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his shoulders, neck and face the only visible parts of his body.
    “Start now.”
    Another curt instruction that would normally put my back up immediately. But that orgasm had been beyond this world, and as a woman who’s made it a mission to only chase the best, most satisfying ones, I know the difference between mediocre and platinum standard.
    Mason Sinclair’s were definitely double platinum.
    I let that growly dominance slide. Especially as I can feel his warm breath caressing my sex.
    “Pegasus,” I gasp when the rough edge of his beard whispers over my outer lips. “Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Camelopordalis, Leo,” I struggle to keep my gaze fixed upward, not to glance down at what he’s doing to me. His tongue flicks my clit and I groan. God, he’s so good. “Ursa Major, Venatici.” The broad side of his tongue licks me from hole to hood before he buries his mouth in an open-mouth kiss of my sex. My whole body shudders and my hands slam against the expensive paintwork. “Coma Vernices, Virgo—Oh!” My hips jerk as he opens me up and goes to town on my pussy, eating me with an expertise that makes my world tilt sideways.
    “Keep going,” he growls against me after a long pull on my clit.
    I shut my eyes and recite from memory. “Serpens Caput, Ophiuchus, Libra, Serpens Ocuda,” I recite them slower now, because I’m drowning in sensation and my brain can barely remember my own name. “Scutum...” My hands lift off the hood and I grab my breasts, pulling on my nipples as my hips roll against Mason’s mouth.
    “God, that’s so hot, baby,” he croons. I don’t know whether it’s because of what I’m doing to my own body or the names spilling out of my mouth.
    All I know is this is the hottest non-penetrative sex I’ve ever had. And I don’t want it to end. But I feel myself cresting the edge. “Aquila, Vulpepula...” He increases the intensity of his mouth and tongue, then slides two fingers inside me. “God, yes,” I gasp, squeezing harder on my breasts.
    Strong fingers brush mine away and my breasts are cupped in warm, expert hands. He sucks my clit into his mouth the same time as he twists my nipples. I explode and feel myself bounce on the hood of the car as pleasure rips through me.
    He laps me up in greedy licks, his own groans deep and guttural.
    My mind disconnects with reality, and I just exist in pure, mind blowing sensation. I’m not sure how much time passes, but I slowly open my eyes to find him leaning over me. He’s not smiling, and his brooding eyes rake over my face with an intensity that raises the hairs on my neck.
    When I manage to pull my gaze from his, I look down. My robe is done up and tucked around my thighs, and my belt is secured around my waist.
    Disappointment and relief twist through me, and I school my feature as I raise my eyes to his. While a large part of me had anticipated the next step would be Mason fucking me, a part of me had been reticent about ending my months-long dry spell with a one-night stand.
    Having the decision firmly made for me wasn’t one I had foreseen, and I feel a little flustered as I lie there, with the stars I’ve just named winking above me.
    “Time to go,” he says. He straightens and holds out his hand.
    I place mine in his, but before I can stand he scoops me up, much like he had before, and places me back in the car via the driver’s side. I secure my seatbelt in silence, and a second later, he’s throwing the car in reverse.
    He drives back with much the same speed and intensity as the outward journey had been, and I suspect that whatever demons are chasing him have been nowhere near quietened on our little danger-laden jaunt.
    There are less lights on at the house, and I guess the party has wound down.
    Mason parks the car in the garage, and once he turns off the engine, the silence becomes almost impossibly deafening. I stay in my seat, unsure what to do next.
    Me, the woman who’s never lost for words and always ready