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"Mason," I whined.

I pulled the blanket over myself for the thousandth time after he keeps yanking it off. With a grunt, I brought the pillow over my face and heard his low chuckle from behind me.

"You can't eat if you're under a pillow, Lyra."

"I also can't sleep when you're ripping the blanket off, yet here we are," I mumbled.

Mason chuckled again and gently moved the pillow, kissing my cheek softly then my lips. I finally turned on my back to look up at him, rubbing my eyes as I did. His lips made their way onto mine again and I smiled into the kiss, cupping his cheek.

"Good, you're awake. I'm making breakfast and you need to get up." Mason looked at me with a raised eyebrow when I refused to get up.

"I need a warm shower... and a handsome man to join me," I said, finally sitting up and looking at him. He slowly grinned then scooped me up bridal style, carrying me to the bathroom.

My arms went around his neck, gasping when his hand connected with my ass.

"You just wanted an excuse to slap my ass," I chuckled, smacking his chest.

"Maybe, maybe not."

I was placed down on the counter, and he went to start the shower. My lips parted as I let my eyes scan down, instantly being reminded of last night. It's been a while since I've had sex, and Mason knew every single spot to hit. Even if it was just kisses, he could have me melting in a second.

Mason locked eyes with me, and I instantly felt my cheeks warm. Shaking my head, I stood up and walked to him, bringing a hand up his arm then stopping at his shoulder. I felt his hand grip my waist as he pulled me closer, glancing down at my lips while licking his.

"Is there something you'd like, Mr. Pierce?" I softly asked.

He began to lean closer to me and I backed away slightly with a small grin which made him grunt in annoyance. His hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled me to him, kissing me roughly and gripping my waist tighter. I wrapped my arm around his neck, pulling him closer then moaning softly when his hand grabbed my ass.

Instantly, I was lifted up and my legs wrapped around his waist. The water from the shower hit my back, making my body press against his chest more. He broke the kiss, pulling away and cupping my cheek. I brought a hand to his hair and looked him in the eyes, beginning to feel my breathing pick up.

"A little shower sex never hurt anyone, hm?" Mason mumbled, pressing me against the wall.

"Never."

My mouth fell open with a gasp when he roughly pushed into me, keeping a firm grip on my ass to stop me from falling. You would think after last night and all the other times he's fucked me, I'd be used to it. Used to his hands on my body. But I am so far from it.

He gripped my jaw and tilted my head back, forcing me to look at him as his thrusts were slow and penetrating. My legs tightened around his waist and my nails dug into his shoulder, as he pressed me harder against the wall. Mason held my waist tighter and pulled me against his body, kissing along my neck.

I threw my arms around his neck and slipped out a moan in his ear, digging my nails into his back. Mason groaned lowly, quickly putting me down and pressing my front against the wall. I easily got the memo, spreading my legs and pushing my ass out towards him.

He chuckled lowly from behind me, holding onto my waist once more before he slammed into me, making me belt out a moan and my eyes widen. My hands stayed glued to the wall, scratching at it every time Mason thrusted into me. I felt his hands pull my ass back against him, speeding up and digging his fingers into my waist.