Page 70 of Nanny for the Firefighter

The kiss deepens, and before I know it, Mason’s tongue explores mine, and his hands are all over me. My entire body heats, my core clenching, and I’m ready to lose any sense of propriety that I might have.

Fucking in a kitchen is very unlike me, but you know, I’d like to be someone braver for a hot second.

I pull back slightly and narrow my eyes as I bite my lip. I’m sure my cheeks are bright pink from all the crazy thoughts in my head, but I don’t back down.

“What’s in that pretty little head of yours, gorgeous?”

Mason smirks, and I chew all the more on my lip until I’m finally able to think enough to speak.

“Some ideas.” I grin, and Mason’s hands cup my ass. “I want…oh God, this is so hard?—”

“It really is.”

He grinds his hips against me, and the feeling of his erection pressing into me makes me bolder.

“Right here, Mason. I want you right here. Please.”

“Oh, Songbird,” he backs me up against the sink, framing me between his arms as he leans forward, “that wasgoingto happen. And I’m not holding back this time.”

“Don’t. I want to feel all of you, taste everything you have to offer.”

Mason’s smile is beaming. “Done, precious.”

He lowers his mouth so close to mine that it almost touches. I can feel his short breaths on my lips.

“Mason,please. Don’t tease me.”

That smirk just gets brighter. “Is that so? Well, then. Let me hear it. Let me hear you beg me for it.”

I suck in a shaky breath. I can’t believe myself. This is so brazen, and yet, it’s everything I’ve wanted from Mason for years.

No one has ever made me feel this wanted, this sexual, and I am eating it the fuck up.

“Mason, I want you to…”

My words drop off, and we hover in the moment on the edge of something.

“I want you to…”

I hesitate. This is still so strange for me. I’ve never been in command of my sexual desires like this. Jai was a terrible partner, and I’ve only ever considered what I wanted in my head.

With Mason’s arms framing me, though, I feel bold, powerful, and sensual. I push off the counter and whisper in his ear.

“Take me right here, Mason.” I breathe across his neck. “I want to see everything you’ve got. We’ve got a kitchen at our disposal. Think you can use anything in here? This is your permission. I want you—rough.”

My body hums—excitement and apprehension roiling through my blood—and I hear Mason suck in a deep breath.

When I look back up at him, his jaw is clenched. I’m so nervous, even a bit overwhelmed by what I’m asking for, but I’m even more thrilled to see what Mason has in store for me.

In a flash, his hand clamps down on the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair and squeezing. My scalp burns, igniting more of the desire building in my core.

His stubble scrapes across my cheek as his lips find the shell of my ear. “You’re going to sing so pretty, Songbird.”

Mason steps back from the counter, pulling me along with him by his grip on my roots. Fire swells in my veins as he guides me to the island, bending me over it.

“Goddamn, Bridget. I’ve been thinking about this ass all fucking morning.”

A good crack comes down over my ass in a spank, and I yelp quietly, still trying to keep the volume down because I know Mia is upstairs sleeping.

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