Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
He shoves off the wall, disappearing around the corner, and I’m left a panting, melting mess.
I drop my head against the wall, my body coming to life at his words, graphic images flashing through my mind and making me shake with anticipation.
“Payton.”
I jump, my smile breaking free as I follow after him, stepping around the corner and watching as he takes special care, testing the water of the giant, egg-shaped tub. It’s a double spout, so it begins to fill quickly. Mason tears open a small package and dumps the contents into the steamy water. Instantly, hints of lavender fill the air, and then he squeezes some body wash in, and I watch as bubbles start to rise to the water’s surface.
He steps back, looking at it for a long moment before spinning to face me. “It’s not perfect, but it will do for tonight.”
“It’s more than enough,” I whisper.
“It’s not.” He comes closer, his fingers grasping the hem of my sweater. “I’ll be better prepared next time.”
“I love that there’s a next time.”
“Mmm,” he moans in agreement, lifting my shirt over my head in one swift move. His eyes hit mine, and he presses into me. “Tonight, I’m going to love you,” he promises. “Tomorrow, I’m going to ruin you, and the day after that?” His voice drops ten octaves, and he tugs my lower lip between his teeth. “Baby, the day after that…I’m going to punish you a little.” He bites a bit harder, making me gasp, and then he’s swooping in on my chest, licking across the sweep of my breast as he reaches behind, undoing the clasp on the first try. “How does that sound, my sweet girl?”
“Yes.” It’s all I can say, but he needs no other words.
Mason slides my bra down my arms, and I tremble when his fingertips purposefully apply pressure on their descent.
I start to shake, and he pulls back, his eyes finding mine before lowering to my exposed breast for the first time. He sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, and my pulse jumps as he lowers to one knee, those dark, decadent eyes on me as he brings his mouth to my nipple.
I keep my eyes on his, unable to break the spell he has me under, and when his tongue lashes along my nipple, I cry out.
His pupils blow wide, and he groans, quickly moving to the other side and pulling back, watching in satisfaction as my nipples turn to sharp beads. “So fucking perfect,” he rasps, palms gliding lower.
He skims them along my soft stomach, and I wait for the self-conscious part of me to kick in, but it never comes.
My body isn’t what it was before my pregnancy. It’s thicker now, softer, but he doesn’t seem to care. Quite the opposite in fact.
He worships my curves, kissing my flesh and biting at my skin as his fingers slip into the waistband of my leggings. His heated eyes find mine, and ever so slowly, he tugs them down, tearing them off my body until I’m standing bare before him.
Seeing him in front of me, on his knees with a fire in his eyes, is almost too much.
It’s too much yet nowhere near enough, as, like him, I’ve waited for this, too.
Reaching out, I run my hand through his dark hair, and his eyes drift closed for a moment, his chest rumbling.
When he opens them again, he holds my gaze hostage, then snaps his down, lasering in on the most sensitive part of me.
His teeth sink into his lower lip, and his chest heaves. His right hand glides up my outer thigh, his left swiftly sliding to the inner part of my legs, and I hold my breath as his textured palms skate higher.
A shiver runs through me, and I tug his hair, making him moan, but my own follows a moment later when his pointer finger slides between my legs, right through my heat.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmurs. “And so wet for me.”
I’m a shaking mess, and slowly, his eyes lift to mine, now nearly black in color.
His fingers shift, and then he’s at my entrance. He drives up, sliding inside me, and I gasp, pushing down onto his hand, begging for more. Deeper.
Mason shakes his head, a devilish smirk on his face as he slowly pulls his finger out of me.
I whine in protest, words no longer humanly possible, and he chuckles, all dark and dirty-like.
“Oh, baby girl. Did you think it would be that easy?” he whispers, raising to his feet and taking my breasts in his hands, kneading them gently as he flicks his tongue along my lips. “I said you would come at least twice, but you’ll come when I let you.”
“Jesus.” I squeeze my eyes closed.
His mouth.
What an epic fucking surprise.
“Get in the bath now, baby.”