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  “I live with a roommate, but he’ll be in bed by now. He has an early class.”

  “Is he an art student, too?”

  “No. He’s not sure what he wants to do, yet. He’s just taking some required freshmen courses to see if he can hack it.”

  She glanced around the neat living room then strolled over to his one framed sketch of a curvy woman in a revealing costume decorating the wall between the kitchen and living room. “This is nice. Did you draw it?”

  “Yes. I liked how she came out, so I was hoping to draw a whole series of her.”

  As she stared at his fantasy rendition of the leather-clad, butt-kicking woman on which he hoped to base a series of drawings, suddenly it dawned on her why he might have wanted her to model. She bore an uncanny resemblance to his fantasy heroine. At least in the face. Sadly, her body would never match.

  When she placed her fists on her hips, he chuckled. “And she would be you.”

  “Me? You can’t be serious. I am, as you said, curvy, but this one’s waist is so small. I could never look like her.” She hung her head in shame. “Especially now.”

  “Don’t worry about that. I’m an artist, not a photographer. Besides, all comic book heroines are curvy. Have you seen Xena? Wonder Woman?”

  “Really?” This man was too good to be true. Handsome, helpful, and he didn’t mind a little extra meat on a woman’s bones.

  “Yes, really. By the way, my studio is in my bedroom. Do you mind posing for me in there?”

  “No. That’s fine. In fact, it would be better. We might scare your roommate if he came out of his room.”

  Mason shook his head. “We might surprise him, but he wouldn’t be scared. Just jealous.”

  Katia grinned.

  He hadn’t seen that striking radiance before and wondered why not. Perhaps it was because she didn’t have much to smile about. That bothered him, but why? He’d just met the girl.

  He pushed the red flag warning to the back of his mind. Oh course, he’d behave professionally! He wasn’t some kind of Neanderthal.

  Mason opened his bedroom door for her, and as soon as she entered, she began to undress. I could get used to this, he thought. Mason turned his easel to face the long, blank wall and plopped down on the edge of his unmade twin bed. As soon as she was naked, he asked her to stand against the white backdrop. She held herself erect, her head tilted downward.

  “We can’t have you like that.”

  “Like what?” A nervous look immediately supplanted the bland expression she usually wore.

  “Passive. My character is aggressive to the max. She’s a butt-kicking, crime-fighting, super heroine.”

  “Oh. You pose me, then. I’ll do whatever you say.”

  Mason heard in his mind, touch me. Squeeze me. Take me to bed. He approached cautiously.

  “Let’s have you look like you’re running.” She moved into something that resembled more of a jog than the flat-out run he wanted. “Here. Move this leg forward.” He stroked underneath her thigh. The light, silky smooth feel of her warm skin excited him, but he ignored the twitch in his jeans.

  She moved as he asked and looked up expectantly.

  “Okay, now the other leg further back.” She widened her stance and watched for his next direction. “Now, arms up and hands in fists.”

  She stuck her hands up in a position that looked as if she were about to duke it out with somebody. He chuckled. “No, like this.” Taking her wrist and elbow, he drew one arm back.

  “Now…” He placed his hand under her back thigh. “Straighten this leg a little more and—”

  “Oh!” She toppled towards him, and he caught her in an awkward position. One arm wrapped around her torso against her breasts, and his other hand slipped into the V between her thighs, cupping her sex.

  “I—I’m sorry,” she stammered.

  Mason stepped back as soon as she’d righted herself. “No, it’s me who should apologise. I guess I threw you off balance.”

  She nodded, looking at the floor, her hands clasped over her pussy. He noticed a dark rose blush rising from her neck to her cheeks.

  “Hey, it was an accident. You know that, right?”

  She stared up at him. “Oh, yes. I’m just…” At a loss for words, she simply looked at the floor.

  “Embarrassed?”

  She shook her head.

  “Then what?”

  She cleared her throat and gazed up at him, cheeks flaming. “Aroused.”

  Mason raised his eyebrows. “You are?”

