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921 Cupid's Chase: A Forbidden Romance

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Shock makes me swallow the beer too quickly and I choke hastily. Immediately, Charity’s up out of her seat thumps my back. “Sorry, Mason,” she says. “I was just kidding.”

I nod, still gasping for air.

“Careful,” I tell her once I’ve regained my composure. “You can’t say things like that around an old man because the thought of a houseful of kids could give me a heart attack!”

The curvy girl merely giggles.

“You’re not that old,” she says, returning to her seat. “You’re my mom’s age, right? Around forty or so?”

I pretend I’ve been stabbed in the heart.

“No, sweetheart, I’m younger than Rosanne. I’m only thirty-five.”

Charity gets a gleam to her eye.

“Ah ha, so Rose was doing the cougar thing.”

“She was,” I acknowledge, “but it wasn’t right for me, to be honest. Your mom was right when we broke up: we do want different things from life, and I think that the five year age gap had something to do with it. By no means is it a huge chasm, but it was enough.”

Charity throws me a searching look.

“So what do you want then?”

I shrug, trying to stay casual even though this conversation is quickly entering serious territory.

“I’ve been thinking about finding a woman to have a family with. That was never really a possibility with Rose, but a lush, curvy girl who also wants kids would be great, actually. Maybe even someone who likes cooking,” I wink.

Charity jerks in her seat, and I reprimand myself again. Am I really doing this? Am I flirting with my ex-girlfriend’s daughter not a day after we broke up? But it really is happening, and the beautiful woman’s eyes go wide at my innuendo. I decide to roll with it and lean back in my chair, the image of an alpha male in control.

“Actually, do you consider yourself a good girl, Charity?”

Her eyes widen once more and a beautiful blush descends from her cheeks to her décolletage.

“I suppose so,” she murmurs, peeking at me from underneath her lashes. “Why?”

The corner of my mouth quirks up in a smirk. “Well, I’m not so sure, honey. I mean, a good girl wouldn’t watch her mother’s ex in the shower, would she?”

Her eyes widen as she blushes profusely. “I… I…It isn’t what you think Mason. Did you know the entire time?” she gasps.

I nod.

“Yeah, I saw your reflection in the mirror, even though it was foggy and steamy inside. I know you saw everything, and to be honest? I liked it, honey. I liked knowing that you were watching me.” Then I shoot her a long look. “But let me ask you this, Charity. Did you like what you saw?”

The pretty girl blushes again as her big breasts quiver but I already know the answer because Charity Denver came hard while watching me last night. But this time, I’m going to give a real taste of the goods, and we’ll see if she can take me the way she wants.

5

Charity

My heart pounds in my chest. OMG. Mason saw me spying on him last night! Heat shudders through my veins as I shrink in my seat, embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. “I was walking by the bathroom and I could hear you singing and the door was open slightly—” I begin.

But he shakes his head, those blue eyes gleaming.

“The door wasn’t open, Charity,” he says in a low voice. “You and I both know that you opened it because you wanted to see me showering.”

I gulp. Oh god, he’s right. I tested the knob to see if it was locked and to my surprise, it wasn’t. But how do I admit this?

Mason merely cocks his head at me, that azure gaze knowing.

“It’s okay, sweet girl,” he says in a nonchalant voice. “A lot of women want to see me naked. Don’t worry, you’re not the first.”

I swallow thickly as heat builds in my core. But then I take a deep breath and decide to own my actions. Looking directly into his gaze, I nod. “Yes, you’re right,” I manage in a steady voice. “I did want to see you, and I opened the door.”

His look goes positively animalistic then. “Good,” he growls. “Because I know you liked what you saw, sweet girl. After all, I saw you too.”

Oh shit, oh shit! He must have seen me touching myself, but how? I suppose it doesn’t matter. I open my mouth to apologize again, but it’s too late because Mason leans over to capture my mouth with his. For an instant, I freeze. Is this really happening? Am I really kissing my mom’s gorgeous ex-boyfriend? But then my lips mold to his, and Mason lets out a low growl of satisfaction before pulling me to my feet. Immediately, my body melts against his large frame. The man tastes like spice and beer, and his mouth is wonderfully possessive, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips before pushing in like he’s claiming me. My head feels light and the space between my thighs moistens with need. Yes, this is what I want and I sigh blissfully in his embrace.



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