It had been three long months since I’d seen Rosie Smith’s gorgeous face. I’d gone to prison, I’d had my trial, and I’d been cleared of all fucking charges. It had helped my case that I’d been involved in the takedown of the Vegas boys and Scooter Stone’s operation, though despite all that, I’d certainly never land a job at the FBI again.

Not that I had any desire to.

No, there was only one thing I wanted, and I was on my way to her right now.

She’d flown into DC from New York to see me. Apparently, she and Owen had moved to the city, and she’d landed a job at a restaurant in Midtown. When I’d heard the news, I’d never felt more proud in my life.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I walked into her hotel room. Why did she want to see me? Just to stamp things shut? They hadn’t let her come visit me in prison, but I had no idea if she’d even wanted to see my face. Not after everything that had happened. She knew everything about my past now, and I wasn’t the kind of man someone like her could ever love.

But as soon as I laid eyes on her, all the doubt and worry disappeared. It had all been fucking worth it to see the light in the eyes and the smile on her face.

I’d do every single moment of it all over again.

Just for that one look.

“Franklin,” she gasped, moving a step closer but then pausing, almost shyly.

My lips quirked. “You can call me Mason now.”

She laughed. “Right. Might take some getting used to though. It’s hard to remember that your name wasn’t ever really Franklin.”

“I’m so sorry for everything, Rosie.”

“Sorry?” She shook her head, her eyes widening. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You saved me. In more ways than one. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be where I am right now. All of it is because of you. I have my son. I have the job I’ve always wanted. The only thing I don’t have is you.”

Desire ripped through my gut, so strong I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I grabbed her arms in my rough hands and pushed her up against the startling white hotel wall. She gasped, her neck throbbing with her rapid heartbeat. Her mouth dropped open. Her teeth bit into her pursed lip.

God, I wanted her. I’d needed her for months. So much it had almost driven me crazy. I dropped my head to hers and kissed her deeply. She moaned as my tongue explored her perfect mouth, and the sound of her arousal only made my cock harden even more. She squirmed as I began to kiss her hot skin, her neck, her ear, her collarbones.

She reached out and unbuttoned my jeans, and I pulled back to stare at her, my chest heaving with my rapid breaths.

“You sure you want to do this?” I couldn’t help but ask. In the past, I’d always just taken what I wanted, anywhere and anytime. But for reasons I couldn’t quite understand, there was something different about this girl. I wanted to treat her right.

Everything about this was different.

This was Rosie.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” She gazed up at me with those innocent eyes, and I was toast. In one quick motion, I pulled her shirt over her head and drank in the perfect curves of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and swollen, begging for my tongue. Her shorts went next, followed by my jeans and my own shirt until we were both naked and pressing tight against each other.

I lifted her body from the ground, and she wrapped her smooth thighs around my waist. My cock slid into her wet sex, so tight and hot. She felt so damn good, I could barely think. Lust overcame me, and I shoved her back against the wall, pounding hard into her gorgeous body.

She screamed out in pleasure and dropped her head back against the wall. I held her tight, my hands cupping her ass as I thrusted in and out, in and out. I’d been thinking about this for months. And now here she was in my arms, spreading her legs wide for my cock, feeling better and looking better than I’d remembered.

“Oh god,” she said through her panting breaths. “I’m going to come.”

The feel of her legs spread open wide, and her pussy tightening around my cock felt so fucking good I couldn’t stop. I groaned from the pure lust pouring through me. My thrusts quickened, and my grunts became louder. She moved against me, arching her body toward mine, and only moments later, she was screaming out, her whole body trembling from the tremors of her orgasm. I came with her, letting my need overtake my mind.

Nothing else in the world existed but Rosie Smith and her perfect body. And even though I’d finally had her again, it only made me want her even more.

“I love you, Rosie,” I said the words I’d never spoken before. “I fucking love you.”

And no matter what, I knew right then and there that I would spend the rest of my life with this girl.

“Oh, Mason,” she said with a smile. “I love you, too.”

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