I drop my bag on the floor while Lexi makes her way to the fridge. I offered to stop to get takeout on the way home but she insisted on coming home to cook. It feels kind of nice to have her cooking in my kitchen but I'm nervous about getting used to this. I wish she didn't have to leave on Sunday. I feel like I can breathe again when she's around.

Lexi pulls out all the fixings for a grilled chicken garden salad. I walk towards her and stop at the cabinet above her head to grab bowls and forks. I set them next to her, knocking into her hand.

Electricity shoots through me from the subtle contact and I steal a quick glance at her, hoping we can pick up where we left off this morning. She was on the edge of breaking down a wall until her boss interrupted us. Her lips are parted while her eyes are struggling to stay focused on the ingredients in front of her. I decide to push my luck and run my fingers up her arm, earning me a sharp inhale. She closes her eyes and takes a step backward.

"I want you." she murmurs.

That's all I needed for my primal instincts to take over. I grab the back of her head, smashing my lips into hers and pulling her lips into mine. I work my lips down her neck, landing on the sweet sensitive spot I knew would drive her wild. She sighs and slides her hands around my neck.

"Mason." She moans. Fuck I missed her. Missed the way she felt in my arms and the way her body melts into mine. She reaches for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head, and runs her hands up my chest. Goosebumps appear on my body but I'm anything besides cold. I pick her up and set her on the counter, pushing my basket of fruit to the floor.

I move my mouth back to hers, slipping my tongue in her mouth while I rip open her shirt and unhook the black bra, tossing it to the side. She sighs and runs her hands through my hair, deepening the kiss. I step back to admire her, her luscious tits on full display, until she growls and pulls me back in for another round. We're like magnets, always being pulled back together by a strong force.

Her hands fumble with my zipper as I work mouth down her chest to her tits, sucking and biting them until she starts squirming.

"I need you inside me." She pants giving a hard tug on the zipper, finally releasing my straining cock.

I grab a condom out of my back pocket then discard my jeans and boxers quickly. Her delicate hand grips my shaft and she starts pumping her hand up and down as my whole body quivers. Fuck this feels amazing.

Her other hand brings my mouth towards her, slipping her tongue inside. Her hands works me faster and her tongue matches her pumping and the feeling is too much. I'm trying to think of anything gross to stop myself from coming. I rip myself from her, barely stopping my load from blowing. My heart hammers against my chest and she bites her lip, cheeks flushed.

"I want to feel you. All of you." she says, tossing the condom package behind her.

My heart stops beating as I study her to see if she's being serious. She wants me to be bare? I've never done that before, I always wrap it up. She stares at me, waiting for me to say something but my mind is clouded with the thought of being in her completely raw. It's definitely going to feel amazing and it's something I've wanted to do with her, but she's still fighting me on being back together. And I'm pretty sure she's never done it before either. Tonight doesn't feel like the right time.

"Mason?"

"Have you ever done that before?" I ask.

Confirming my thoughts, she shakes her head and bites her lip again before starting to shrink away me, something she only does she starts to feel embarrassed. She reaches her pants and shirt, but not before I grab her face gently between my hands. "I don't think we should tonight. I'm not saying no, trust me I want this. But I want it to be special for you."

She offers me a shy smile before reaching back for the condom. "So you're going to suit up?"

A war wages inside me over what I should and shouldn't do. I do want to have sex with her, but I want her to be committed to me. When the fuck did I become that guy? Oh right, the minute she broke up with me.

I made a commitment to myself that I wasn't going to sleep around and I haven't. My dick has gotten really close with my left hand  and I've taken more cold showers over the past few years than I can remember. But I knew it would all be worth it the minute I got my second chance with her.

"No. I'm not going to fuck you until you're mine again." I pick her up and swing her over my shoulder so her ass is right next to my head. "But tonight is all about you."

She shrieks then starts laughing and pinches my ass. I slap hers hard, leaving my hand print behind. She lets out an audible gasp and I can feel the wet spot that's formed on her panties. I need to get her into bed right now.

I hurry down the hall to my bedroom and throw her onto the bed. She hits with a soft thump, staring up at me with wild eyes that are as turned on as I am. I grab her legs, pulling her towards the edge of the bed. She looks like a goddess laying there, dark waves splayed out across the silk sheets, completely naked except for the red thong that is covering my next meal.

"I love your body." I whisper, running my hand down her smooth belly. 

I kneel below her and hook my fingers on either side of her thong and move them down her slender thighs. She perches up on her elbows, waiting for me to make my next move. I plant an open mouth kiss on her pussy as she moans and falls on her back. I kiss her lips one more time before moving to her hips.

"Ugh..."She pants, "Mason make me cum."

I smirk. "But I thought you liked to play games?" I plant a soft kiss right above her pussy and let out a deep sign, tickling her clit with my breath.

"Mason... please." She whines, gripping the sheets.

My dick hardens at her raspy voice and starts leaking precum before I can stop it. Oh well, I was a goner the minute she said she wanted this.

