Page 11 of Mason

What the hell is going on?

I slide the jumper off my shoulders and down to my waist, fingertips skimming the soft flesh on my hips.

My cheeks burn red.

Knowing the kinds of women he’s used to seeing naked makes this that much more horrifying.

At the same time, I can’t deny that I actually like this at some level.

I like knowing he wants to look at me.

Mason’s eyes lock on my chest, and I’m acutely aware that my taut nipples peek through my bra. My breath hitches. I exhale slowly, as if to pause the inevitable. A low growl emits from Mason’s throat, and it flips a switch inside of me.

He leans back in his chair and crosses his feet on the glass surface of his desk. “Don’t stop now, Miss Landers. Things are just starting to heat up.”

Jesus. He isn’t kidding. My teeth sink into my lower lip hard enough to sting.

Turning away for a moment to gather my courage, I unclasp my bra, then lean forward, cradling my full breasts with my cool hands. As the narrow straps slide over my shoulders, I turn back to him and let the bra fall to the floor. Every nerve ending in my body snaps to attention, truly awakened for the first time.

Looking down at my chest, I see that my nipples are tightly puckered, their color deepened by arousal, and as round and firm as two ripe berries. A flush of embarrassed heat creeps up the side of my neck and behind my ears.

“More,” Mason says, his voice a low drawl of lust.

My hands trail across my stomach and along my sides, pausing as I hook my fingers under the thin material of my jumper, so that I can shimmy it down my hips. The cool, conditioned air nips at my skin, leaving tiny goose bumps along my flesh.

“I…I didn’t…” My words fail me as I hesitate to take it all the way down.

“All of it must come off,” he states flatly, and finally I comply.

I’m now completely nude and at his mercy.

Mason’s eyebrow quirks. “No underwear?”

I lick my lips. “They didn’t, uh, work with the outfit,” I say, voice cracking with humiliation. Every part of me wants to melt into the floorboards, disappear into thin air.

“Perhaps I underestimated you, after all.” He nudges his head toward me, narrowing in on the soft curve of my stomach, bloated from too much wine and ice cream. I’m sure he can see my heart beat under my skin, can hear its rapid thump of fear. “Continue.”

My chest fills with air. I allow the jumper to fall to the carpet, leaving me with only a thin pair of nude nylons, pressed tight to my skin.

“Fuck me,” Mason says in a low growl that curls my toes. “You’re so god damned sexy.”

No one has ever said that to me before, and my pussy clenches in response. The musky scent of my juices whispers under my nose.

Mason kicks his feet off the desk and stands. He walks toward me and shoves his hands in his pockets, drawing my attention to his groin. Beneath his trousers, his hard cock points erect. A rush of unexpected power—and desire—radiates from my core.

In one swift motion, Mason grabs my waist and spins me around. Before I know it, I’m bent over his desk, my cheek flat against the glass surface, blood rushing to my head. He pushes up against me, hard cock tight against my ass, and grinds his hips. “What does your gut tell you now, Miss Landers?”

A lump of unease inches up my throat, rendering me speechless.

His fingers curl under the waistband of the nylons and gently tug. I can hear the material begin to tear as he pulls them down over my buttocks to reveal my naked ass. My butt muscles clench.

Mason’s breath feathers across my neck. “Do you remember why you’re being punished, Miss Landers?”

I swallow hard. “Yes, Mr. Wood.”

“Good.” His fingertips drift along the curve of my ass. “Lovely.”

Without warning, the flat of his hand connects with my skin, sending a tingling vibration down from my buttocks to my thighs. The first slap is gentle, little more than a pat, and strangely sensual. I suck in a gasp.