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His hole pulsed around my cock, and I gritted my teeth to stave off what I knew would be the orgasm of a lifetime.

“Jasper,” he gasped, clutching at my hair.

My hips stuttered. “Gonna—fuck I’m going to come.”

“Yes.” He lifted his head to claim my lips.

Tingles raced through my spine, straight to my taint. My balls seized, and Mason swallowed my curses, cradling me as I spasmed atop him. My body jerked in his firm hold, unable to escape him even if I wanted to. I didn’t. Shudders ripped through me with the last spurt into the condom. Climaxing in him, surrounded by him, hadn’t lasted nearly long enough.

Mason might be needy with me, but I was greedy as fuck for every inch of him.

“Shit.” I gasped for breath, slumping atop him fully, my face in his neck. “MyGod.”

He soothed his hands up and down my back, heels still locked behind my ass, keeping me in place.

No emotional barriers stood between us. Not a goddamn one. He’d let me in fully.

“You don’t allow others a peek behind your mask,” I murmured against his skin and kissed where I’d marked him. “But I know you, Mase. Iseeyou.”

“I lock myself up in public,” he claimed, his voice raspy, “but with you…I feel truly safe for the first time in my life.”

I squeezed him tight, lifting my head to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “You are, Mason. Always will be.”

He had learned his lessons the hard way, same as I had.

I would make it my mission to pave a path ahead of us not just with good intentions but with an ease of passage he would be willing to walk down while holding my hand.

And nothing—not my own issues, his dysregulation, and certainly not some spoiled stalker—would change our course headed toward the fulfillment we both longed for and deserved.

Chapter15

Mason

Jasper took the next two days off work, and we spent the bulk of our hours in his bed, having those pillow talks I wanted and memorizing every inch of each other’s bodies. He didn’t mind my jealous need for his attention, how I clung to him to keep my demons at bay. His affection made me act like a starved kitten, all but purring and rubbing over him whenever I had the chance.

We fit in every way, so damn well I had difficulty trusting the reality I’d fallen into when I kept a piece of my past from him. Surely a wrecking ball of knowledge would come crashing through the bubble of our little world and ruin what we built together.

I feared its arrival. Strove to avoid it no matter the cost.

But I wasn’t the only one with secrets.

While he showered our second evening together, I went searching for another bottle of lube since we’d emptied the partial he’d kept in his bedside table’s top drawer. When I pulled open the bottom drawer, I blinked, taking a few seconds to recognize what I looked at.

Silk. Lace.

I pulled out a skimpy pair of pale pink panties, my mind immediately going haywire over the fact Jasper lied to me about being gay. Did he have a woman lover? An ex?

Swallowing hard, I grabbed another pair of underwear but noticed they weren’t exactly cut for covering a female’s parts. Plenty of room lay in the front area…as though the garment had been made specifically to cradle a cock.

“Huh.” I stared, rubbing the material through my fingers, wondering…

Jasper, while a strict top, tended to give off a more bottom vibe with his higher voice and how he moved with feminine grace. Perhaps I judged, but I couldn’t help the stereotypes carved into my head since childhood. Had he not told me his preference, I would have sworn he enjoyed having his ass filled.

Did Jasper have a panties kink? I could see it. My cock appreciated the thought. Why hadn’t he shared that part of him with me if it was true?

He knew everything—well,almosteverything—about me that mattered. Jasper and I had agreed that conquests and hookups prior to one another belonged in the past and would hold no bearing on our future.

But this…

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