Mase
We stumblethrough the suite door, not bothering to look around the room before we hit the deck.
“Let me take you to the bedroom,” I moan as she dips her hand past my waistband, freeing me from my trousers.
“Later,” she pants.
Not needing to be told twice, I smother her lips, strip her tights from her legs and slip the thin material of her lacy underwear to the side. I glide my knuckle through her slick flesh.
“Fuck!”
“Mase,” she begs, grinding her hips forward to find friction.
I line myself up and slide into her, dropping my head to her shoulder as she struggles to take me fully.
Her warmth surrounds me, pulling me in and squeezing with every tremor.
This fucking woman.
“Move! Please, move.”
“Stop. Talking.” I ground out, fighting to keep my control.
I should have taken her on the plane instead of being a greedy prick. Making us wait has us both riled up. I roll my hips and she cries out, but I’m too far gone to turn back.
I flip her to her knees, sinking myself back to the hilt. I squeeze the two full globes of her ass, watching as her cunt struggles to take me.
“Oh god, Mason!”
I grasp the back of her neck and push her to the ground, my other hand clenched against her hip and keeping her glued to me. My hand slips around to her throat, my teeth trailing along her ear. “Squeeze me.”
She ripples around me, and I don’t move, letting her do the work for me—and fuck does she work for it. Clenching herself around me relentlessly until I’m on the edge of insanity, and the grip on her throat becomes too tight. She bucks back into me and I drop her, letting her fall to the floor. Rolling her over, I bend, placing kisses up her body and over her partly exposed tits—it’s all I could manage in our haste. I keep going. Up her neck, across her jaw, sliding back into her heat as I reach her lips.
“Am I too rough, baby?” I murmur, brushing her throat with the back of my hand.
Her eyes darken. “Not nearly enough, Bossman.”
My cock turns to steel inside her.
She meets my every thrust, every roll of my hips, every swipe of my tongue. Each and every one met with her own need. Our bodies move as one until it’s too much and we fall over the edge together, deep into the abyss.
* * *
Nina
It’sdawn when I wake, and my stomach churns with the need for food. We skipped tea last night, choosing to hole up in the room—mostly naked—instead.
Mason lies on his back, one arm behind his head and the other covering the crown jewels. His powerful body laid bare for my hungry eyes.
He couldn’t be gentle with me last night. As much as he would try, it always ended up the same way it started.
His need for me uncontrollable, but mine just as insatiable.
I’ve never had as many orgasms as I did last night, and I know I need more sleep after such a late night, but I can’t sleep when I’m this hungry.
I pull back the covers and tiptoe to the door, stepping out and into the suite. We are on the seventh floor of The Four Seasons Hotel, and after our less than classy entrance, I finally get to survey the beauty that is the Eiffel Tower suite.
Naive maybe, but I expected a room—just one—a bathroom and perhaps a pokey little window that I pictured hanging out of with Mason at my back. Cute, boutiquey, Paris kind of vibes.
