“I’m spotting you.”
I run my hand down my face, feeling hot and frustrated. “I don’t need a fucking spotter.”
“Are you sure?” She bends at the waist, leaning in to shake the bar above my head and effectively shaking her tits. “You dropped one like this not that long ago. See, I have thescar to prove it.” Leaning even closer, she exposes her neck to me, running the tips of her fingers from the small red scar on her chin, right down to the tip of her puckered nipple on her left breast.
I snap.
Nina
It worked.
The proof is in the way he bolts from the bench, grasping my hand in his as he pulls me from the gym. I can tell he doesn’t know where he’s going, but the decision is made when he takes the steps to reception.
Gemma and Henry are sitting at the computer, and both of them look up as we rush past.
I should protest, right? Act like I’m being taken against my will.
“Not a fucking word,” Mason tells them, his voice like molten lava.
His face is hard as he walks through the luxury changing rooms. I already know I won’t let anything happen here, but I still want to know how far I can push him. Because right now I’m betting it’s pretty damn far.
He finds a cubicle tucked away in the back corner and drags me inside, then locks the door behind him.
“Mase.” I grin.
“Shush a minute.” He keeps his back to me.
When he doesn’t turn to face me, I reach out, draggingmy hand down the centre of his back and then step around and in front of him.
“You said you would dance with me.” I smile up at him and it’s real. I’m not messing with him.
“Apparently I’d do fucking anything for you,” he rasps out.
“Yeah?” I tease my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to sound confident, but the way my stomach coils tight at his words has me faltering a little.
He reaches for me fast and I let him. Our mouths clash together in an all tongue and teeth kiss, and he instantly demands more. My back hits the door and he lifts me, lining himself up then pinning me with his hips.
Our lips remain locked. Slow, long, drawn-out kisses that make my body vibrate with a deeper need. The need to sear him into my soul for an eternity.
Never in my life has something felt so right.
I pull his bottom lip between mine and suck until he draws back. He rolls his hips into me hard and the sound that leaves him as I release the now red puffy flesh… it tells me one of two things:
1.We are moments away from him being inside me.
2.Mason. Lowell. Has. Lost. All. Control.
He pulls at his black shorts, lowering them until his cock is freed. A whimper slips past my lips as his body brushes mine. It’s involuntary, but my mind’s way of snapping me back to reality.
His lips slide up my neck and he sucks at the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Mason,” I moan.
“I need you.” His body visibly shakes as he steps backfrom me, lowering me so he can slide his hands into my gym tights.
“Stop,” I tell him, halting his hands with my own. “It’s not that I don’t want you.” I look up at him through my lashes. I reach out and gently run my nail down the vein in his cock, making it jolt. “But you don’t trust me.” I pout, trying to keep the mood light.
His head drops to the side, my name a stark warning on his red, swollen lips. “Nina.”
I slide the lock I had my hand braced on and then slip from the cubicle while he tries to conceal his erection.
