of this place, the better. This time he locked the door before going back to Jo. No more chance of someone coming in on them.

She was still sitting on the couch, looking all small and afraid. He smiled at the picture she presented, like a virgin on her first date. This girl.

He walked over to the desk and plugged his phone into the iDock and found the song he wanted. “Beautiful Crazy” by Luke Combs. When he’d heard this song for the first time, it made him think of Jo and how she always made him feel. Perfect. He put it on repeat and slowly made his way to the couch, taking in the hot mess that was his girl in hot pink leggings.

“I like this song,” Jo whispered, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Instead of diving back in where he’d left off, Mason held out his hand. “Dance with me?”

“As long as you keep me from falling.”

“Always, baby.”

Jo took his hand, and Mason pulled her up and into his arms, holding her tight as he sang along with old Luke and danced with his girl.

“You’re the one who’s crazy,” she said as she laid her head on his chest.

“Mmmhmm.” His hands slid down her back and cupped her ass, the same ass he’d been spanking earlier. Albeit lightly, but he’d enjoyed it as much as she had. He gripped her and pulled her up. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Josephine.”

She did as he asked, and it put them eye to eye. He swayed to the music as he leaned in and kissed her.

Jo lost every thought in her head when he kissed her like that, like she was everything to him, and the only thing he needed to breathe was her. It took her breath, and she would have fallen if he hadn’t had his arms wrapped around her.

It almost made her forget about her scars.

Which she assumed was his point.

Those scars were the last thing on her mind as he walked them over to the couch and sat down, keeping her so lost in his kiss, she didn’t have time to worry about anything, only to feel the sensations overwhelming her.

Her fingers ruffled through his hair, tugging and pulling him closer. God, his hair was the softest thing ever, softer than hers, even. The silky strands teased her fingers as she pressed into him.

He groaned, and the flames slowly consuming her fanned brighter, burned hotter. Made her want more. She abandoned his hair and found the hem of his t-shirt instead. Her fingers dove under it, nails scraping lightly over the toned muscles. They jumped beneath her skin as another moan slipped out of him.

Jo broke the kiss and tugged on his shirt until he helped her pull it over his head. Mason wasn’t as big as his brothers. He was leaner, but he kept himself in shape so he could eat like a horse. That was okay, though. Not everyone had to be built like a football player. She liked Mason this way. He was big enough to make her feel small, but still protected. She liked normal.

His muscles rippled as she explored the contours of his abdomen. She traced every single one with her fingers and then leaned forward to swipe her tongue over his nipple.

“Josephine,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

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