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Mason arches a brow “A hoss?”

“No, that’s like…a cool guy In the seventies”

“A man whore?”

I tiltet paid They’re in it for the wicked, wonderful, shameless pleasure of it all”

His jaw tightens “I’s God, Lark, you feel so good Just holding you is…” He trails off with a shudder that echoes throughme wonder what it will feel like when he does that with nothing between us but skin

Froutter and the last of et out of here”

He blinks “We can’t… Can we?”

“Sure we can,” I say, fisting o to my place It’s close”

“What about the cookout?” But Mason is already backing away fro me with him

“We’ll be fast,” I say, not caring that I’ etting closer to Mason “We’ll be there and back before anyone—”

“Lark! Mason!” calls a light voice from inside

A moment later Melody appears at the front door, her eyebrows shooting up when she sees us practically hu each other on the front porch But she quickly recovers, playing it cool as she adds, “Um, hey you two! Sorry to bother you, but I think Iup”

“Messed what up?” I run a hand overto breathe nor his body withsome cover for the hard-on situation I’ion, but Mason isn’t small and the strained front of his jeans would be hard to miss Hopefully we can keep this short and sweet and Melody will head back into the house

“A sauce to a boil and si it to a boil and then remove it from the heat?” she asks “The notes on your old recipe card are smeared”

“Let it simmer,” I say with a nod