Without a second thought, I slide his boxers from his hips and free him.
Precum glistens on the head, and I bend, my eyes locked on his as I lick the entire underside of him, then flick my tongue across the tip, tasting him.
He groans, grabbing hold of my head as I smile around him. I hollow my cheeks and draw him into my mouth, swirling my tongue across his silky-smooth skin with every bob of my head. My eyes are locked on him, unable to look away as I watch him fight for his control.
His body tenses as I take him to the back of my throat, making his abs ripple under my free hand.
Sensing him losing control, I take him deeper, suck harder, until he is pumping into my mouth relentlessly, his hands holding me where he wants me with an almost painful grip on my hair, and all I can do is take him.
“I’m going to come,” he warns.
I swallow around him, and he comes in a rush down my throat. I pull back, struggling to take all of him.
He breathes heavily, throwing his arm back over his eyes before breaking out in a deep chuckle.
I slowly pull back, my cheeks on fire from my arousal.
“Fuck. Is this a wind-up? Did Elliot pay you to do this to me?” He smiles.
I sit back in shock, my stomach turning. “You think I’m a prostitute?”
“What? No!” He reaches for me, trying to run his thumb over my chin, but I snap my head away and wipe it with my forearm.
My eyes burn as I look down at the sticky spot.
I think I’m going to be sick.
“I’ve got to go.” I start to scramble for my things.
“Wait! What? Nina, hold on a second.” He tries to untwist from the sheets, but I’m faster and make it out of the room and down the stairs before he can stop me. I rush to the elevator with my shoes and bag in hand, shimming my dress up my legs and discarding the T-shirt on the floor.
The elevator doors slide open, and I’m met with myself. I look into the mirror, tears burning behind my eyes.
All I see isher.
Just as the doors begin to close, Mason rushes forward, putting his body between them and forcing them back open.
He grabs me in a desperate hold.
“Get off me!” I yell, hiding my face from him.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he demands. “Did Elliot fucking pay you last night?”
I snap my head up, looking straight through him. My chest feels like it’s cracking into two.
Does he honestly think that?
He can’t think that.
The first tear breaks the dam, and he releases me as if I’ve slapped him.
“Shit. Nina, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” He runs his hands through his hair, his eyes wild.
I slam my palms against his chest with everything inside me, pushing him back and clear of the doors.
“Leave me alone, Mason.”
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