Leave Them On – House Rules Book One [Teaser]

“Well,” Mason said from the doorway, “you’re having a good time there, honey.”

He was leaning against the frame, one shoulder braced there, mouth slightly open, smiling as he took her in.

Victoria jolted upright, the dildo slipping free of her with the motion.

“Oh my God—Mason!”

Heat rushed straight to her face. She yanked the hem of his T-shirt down over her thighs, eyes wide now, pulse suddenly pounding for an entirely different reason.

“Why are you home?”

His smile widened, and he ignored the question entirely.

“How about I tell you after I help you out a little?”

His voice had gone low now, his eyes soft and hungry at once, that easy grin still pulling at his mouth.

Victoria covered her face with her hands—they still smelled of passion fruit lube—and laughed into her palms. “I think the moment’s gone, babe. You nearly gave me a heart attack.”

Mason moved closer and sat beside her on the bed. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss just below her ear before trailing his mouth along the line of her jaw.

He knew exactly how to find the heat in her.

She wasn’t sure why she suddenly felt shy around him, but then again, he had never caught her like this before. In seven years together, neither of them had ever walked in on the other halfway through touching themselves. And with last night’s conversation still lodged in her chest, maybe it was better not to retreat from what this moment had opened between them.

She lay back, expecting him to follow her down onto the bed beside her, expecting their sex life to slip into its usual rhythm. Side by side. Hands between each other’s legs. Kissing until she came, and only then letting him ease inside her so he could finish too.

But instead he stayed where he was, sitting upright and looking at her with open hunger before letting his gaze drop to the slippery dildo still lying on the bed.

“So this is what’s been keeping you busy this afternoon?”

He sounded far too pleased with himself.

Victoria felt another rush of heat rise into her face, part shyness, part exposure, too tangled to separate.

“Babe,” she half-laughed, reaching for him, “this is embarrassing. Just come here.”

But he caught her hand in his and gave a soft click of his tongue.

“Not so fast, sexy thing.” His eyes dropped over her again, slow and intent. “I want to see what you were doing.”

Victoria half froze, not fully understanding where the shyness was coming from. Then, almost as quickly, came the uncomfortable realization that she had her own part in why their sex life had grown so predictable.

Before she could think too hard about that, Mason’s hand settled on her thigh. He bent and kissed her softly, but the hunger behind it was unmistakable now, his breath warm at her mouth, the edge of his teeth just grazing her lower lip.

She gave a breathless little laugh into the kiss. “I’m a mess,” she murmured. “I haven’t shaved, I’m all hairy, and my period’s probably about to start any minute.”

He kissed her again, this time closer to her ear. “I like you hairy,” he murmured back. “I like you every way.”

His other hand reached for the dildo.