His brows dip low as I smile down at him, and it seems to break his trance. He begins to move inside me. Hard and fast, not giving me a moment to catch my breath.
His hand lifts my leg, putting it flush to the fridge. My other leg drops an inch from his waist, and the move has him rubbing perfectly against the spot inside me.
“Fuck!” he bites out. “Don’t come yet.”
I close my eyes and try to think of anything but the feel of him.
His movements are uncontrolled and unlike him; a hyper wave of adrenaline as he thrusts into me relentlessly. I grit my teeth as his hand grips my thigh tight enough to mark.
He is wild. Unleashing everything he has.
My eyes flash open as a tortured cry leaves his throat. His sad eyes are locked on my face, and for a moment, he looks utterly broken.
Dropping his head, he hides from me, picking up the pace until my toes are curling and I can’t hold off any longer. My body coils tight around him, and I jerk forward as my orgasm takes me. He follows behind me, pumping three more times inside me before he stills, gripping my shoulder hard as he rains open-mouthed kisses against my throat.
What the fuck was that?
“Mase?”
His head rests heavily on my shoulder as we stand connected as one, but he doesn’t answer me. My leg begins to cramp, and I push from his grip, letting it fall to the ground. My tired eyes meet his, and the smile he gives me soothes some of the worry.
“Go shower, angel, and I will set up the table for dinner.”
* * *
I yawn and stretch,feeling incredible, my body the perfect kind of sore. Mason couldn’t get enough last night. Every time I thought he was done, he would be desperate for more and I know I will pay for it today; I feel exhausted.
Slipping from the sheets, I reach for my phone and see Maggie has texted me.
Maggie: No news this end. Have you had any luck?
I exit the message and chuck my phone to the bottom of the bed.
Shower first, then I’m fixing this mess.
Mason isn’t in bed, so I head for the stairs to look for him. I’m not surprised when I find him in his home office. It’s where he spends all his time recently.
“Hey.” I smile, moving around the desk and climbing into his lap. He buries his nose into my hair, kissing my neck. “You’re up early, Bossman. Even for you.”
“Hmm, I had to get some things sorted for the day. I have something to show you.”
“Yeah?”
He reaches forward and picks up a folder from the desk. I frown, stilling on his lap as he flips over the page and hands me the top sheet. “You can have your pick, but I think this one is perfect,” he whispers into my shoulder.
My heart rate begins to pick up. “I don’t understand; this is for sale and won’t be in my budget—ever.”
“The price is because of location, it puts you close to my office.” He squeezes my hip, watching me for a reaction.
I think he is trying to suggest this as a new studio, but that would be ridiculous because I could never afford it. “I need to find someplace for rent, Mase. This is ridiculously big, and completely out of my budget.” I laugh nervously.
“I know. Which is whyIplaced an offer.”
“You what?” I utter, standing and staring down at the sheet of paper in my hands.
“I’ve been looking for days. I viewed a couple, but none of them were right. Then this one came up just yesterday. Do you like it?”
I’ve been looking for days.
