Page 100 of The Night We Met

“Oh my god!” I gasp out.

Mason’s mouth covers mine, absorbing my gasps as my orgasm continues to swim through me. His warmth leaves me as he slides his body down the bed and takes my pants with him.

I’ve barely recovered from the first orgasm before his mouth covers my pussy.

My hands grip the sheets and a strangled curse flies out of my mouth.

“Eyes on me baby,” Mason tells me. When I pick my head up, he holds eye contact with me as the tip of his tongue flicks my clit before sliding into my opening. The salaciousness of it all has my orgasm sneaking up on me. “That’s it. Come for me Kamryn.”

My body is weak to his command. Mason places a pillow under my hips and enters me in one slow stroke.

“Christ, baby. I feel your pussy fluttering around my cock,” Mason breathes out.

“You’re so deep,” all I feel is him and the way his cock hits every nerve. “I’m close, Mase.”

“Rub your clit for me baby,” My legs are placed on his shoulders as he continues his slow, languorous thrusts.

My breath catches in my throat, “Right there. I need to come Mason.”

“Me too, baby. Let go.”

And I do. My body shakes uncontrollably with my orgasm pulling Mason over the edge as well. His strokes become slower as the high comes down.

Mason falls to the side and takes me with him.

“How’d I do?” Mason asks with all the humor.

“World series win. Super Bowl champ. World cup winner.”

“That is quite a prize.”

I lean up and rest my chin on his chest. “You are my ultimate prize. I don’t mean it to sound cheesy or anything.”

I’m rewarded with a cute little smile from him.

I wish for days like this. Where we’re tangled in sheets and away from life's responsibilities. Where it’s just us two existing in each other’s orbit.

Kamryn

April. Four months later

We’re walking through Downtown Cincinnati and I can’t help but steal glances at my handsome man. He’s still got a nice tan from our days spent wandering around the beautiful island that was Santorini and lounging at the beach and pool. And apparently all of the other females can’t stop staring at him either.

“What are you looking at missy?” Mason asks when I peek at him for the tenth time.

My cheeks pink in embarrassment like I’ve been caught with my hand in the cookie jar. “You.”

He smiles his shy smile for me, “And what are you thinking about?”

“Skipping lunch and going back to my place,” I respond without hesitation.

His eyes darken before he blinks a little and realizes that we’re in a public place. “Ms. Rawlins. You are insatiable,” he wraps his arm around my shoulder to bring me in closer to him. “Besides…it’s good for us to be seen out and about.”

Since Mason announced his retirement it freed up a lotof time for us. Our relationship went fully public. And while there was some criticism and people dug into our past, we haven’t let those opinions penetrate us.

With my design schedule being way ahead, I’ve given my employees a full week off. Will I come to regret this? Maybe. But I also have a collaboration with Nina in the works so it’s best to come back with fresh minds.

We’re meeting the girls and some of Mason’s former teammates for food. Since we’ve been living here we haven’t explored the way Downtown should be explored. And the best way to immerse yourself where you live is by eating. Our whole day is planned around food and bar hopping. With mine and Mason’s first stop to get a coffee and to split a giant cinnamon roll.

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