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“You’ve met superstars so that’s quite the compliment,” I say as a blush creeps into my cheeks. He doesn’t hold back when he speaks, and I love being the recipient of his words. It’s pure heaven.

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Maria, but I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s like my head’s floating in the clouds and no matter how much I try to ground myself I can’t find my footing.”

“Are we still working on lines?” I ask, the intensity of his words making me glow.

“No. This is fully how I feel,” he admits.

“Well, you make me feel the same. You’re incredible, Mason.”

We continue dancing, the world around us fading. The song ends, but neither of us moves a step away from each other. Our connection is too real, and I don’t want to let him go. Sure, we’ve had some drinks, but I feel far more drunk on him than on any alcohol I’ve consumed.

“Do you want to escape from here?” he asks as he leans back, his eyes glowing. I know what he’s asking . . . and I’m ready. “I got a room just in case we couldn’t drive. It’s very . . . very close.”

I don’t even have to think about this. “Yes,” I tell him. His eyes spark with hunger at my acceptance. We don’t even bother saying goodbye to anyone. We’ve been here for long enough. We rush from the room straight to the elevator and stand away from each other on the ride up. We both know the second we touch again, fire will happen.

We walk down the hallway and I hold my breath until Mason opens the door to the room . . . then shuts it behind him. My breath comes out in a rush. I look up and see he’s barely containing himself. I don’t know what to do.

“Maria,” he whispers, and that’s all I can take. I’m the one to move forward. I throw myself into his arms and press my lips to his.

The kiss is electric, the culmination of a week’s worth of tension and a hell of a lot of sexual innuendos in messages, followed by shameless flirting all night. His arms quickly wrap around me, pulling me close, and I lose myself in the sensation of being with him, of his strength and confidence, of his raw magnetism.

I’m not sure who moves first, but we’re suddenly making our way toward the very inviting bed, our clothes magically disappearing as hands roam over each other. We can’t stop kissing, touching, and gasping as we fall onto the bed half dressed. There’s no turning back now, and I don’t want to.

There’s so much more to us than sex. I have no doubt about this, but I can’t think until I have him inside of me and I sate this hunger. We can always talk later. This hunger might take more than one time to tame, though . . . and I’m more than okay with it.

His lips press to mine and we battle for dominance. Mason presses against me, and I gasp as a knee moves between my legs. Fire burns through my body.

My dress disappears in a blur of hands as he caresses and kisses a line down my body, following the fabric of my dress down. I don’t know when he managed it, but I look up and notice he’s stripped as well. My eyes hungrily roam the expanse of smooth muscled skin that’s revealed to me now. And then he’s over me, our naked skin finally pressed together. It’s even better than I could’ve ever imagined.

“I need you,” Mason says, and once again takes my breath.

“Then take me,” I demand. I can’t wait for foreplay. I need to be one with this man. “I’m protected, clean, and I trust you.” It might be foolish, but I want nothing between us.

“All in good time,” he promises. He sinks down and his lips trail a line from my navel to my chest.

“Enough foreplay. I need you now,” I beg. I grab at his hair and pull his face to mine, pressing my lips to his.

His eyes burn at these words, and he sinks between my thighs. He lifts my leg up and the tip of his length presses against me. I’m more than ready for him. I’m hot, wet, and need this more than I need my next breath.

He doesn’t hesitate before thrusting inside of me. I cry out at how full he fills me, and I nearly lose it as we become one. His mouth crashes into mine again as he sets a brutal rhythm, pounding in and out. The bed squeaks and the slapping of our skin echoes through the room, only broken by his heavy breaths and my cries of pleasure.

I explode around him, throwing my head back as more pleasure than I’ve ever felt before fills me. He pushes in again, then lets out a roar as I feel him press into me deeper than I thought possible.

I look up into his hazel eyes, feeling like I’m staring into his soul. My body trembles beneath him. I bring my hand up and run it over his smooth skin, a light sheen of sweat coating both of our bodies. He lowers himself down onto me and presses his lips to mine in a slow and sweet caress. He tries to move, and I wrap my legs around him, not ready to let him go.

It takes long moments before we get our breathing under control. He then shifts to his side with me tightly pressed against him.

“That was ridiculously fast. You’ve been making me burn for two weeks straight. Now I’m going to take my time,” he says.

“Give me a minute. I’m still shaking,” I tell him.

“There’s no rest for the wicked,” he tells me. He rolls off of my bed, against my protests. Before I can act, he picks me up bridal style and carries me into the bathroom.

“Fancy,” I mumble as he sets me down in his shower. It’s a large walk in that can hold an orgy of five or more. I stare at the three separate shower heads. Neither of us will be freezing in this shower.

“Nothing but the best for my lady,” he murmurs against my ear. I shiver as goosebumps rise due to the heat of his breath.

He turns on the shower and backs me up against the wall. One hand presses to my hip, while the other rests near my head, trapping me in an embrace that I never want to leave. His body pushes against mine; a perfect fit, before he’s kissing me so hard I’m more than ready to be taken again. His hand by my head wraps around the back of my neck, and he gently takes hold of my hair, tilting my head for better access. His other hand slowly slides lower, caressing my hip. The water cascades over us and runs across me in all of the best places. Before I lose my mind again, I push him away. He growls his disapproval.

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