  She dropped her gaze and stared at the floor, clasping her hands in front of her. “I apologise. You didn’t expect me to say that. Now, I’m embarrassed.”

  “Don’t be. To tell you the truth I was getting turned on, too. If you want to call it a night and go home—”

  “Oh, no! I want to stay. I really do.”

  He wanted her to stay too—in his bed. As if tugged by a magnet, he reached for her and with one fluid movement, swept her into his arms and lowered his mouth to hers.

  They shared a long, languorous kiss. Her lips were full and soft. Perfect for kissing. Without even thinking about it, his hand wandered over her soft skin, down her back and rested on her hip. Something tickled his waist and he realised she was pulling the waistband of his jeans, trying to unbutton them.

  Still kissing, it was hard to argue about undressing, especially when holding a totally naked woman. Not that he wanted to fight her off, anyway. Letting her open his jeans, he unbuttoned his white cotton shirt until a cool breeze teased his chest hair.

  She broke the kiss to shove the shirt off of his shoulders then waited as if giving him time to react. Burning with desire, he dragged it the rest of the way off his arms and tossed it aside. She stepped into his space, tilted her chin up and offered him her lips. They kissed, hungrily.

  Mason became so lost in the fusion of their lips, the scrape and swirl of their tongues and the drag of her fingernails down his back, he almost didn’t feel her other hand on his jeans. When she cupped his erection, he startled.

  She took a step away from him. “I’m sorry. Is that not what you wanted?”

  His brain had clouded, probably from all the blood rushing down to his other head. Suddenly, he remembered the possible pregnancy and stammered, “It—it is what I want, but what about your condition?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Possible condition and, at this point, it shouldn’t matter. For a man who spends so much time with naked women, you don’t know much about how their bodies work, do you?”

  He chuckled. “Probably not. I’ve been focusing on the outside, mostly. But how would the father feel if he found out?”

  She whirled away from him and folded her arms under her breasts. “He doesn’t know and never will.”

  Mason tried to read her emotions. She said the words as if stating a fact. There was no bitterness in her voice. So why did she turn away?

  He grasped her arms and rotated her to face him. The blush had returned to her cheeks and her long, black eyelashes hid her eyes.

  “What’s going on?”

  She heaved a deep sigh and faced him squarely. “It was a one-night stand. My uncle is so strict, and I have a woman’s needs. I’m not a little girl, anymore.”

  “So you know who the father is, and you’re not going to tell him? That seems—”

  “No.” She stuck her palm in front of him, halting his speech or the lecture she probably expected. “You do not know all the facts.”

  “That’s true. But if I sleep with you, I need to know what I’m getting into.” It wasn’t any of his business, but this woman and everything about her piqued his curiosity. She didn’t seem the type to purposely have a one-night stand. “Tell me what happened.”

  She rolled her eyes but came out with it. “It was for my green card. I was promised a little extra help if I did what I did. I can’t go to him and say, ‘Oh, by the way, you got me pregnant.’ I’d be deported on the spot.”

  M
ason nodded in semi-understanding. He reclined on his twin bed and leant against the wall. Then he held his arm out straight, offering Katia a comforting side-cuddle. She crawled into the space next to his side, and he curled his arm around her.

  “Sounds like you’ve been given a raw deal. What’s so important about getting your green card?”

  She laid her head on his shoulder and said, “I know it sounds corny or like a worn out line from a bad movie but I have a sick mama back home. My sisters didn’t want to leave Russia so I am the one to come here and make money.”

  “That’s why you need to work so hard? Could it also help you get an education for a better job? Something to get away from your uncle’s discipline? I heard him slap you.”

  “No. That’s not it. I don’t care if he hits me. I need his job to get my green card. He is my sponsor. I need to send money home to take care of my mama. And now I might have to take care of a baby, too. My family has no health insurance, and my uncle won’t bring her here. He only wants people who can work and said the United States government wants the same thing.”

