Page 19 of Hidden Obsession

Her laughter filled the space between them. “God, I hope we aren’t the next Romeo and Juliet. Didn’t they end up dead? How anyone thinks that’s romantic, I’ll never know.”

He chuckled in return. “True. Now, get yourself to bed, we have work tomorrow.” He pushed her gently toward the door.

Cleo laughed softly, and it went straight to his cock, forcing him to bury a moan. She stopped at the door to the hallway and turned back to look at him, offering him a sultry look. “You coming?”

Mason shot back his drink, placed the empty glass on the counter, and followed her silent invitation. Cleo took his hand and led him to his bedroom before she turned and leaned into him. “I can’t sleep without my new sleep therapy.” She began to unbutton his shirt.

“That right?” With a grin, he lifted his hands into her hair and began to pull out the flowers there.

“Yes, and I must say I recommend it. Maybe you should try it too.”

Mason felt like his cock was going to explode right then at the images her words conjured up. “Maybe I will, but I thought you were tired?” Regretfully, he gave her a chance to back out.

“I was, and now I’m not.” She stepped back and pulled her dress over her shoulders and down, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her in just a white, lace bra and thong.

“Fuck it.” That was all he could say to the vision in front of him, taking her to the bed with a kiss that left them both breathless. He was in awe of her soft skin under his hands, the lush curves beneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Cleo.” His voice rumbled as he kissed his way down her front, teasing her nipple through the lace of her bra with his mouth, making her arch against him and hold his head.

His cock was pressed to her core as she squirmed against him seeking more, seeking relief from the need building in them both. Mason moved his hands down her ribs, over her small waist, and the gentle flare of her hips. His head followed as he kissed his way toward the edge of her panties. “I want to taste you,” he begged, meeting her dark eyes with a desire that he knew matched his own.

“Yes.” He could hear her need in her reply.

Mason moved her thong down her long legs, where she kicked them off with a flick of her feet. His eyes landed on her pussy, the thin strip of hair a pleasant surprise in this time where women felt they had to shave every inch of hair from their bodies. Kissing his way closer, he nipped the inside of her thighs with his teeth before swiping his tongue along the sweet folds of her pussy. Mason nipped, licked, and kissed her, tasting her until he felt drunk on the sweet taste of her and the whimpers and groans that came from her.

“Mason,” she begged as she held his head to her, her hips moving looking for more.

Mason lifted his head and caught the look of complete rapture in her eyes before he smiled and went right back to her pussy.

“Mason, I...” She began but never finished as her climax crashed through her. Legs shaking, body writhing, she rode the sensations that racked her body. The complete way she surrendered to the moment was hotter than hell and had his balls aching for release. He dropped a kiss on her swollen clit before he crawled back up her body. “That was...amazing.” She stroked his cheek and stared into his eyes.

“Yeah, it was.” He saw her eyes soften as she pushed him up, so they were both sitting on their knees on the bed.

“Now it’s your turn.” She shoved him back until he lay flat.

He went willingly, wanting to see what she would do next. In the most seductive move he had ever seen, she crawled closer until she was kneeling over his waist, her hands at his belt. Cleo made quick work of the belt and then undid the zipper on his pants, her movements slow and considered as she exposed his hard cock to her hungry eyes.

“Commando.” Cleo purred with a raised brow. “Hmm, if I had known that then dinner would have been much more interesting.”

“Dinner was perfect.” He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed a meal so much.

“But dessert will be better.” She grasped his hard cock and stroked him from root to tip. Mason bucked his hips as her head lowered and Cleo followed the path of her hand with her tongue, licking and teasing him until he wound his hand in her hair and tugged, making her moan before she took him in her mouth.

The moan slipped from his throat in a guttural sound as she took him into her mouth. It was all he could do not to flip her on her back and fuck her throat. This was the best kind of torture, and he began to move his hips as she worked his cock like a god-damn pro.

He felt his balls tighten and the warning tingle shot along the base of his spine as she teased him. “Cleo,” he warned as she backed off, before starting again.

“What?” The question sounded so innocent as she dove back in, taking him so far back in her throat before swallowing he saw stars. His control gone, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back, before crawling up her body and pushing his cock back into her waiting mouth.

“No more teasing, little girl.” With a growl, he began to fuck her mouth as his hand teased her pretty pussy, circling her clit until she was rocking her hips again as she worked him.

“I’m gonna cum.” He could only groan as he felt his climax peek. His words seemed to encourage Cleo as she worked him harder, not stopping until he came hard, his vision going white as he heard her scream her pleasure beneath him. Next time he would fuck her until they both came so hard they passed out, but for now, he pulled his softening cock from her mouth and watched the woman who was so put together lick her lips and grin.

Cleo was a gift, and she deserved to be worshipped, but they needed sleep. Striping his clothes, he crawled into bed after putting on a pair of gym shorts and giving Cleo one of his T-shirts. Then he wrapped her in his arms, and they fell asleep, neither of them thinking about the danger that stalked her.