in my stomach.
“I calmed your sister down, by the way,” I snapped eventually, ignoring his point completely. “Made her understand why you did what you did, explained to the both of them how much danger Ethan’s in. You’re welcome.”
I shook my head in disgust and turned to leave, my hand halfway to the door handle when he was suddenly right there , his breath against the back of my neck.
“Don’t,” he murmured, the heat of his closeness seeping all up my back.
“Fuck you,” I breathed, but I didn’t move any farther. Goddamn him for doing this to me, making me want him more than sense—
Oh. That was exactly what he’d meant by cloudy . He screwed with my head, too, and even now, my hand reaching for the exit, I couldn’t move away from him.
“I’m sorry,” he told me, his nose nuzzling into my hair.
“You apologize a lot.”
“That’s ’cause I’m a total ass most of the time.”
Despite myself, I laughed. “Fuck you,” I told him again.
One word whispered into the bare skin of my shoulder: “Please.”
I gripped his hand, hovering near my hip, and yanked him against my back. It was animal, this feeling—raw and impulsive, out of my ability to control it. Mason was a searing line of heat against me, crowding me against the wall, and I wanted him.
I shucked up my dress, bringing his hand around to my front and down into my underwear.
“You feel that?” I asked, my voice already ragged. I was so wet his hand slicked right through my folds. “That’s what you do to me.”
He pressed his swelling erection into my back. “Ditto.”
His fingers curled into me and I arched back against him, crooking an arm around his neck to hold him close. His mouth latched onto the side of my throat, sucking kisses, licking with damp strokes of his tongue and stinging with his teeth.
“Show me how much I mess with your head, Mason,” I demanded, knowing how utterly fucked up that was, and he released me, the scratchy feel of his jacket gone and the metallic rustle of his zipper echoing.
He put a hand on my back and steered me to the nearby desk. I had to brace my hands on the desktop as he pushed me over it.
He fell to his knees behind me, his hands wrapping around my bare thighs, pushing my dress all the way up around my hips. I felt his teeth catch in the band of my underwear, and then the cool air of the room on my ass and between my legs as he slowly dragged my panties down.
I sighed a shaky laugh, my palms starting to sweat where I was leaning. I turned my head back over my shoulder to see what Mason was doing.
He was looking—just looking.
He tossed me a dark smirk that burned like a whiplash and slipped two fingers back inside me, making my knees wobble. His teeth grazed my butt cheek, and with his free hand he gave me a sharp slap.
“Ah!” My cry came out more like a moan. “Goddammit, Mason.” I fought the urge to call him a tease again; it was exactly what he wanted.
Two fingers deep in me, his face pressed into my pushed up skirt at the bottom of my back, he slapped my ass again.
I arched my back, toes curling in my shoes. Mason’s fingers slipped easily in and out of me like a slow torment but it wasn’t enough. I was so damn wet, so ready for his cock.
He knew it, too, and he kept it up, adding another finger and biting into the swell of my ass, slapping with his hand when I got too used to the rhythm.
I felt my walls tighten around him, every bite and slap and thrust building up until I couldn’t stop myself from giving in.
“Mason, please,” I finally begged, and he growled against me, standing and manhandling me into the position he wanted.
One knee up on the desk, my legs stretched wide open. He parted me with his fingers, the blunt head of his cock lining up, and the first push had me groaning.
It hadn’t been that long since the last time but I was so desperate for him.
My height made it difficult for me to even keep one foot on the floor, and I had
“I calmed your sister down, by the way,” I snapped eventually, ignoring his point completely. “Made her understand why you did what you did, explained to the both of them how much danger Ethan’s in. You’re welcome.”
I shook my head in disgust and turned to leave, my hand halfway to the door handle when he was suddenly right there , his breath against the back of my neck.
“Don’t,” he murmured, the heat of his closeness seeping all up my back.
“Fuck you,” I breathed, but I didn’t move any farther. Goddamn him for doing this to me, making me want him more than sense—
Oh. That was exactly what he’d meant by cloudy . He screwed with my head, too, and even now, my hand reaching for the exit, I couldn’t move away from him.
“I’m sorry,” he told me, his nose nuzzling into my hair.
“You apologize a lot.”
“That’s ’cause I’m a total ass most of the time.”
Despite myself, I laughed. “Fuck you,” I told him again.
One word whispered into the bare skin of my shoulder: “Please.”
I gripped his hand, hovering near my hip, and yanked him against my back. It was animal, this feeling—raw and impulsive, out of my ability to control it. Mason was a searing line of heat against me, crowding me against the wall, and I wanted him.
I shucked up my dress, bringing his hand around to my front and down into my underwear.
“You feel that?” I asked, my voice already ragged. I was so wet his hand slicked right through my folds. “That’s what you do to me.”
He pressed his swelling erection into my back. “Ditto.”
His fingers curled into me and I arched back against him, crooking an arm around his neck to hold him close. His mouth latched onto the side of my throat, sucking kisses, licking with damp strokes of his tongue and stinging with his teeth.
“Show me how much I mess with your head, Mason,” I demanded, knowing how utterly fucked up that was, and he released me, the scratchy feel of his jacket gone and the metallic rustle of his zipper echoing.
He put a hand on my back and steered me to the nearby desk. I had to brace my hands on the desktop as he pushed me over it.
He fell to his knees behind me, his hands wrapping around my bare thighs, pushing my dress all the way up around my hips. I felt his teeth catch in the band of my underwear, and then the cool air of the room on my ass and between my legs as he slowly dragged my panties down.
I sighed a shaky laugh, my palms starting to sweat where I was leaning. I turned my head back over my shoulder to see what Mason was doing.
He was looking—just looking.
He tossed me a dark smirk that burned like a whiplash and slipped two fingers back inside me, making my knees wobble. His teeth grazed my butt cheek, and with his free hand he gave me a sharp slap.
“Ah!” My cry came out more like a moan. “Goddammit, Mason.” I fought the urge to call him a tease again; it was exactly what he wanted.
Two fingers deep in me, his face pressed into my pushed up skirt at the bottom of my back, he slapped my ass again.
I arched my back, toes curling in my shoes. Mason’s fingers slipped easily in and out of me like a slow torment but it wasn’t enough. I was so damn wet, so ready for his cock.
He knew it, too, and he kept it up, adding another finger and biting into the swell of my ass, slapping with his hand when I got too used to the rhythm.
I felt my walls tighten around him, every bite and slap and thrust building up until I couldn’t stop myself from giving in.
“Mason, please,” I finally begged, and he growled against me, standing and manhandling me into the position he wanted.
One knee up on the desk, my legs stretched wide open. He parted me with his fingers, the blunt head of his cock lining up, and the first push had me groaning.
It hadn’t been that long since the last time but I was so desperate for him.
My height made it difficult for me to even keep one foot on the floor, and I had
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