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I throw my head back and close my eyes at the thought, lost in the way this man can make me feel things through my entire body with just his words.

I collect myself and then take my hands from his shoulders and cross them over my chest. “I’m so gonna get you back for this.”

Mason stops, looking up at me and smirks. “I love being in trouble with you.”

He finally lifts me and puts me down, setting me on my feet. Then his eyes flick around, quickly assessing.

Everyone’s distracted.

He grabs my wrist and pulls me over to a car parked off to the side, guiding me behind it, where no one can see us. His hands find my waist, and he pulls me closer to him.

All the noise around us dulls, and everything else fades away.

He kisses me before I can even say anything, hands moving up to my ribs, making me feel every ounce of need radiating from him.

He tastes like whiskey and soap. And as gross as that combination should be, I can’t get enough of it—can’t get enough ofhim.

He pulls back slightly. “I’m obsessed with kissing you.”

“Then why did you stop?” I whisper.

His eyes narrow on mine as he smiles. “Touché. My apologies. Let me continue.”

My laugh flows through the kiss as he cups the base of my skull, pressing into me more.

He eventually pulls back, kissing my forehead. “We’ll have to pick this back up later, pretty girl.”

I nod, not being able to form any words.

“Come over tonight?” he asks.

I give him a look like I’m thinking about it. “Only if you have enough ice cream and a trashy show for us to binge.”

He steps back, taking my hand and pulling it up to his mouth, kissing the back of it. “I’ll make sure Chase is busy, the freezer is stocked, and the remote has your name on it.”

“Then I guess I’ll see you tonight, Playboy.”

We walk back over to everyone together like nothing just happened. All the girls are still having a blast, watching the boys do a striptease and spraying them down with the hoses they’ve stolen.

Mason walks over to the tent set up and grabs a couple of towels, then walks over to my car, opening the doors.

He carefully unfolds and places a towel on every seat.

“There you go, princess,” he says, gesturing to the driver’s seat.

I call out for the girls to leave the man candy alone and get back in the car with me. They all groan and then reluctantly walk over, getting in.

Mason sends me one last glance that’s full of desire and all the things he plans on doing to me later. And I send him one back, telling him I’ll gladly be waiting.

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Mason

Sadly, the most fun part of this day was seeing Simone. Now I’m just left to be objectified like all the other guys, putting on a show forcharity.

It’s right up my alley, though, and normally something I would enjoy like hell. But it’s hard to now when the only person I wanted to put on a show for isn’t here.

I keep thinking about her lips, about the way she can get me so wrapped up in her orbit that nothing else around us exists.