“And it’s too much,” I repeat, pausing to brush my lips against his. “Okay?”
“I want this to be different,” Mason adds, in a lower voice. His eyes are soft now and boring into me with such intensity that it’s making my pulse quicken. “I know you’re used to a different kind of relationship.”
I link my fingers over his neck. “I’m here. I don’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t want anyone else.”
Mason searches my face and cups the back of my neck. “I don’t know how to do the romance, flowers and feelings part of all this.”
One half of my lips turn up into a smile, and butterflies settle in the center of my stomach. “You’re trying though.”
Mason blows out a breath. “I am.”
“I don’t care about the optics, Mason. The fact that you’re trying it’s….everything.”
Mason gives me a half smile that sends a swarm of butterflies straight to my stomach. “Good."
Fuck me.
What is it about this man that makes me want to lose myself in him till nothing else exists?
Even now, with my parents’ words still reverberating inside of my head, all I can think about is him, and how much I want to curl up against him.
I don’t want any space, physical or otherwise, between us.
“This is enough,” I murmur, pausing to use my hand to make a sweeping hand gesture. My chest is tight with emotion as I sort through my next words carefully. “Youare enough.”
Mason claims my mouth with his, and the energy between us shifts and crackles.
In one quick move, Mason has me pressed between him and the desk, the smooth wood digging into my back. He draws back to look at me and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “I’m sure you’re going to realize how fucked up this all is….”
“Not a chance.” I breathed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“In that case…”
Suddenly, his mouth is on mine again, hot and demanding.
He nips my bottom lip, and his tongue darts in, plunging and sweeping. My breath hitches in my throat as he rubs himself against me. Then he uses one arm to pin my arms over my head as the other pinches my nipples. A thick fog of desire settles over me as I squirm against him.
Mason pulls back abruptly. “Take the rest of your clothes off and sit on the desk.”
The blood is roaring in my ears as I do as I’m told.
Mason rummages through a drawer and pulls out a pair of handcuffs and a whip. He waits until I’m sitting on the desk to cuff me to either side of the desk, leaving me naked and exposed. I lick my dry lips and watch him through hooded eyes as he circles me, his bare chest glistening underneath fluorescent lights. Slowly, he circles back to the front and stops in front of me. Then he runs the whip along the inside of my thighs, causing goosebumps to break out.
“Remember your safe word.” Mason’s voice drops to a husky timbre that gives me chills. “We’ll take it slow.”
I nod, and he moves the whip back. It makes a low cracking sound before it connects with my legs, sending a jolt of pleasure and pain through me. The molten pressure in my belly pools as he strikes again, against my other leg.
“God, you have no idea how fucking sexy you are right now.” Mason’s voice is barely above a whisper. He crushes his mouth against mine and runs his tongue along my lower lip. Before I can open my mouth, he undoes my handcuffs, and my hands fall to his shoulders. I rake my fingers down his back, and he growls, sending another wave of desire through me.
Nothing else matters outside this moment.
We are the only two people who exist.
Mason wrenches his lips away and kisses a path down my neck. He takes one nipple between his teeth and tugs. I sink my nails into his hips and throw my head back. He moves onto the other nipple, and I moan, the sound echoing back to me in the stillness of the room. Suddenly, Mason hoists me up and spins me around.
He binds my hands and pushes me forward so that I’m bent over the desk.
My pulse skitters and anticipation washes over me.
