Page 67 of Nanny for the Firefighter

Mason seems thrilled to give it the attention I want, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

“Ugh, Mason. Oh, God. Don’t stop.”

“Anything for you, Songbird.Anything.”

Pressing his lips to mine again, Mason pushes his hips between my legs until his erection is poised right at my entrance.

My nerves go wild as he smooths himself through my folds, readying me with his taunting teases just a bit more.

I arch my back, moaning.

“Mason, please.”

The cry is soft but intense, and I look up long enough to see Mason smirking down at me.

With that, Mason drives himself home, deep and up to the hilt in my pussy. It’s pure bliss, my walls clenching around him.

I cry out again, gripping his shoulders and digging my nails into his flesh. The intensity is staggering, and Mason’s grip on me is iron.

He fucks slow and strong, a steady rhythm that lets me feel every inch of him rub against me.

An intoxicating dance starts up as we move together, and my brain empties of all the insecurity and doubt, the sensations of Mason sliding in and out of me forcing everything else out.

“Oh, God, Mason.”

He flexes his hips back and forth, making me rock against him. Each movement is pointed and deliberate, zinging my nerves with incredible electricity.

I let go, and there’s nothing in the world as breathtakingly exquisite as this moment right here and now.

“That’s it, Songbird.” Mason groans, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. “Goddamn, you feel like heaven.”

The world around me fades from existence as Mason claims me so completely. Desperate moans and arches take control as he sinks deep inside me.

I wrap my legs around his hips, riding the pleasure with him and feeling…beautiful.

Tingling burns in my clit, and I feel Mason thicken inside me. We ride the wave of release as it powers through us—sharp and explosive.

“Mason,” I cry out, clamping down around him.

Stillness gradually takes over, and all I can hear is our breaths as we come down.

For several moments, Mason lays there, his head buried in my neck, and I hold onto him tightly.

When Mason eventually slides back, he tumbles onto the bed next to me and pulls me under his arm. Grabbing the covers, Mason throws them over us and sighs.

As silly as it is, I can’t stop myself from nuzzling against his side.

“You are beautiful, Bridget, and you deserved none of that.” Mason’s hand runs down my back.

I crane my neck to look up at him. “Thank you, Mason. It’s…it’s been a while since anyone made me feel that way. So…thank you.”

NINETEEN

Bridget

Back at Mason’s, I know that he has a busy day scheduled, and he texted that it would likely be a late night. To prepare, I ran over to the craft store and got something for Mia and me to do that’ll take up time and be fun.

As I step inside the house, Mason is scrambling around like a chicken with his head cut off, trying to get his things together. I can’t help but smile, and I drop my bag on the table by the door.

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