I trace my kisses up and down her thighs one more time while she moans with every connection. "I'll give you what you want." I start, moving my mouth right in front of her pussy again. "But first, you're going to beg for it."

His head disappears in between my thighs and I let out a loud moan. God this feels so good, so much better than my vibrator that I've been using. I was never cut out for casual sex so when Mason pounced on me in the kitchen, I started flowing like the Nile River. 

His tongue moves in circles inside me while I squirm underneath his strong hands. He licks me in and out, slowly, while his thumb works my clit. My body is shaking and I can feel myself about to give in to the pleasure when he pulls back and moves to my thigh. The air hits my damp opening while my orgasm teeters on the edge. 

I prop up on my elbows and let out a huff. "Mason.. what the hell." 

He smirks, continuing to kiss everywhere around the one place I want him. "Beg baby." 

"Ugh can't you just finish me." I groan. 

He chuckles but ignores me, continuing to plant kisses down my thighs. I will my brain to think of something to say that'll get me what I want but when he presses an open mouth kiss right outside my opening, I loose it. Need takes over as I thread my fingers through his hair and yank him to where I want him. His eyes find mine, shooting me a cocky grin. 

"Mason." I whimper, "please. I need you so bad right now." 

His lips connect with my clit and he starts sucking while my body twists with pleasure. Sparks shoot through my body, traveling up to my now taut breasts. He slides his tongue down my clit and over my opening, leaving behind a wet path. I moan his name and tug his hair harder. His tongue sets a brisk pace, working me quicker to the brink. 

"Holy shit." I pant, grabbing his strong bicep in an attempt to keep myself from moving. My toes start to curl as my orgasm builds while tears of joy threaten to spill over. I haven't felt this good in a long time.

He tongue moves back up to my clit while he inserts two fingers, forcing me to adjust quickly to the new pressure. 

Oh my god. I start bucking my hips to match his pace as he pumps quicker.

"I'm going to cum." I shout, grinding harder when he pulls them out, replacing them with his tongue. His hands move to my breasts, squeezing my nipples. 

"Oh shit." I pant harder, letting out a scream. "I'm cumming."  

His tongue laps up every drop of my orgasm while I ride out the wave of pleasure. I come crashing down from the high to his warm brown eyes. I release his arm, noticing my imprints from squeezing him so hard.

"That was incredible." I say, breathing deeply. 

"You're the sweetest thing I've ever tasted." he says, standing up, smacking his lips together. 

I smile, then start to get up when he pushes me back down. Confused, I look at him, silently asking what's going on.

"Wait here."

Wearing only his boxers, he dashes out of the room before returning just as quickly but with a bowl ice cubes. Curiously, I peer into the bowl while clear air begins to evaporate off of them. 

He grins. "Round two." 

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I'm perched on the black breakfast stool, flipping through Mason's cookbook. I search for something I can make with just milk and eggs but so far, no such luck. When I asked Mason to make pancakes this morning, he grimaced. To my surprise, he doesn't keep pancake mix on stock. Who doesn't have at least an emergency box? Certainly not me.

Giving up, I pull up my food app and place an order for two sets of pancakes, eggs, home fries, and bacon from the nearest breakfast restaurant. Before hitting confirm, I tack on another stack of pancakes. If there's one thing I learned while dating him in college is that he eats more than the average person. 

"Babe I ordered food." I shout and turn my attention back to the cookbook. I wonder if he's tried any of these? Or who he's tried them for. My heart sinks into my stomach, ruining my appetie. 

I know I shouldn't start down this rabbit hole but who am I kidding. How can't I think about how many other girls he's been with since making it in the majors. He's a professional athlete for god's sake. I'm sure girls throw themselves at him all the time. 

He pokes his head around the corner still only wearing a pair of short before I notice he's visibly upset. "You didn't pay did you?"

I nod, averting my eyes, before flipping another page. "Yeah, why?"

He walks toward me, crossing his arms. "Because you're my guest and I don't want you to."

I roll my eyes, annoyance setting in. "I'm a big girl Mason, I can pay for my own breakfast." 

"I know but I like taking care of that for you."

I snap my head letting my emotions get the best of me. "I'm sure you do this for every girl you bring home."

He recoils as if I slapped him in the face. "I don't. Why would you think that?"

A loud knock on the door interrupts our soon to be argument. I glance at the clock and notice less than five minutes have passed since I made the order. I hop off the chair and make my way to the door. I unlock it before looking at him for confirmation which he provides with a simple nod. I open it to a petite blonde with piercing green eyes. Her green top rests modestly below her neck but is straining across her massive breasts. Her white pants show a set of curves that I could only dream of and I instantly feel like a fool.

"Who are you?" I ask, harshly. 

She laughs before stepping past me and into Mason's penthouse as if she owns the place. She sets her expensive looking purse down on the counter before turning to look at me.

"Retract the claws kitty cat. I'm not who you think I am."

I glare at her, crossing my arms. "Then who the hell are you." 

"I'm Adrianna, Mason's agent."