Page 8 of Hidden Obsession

He kissed her hair once more. “My head is full of fantasies about you, so if I can have one fulfilled, and at the same time help you to relax and sleep, I’ll take it. I know we can be more than you think. Please, Cleo, violet-haired goddess, be my fantasy.”

It was insane, and wild, and hot. “It doesn’t change anything between us, Mason.”

He hummed, never stopping caressing her under her tank top, his hand warm against her skin.

Throat dry, but unable to resist the challenge or her lust for the sexy man, she reached under her pants, between her legs. When she found herself wet and ready, her breath caught, and Mason answered with a deep moan behind her.

“Please don’t stop.” Pushing her hand gently, he whispered in her ear. “Move your hand.”

Cleo shivered but obeyed him, her body no longer hers to control.

Mason put his rough hand on her waist and caressed her hip and thigh to her knee, rounding her ass every time his hand went up again. Spurred on by the man behind her, her brain in a fog of desire, she started teasing herself like she did so many nights, imagining it was Mason worshipping her body. Her fingers knew her body well, and she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to explode, especially with her fantasy man in the flesh enticing her with his words and subtle touch. How Cleo wished he would cup her breasts or let his hand wander over her fingers. Better yet roll her beneath him and take her like she’d imagined so many nights alone in her bed.

At some point, Mason grabbed her knee and hooked her leg back over his, allowing her better access. Unable to think, unable to stop herself, Cleo pursued her pleasure until the teasing was too much to bear, and she frantically pushed herself toward the most brutal orgasm she had ever experienced.

Her body seized and she cried his name before the air got stuck in her lungs. It was like an electric shock coursing through her every muscle, burning her skin, extending the mind-blowing ecstasy as Mason whispered sexy-nothings into her ear.

Slowly, she relaxed, spent and unashamed, for now at least, and as Mason had predicted, her body shut down, unable to resist being pulled into a deep slumber after the intensity of her release.

With Mason cuddling her, his breath in her ear, unable to understand his words anymore, Cleo fell into a blissful sleep.