  It all made sense. She had either rehearsed this speech well, or it was true since she didn’t hesitate or stumble on any of her explanations. Mason was inclined to believe her. He deciphered all kinds of emotions in her expressive eyes. Fear, vulnerability, desperation—but underneath it all a brave, determined spirit.

  His heart went out to her. “Katia… I’m sorry.” That was all he could think of to say. Then he lowered her onto the bed and kissed her. She willingly lay with him, and he stroked the hair away from her face.

  He tucked her head under his chin and stroked her back. She sighed as he held her body close. “I wish there was something I could do… I mean, I’ll continue to pay you to model for me, but I can’t just hand over money.”

  “Oh, I know that. I wasn’t asking you for any—”

  “No, I didn’t think you were. I just…I wish I had loads of money so I could help.”

  She sighed, nodded her head and eventually glanced up at him. “I would like to ask you for a favour, if I may.”

  “If I can do it, sure.”

  “Can you make love to me? I shouldn’t even call it that. I just need a good fucking. That’s what it is, and that’s what I should call it. I know it’s just physical, but it’s the one thing I really miss since breaking up with my boyfriend and coming to America. It always relieved the frustration.”

  He tipped up her head to look into her eyes. Two amber brown eyes gazed back at him as if searching his face for something.

  “Y—you don’t have to. I’ll still model for you. I just thought I’d ask you in case…but I’m not looking for money. I swear, I never—”

  “Shh…” He placed his finger over her lips. She shouldn’t humiliate herself by simply letting him know she wanted to have sex. He’d been craving it, too.

  Part of him wanted to be her white knight. Hell, it’s not like it would be a hardship. He was attracted to her, and she wanted it. The other part wanted to jump on his white horse and gallop in the other direction.

  Mason leant back and studied her expectant face. She seemed completely sincere, but in case she wasn’t pregnant but trying to get that way and find an American citizen to marry her, he had to protect himself or he’d feel like a fool later. “If we do this, I’ll be wearing a condom every time.”

  She agreed happily.

  Chapter Three

  What she saw as a pity fuck grew into an inferno of need, and if Katia wasn’t mistaken, the desire to couple was just as acute in him as it was in her. She ground her pussy against Mason’s naked pelvis while his lips and tongue plundered her mouth and his hand cupped and squeezed her breasts, driving her desire deeper.

  There was something very attractive about his high angular cheekbones and the slant of his jaw. He had silky, brown hair, not as dark as hers, and she wanted to run her fingers through it.

  She wanted more than that. She craved his hands back where they’d been when she had fallen against him. Taking hold of his hand, she drew it towards her mons. He accepted the hint and slid his fingers along the ridges of her labia, teasing and exciting her even more.

  Despite her self-consciousness about her thick thighs, she parted her legs and urged him to explore deeper. Mason lifted his head and slid downward, adjusting his body so he could pull her nipple into his mouth and suck. She moaned as the sensation shot straight to her viscera. Meanwhile, he moved to explore her already damp cavern more thoroughly and slipped two long fingers inside. The warmth of a man stretching her centre felt so good, she sighed.

  By the time he switched to suckle her other breast, Katia had engulfed his cock in her hands. It had grown hard and thick. As she stroked, her breast popped out of his mouth, and he let out a low moan.

  “I want to suck your cock.” She squeezed gently.

  He grinned. “I won’t say no, but let me finish what I started here.”

  “Thank you. I’ve been so lonely. I don’t think I can get enough of you touching my skin.” Katia ran a hand over his hard, hot muscled back. “Or I, yours.”

  His fingers did the cha-cha in her drenched centre, and he kissed her with passion. She shuddered and moaned into his mouth, loving the sensation. He finger-fucked her well. Her little bundle of nerve endings were so sensitised her clit tingled.

  “Please… Don’t tease me much longer. I’ll either ask you to stop or beg for release!”

  He slid his fingertip right over her nubbin, and with a few strokes, she exploded. She forced her scream to stay behind her clenched lips and teeth. Waves of orgasm crashed and kept rippling outward over her body as if someone had tossed a boulder into a pond causing an initial vociferous eruption then waves radiated outward all over her, eventually ending in wide, calming concentric circles. She whimpered into her hand as she pressed it over her mouth to stifle her moans.

  At last, she removed her hand, and her chest heaved while she inhaled deep panting breaths. “Mason. It’s your turn, now.”

  “I’m not through yet.”

  “You’re kidding!”

  His gravelly voice demanded, “Open your legs for me.” He crawled to her thighs, stopped and stared.

  Oh no. “Are you horrified at how big I am?”

  His brow puckered. “Hell no. I’m looking at your vagina, sopping with your juices. I just wanted to appreciate the view before I lap up all your honey.”

  If only he knew how much it was begging to be fucked. Then he knelt in the V between her legs and lowered his mouth to hover over her still-vibrating clit. His warm breath teased her nub while he lapped at the outside ridges first. She writhed and arched. Her acute desire for another climax returned immediately.

  Hoping for one scrape of his tongue across her clit, she begged, “Please Mason. Please. You’re making me crazy. I want to come. I need to come.”

  He pulled away and gazed at her with the look of a predator. “You’ll come when I’m through kissing, licking and sucking your sweet body.”

  She wanted to fist his hair and jam his mouth against her clit so she could ride his face to completion.

  He separated her folds like the petals of a flower and barely grazed her tender skin with the tip of his tongue. Then he fastened his mouth over her clit and sucked.

  Immediately, a powerful orgasm enveloped her, deeper and harder this time, and she wanted to shriek. She grabbed the pillow and pressed it over her face to release some of the sound demanding to exit her lungs. Her screams didn’t subside and neither did her orgasm. Mason continued to suck and lick her bud, driving her wild. Was that three separate orgasms or four? God, she’d lost count.

  At last, she gasped, helplessly, “Stop. Stop. I can’t take anymore.” Her legs twitched and quivered.

  He leant back on his haunches. “I’m afraid you have one more thing to do before you’ve earned your first-class fucking. I’ll make it easy for you, though.”

  He crawled over her until he was kneeling o
n either side of her face, his cock teasing her mouth. “Suck me with those luscious lips.”

  His cock jutted out, long, thick and hard. She wanted to give him a good taste of the pleasure he had given her but doubted she’d be able to take his whole length. She sucked his swollen bulb, and he groaned, tossing his head back. Swirling her tongue around it and flicking the small slit, she watched him hiss in a deep breath between clenched teeth. Then she grabbed his shaft and pumped while she sucked the top half of his cock. When she determined it was time to take in more of him, she licked up and down, wetting his whole shaft.

  “Enough.”

  “But I can do much more.”

  “I can’t take much more.” He reached for his nightstand drawer, retrieved the condom he promised to wear and opened it with his teeth.

  “Here, let me,” Katia said.

  Mason waited while she rolled the condom over his erection. Then he backed down the bed and positioned himself between her open legs. Holding his cock at her opening, he pushed inside her, slowly.

  “I want to fuck you hard, but I assume I should be gentle.”

  “You don’t need to be careful. If there’s a baby, it’s about the size of a peanut.”

  “In that case…” Mason buried himself to the hilt in one swift motion.

  “Oh!”

  He withdrew as quickly as he had thrust. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No! I’m fine. Please do it. It feels so good.” She hoped her pleading eyes would reassure him.

  “You’re so tight.”

  “I’ve been neglected. It’s heaven to have a man inside me again. Don’t worry. I want this.”

  He inserted his cock into her again and rocked, finding his rhythm, increasing the tempo, slowly. Every now and then, he asked, “Are you okay?”

  She moaned. “I’m better than okay. Dear God, thank you for the gift of sex.”

  He chuckled. As his hard cock thrust in and out of her channel, he said, “You’re so hot and wet, and you feel so tight around me. You make me want to forget about drawing you. I just want to fuck you over and over until I can’t stay awake.”