Page 72 of Nanny for the Firefighter

In one swift motion, Mason sheathes himself inside me up to the hilt, and I have to chew on my fist to keep myself from crying out.

As if that weren’t enough, he cracks his hand over my ass again, and I clamp down around his shaft as he drives it as deep as he can.

“Mason!”

I know that was a bit loud, but I couldn’t stop myself, and I’m still hungry for more.

“You like that, don’t you, Songbird? Squeezing down on my cock like that. My naughty girl.”

He does it again, laying a smack down over the other cheek, and I do. I fucking love it. But it’s also damn near impossible for me to stay quiet.

Mason lends a hand, literally. He reaches for me, pressing his palm to my mouth. It’s definitely the freakiest I’ve ever been, and damn, this is too fucking good.

My legs burn with the effort to keep myself raised on my tiptoes. I’m not tall by any means, and Mason has the honor of being one of the tallest men I’ve ever met.

It makes for some interesting dynamics, but then he reaches under my leg, hooking it up into his arm until my knee hits the edge of the counter.

Thanking God that I’m flexible, I use it as an anchor for Mason’s furious thrusts, and his cock hits even deeper, making me whimper into his hand.

I’m so close again, and the sound of our bodies meeting fills the kitchen so much so that my pussy clamps down around him all the harder, knowing that we’re doing this in such a visible place.

“Oh, that’s so fucking good, Songbird. You’re gripping me so damn tight.”

Mason’s words are growled out, and at once, I remember that he’s still fully dressed in his business suit.

Hell, my shirt is still on, and the fact that we both just needed to have each other right fucking then is so fabulously dirty.

Some part of me knows that the bar for sexual encounters is low in my book because of so many lackluster nights with Jai. Still, I’ve never been this turned on in my life.

Spanking me again, Mason barrels into me, and I can feel him thicken. There’s this incredible swell of pride and euphoria, knowing that this is working for him.

Knowing thatI’mworking for him.

I rock my hips harder along with him, hungry for his release and my own.

“That’s it, beautiful girl. Make me come.”

The praise lights me up, and I fuck together with Mason until I feel his cock hit just the right angle, and then I’m flying over the edge.

I come hard, squeezing around his dick. Seconds later, warmth floods me as Mason comes, and it drags out my own orgasm until my legs are shaking.

As if on cue, a delighted shriek echoes through the kitchen from the monitor, and I know Mia is up.

Gently lowering my leg down to the ground, Mason leans over me as he wraps me in his arm, both of us just standing there still connected for a moment.

“I’m so glad that she let us finish.”

I can’t help but laugh, looking over my shoulder and giving Mason a kiss.

“Me too. But,” I sigh, lifting myself so that Mason slides free, and I immediately hate that he’s gone, “we really should go do the life things we need to.”

He hums gently on my shoulder, hovering behind me as his nose buries into the crook of my neck.

“Ugh, I suppose.”

After another moment, Mason steps back and pulls himself back into his pants. He reaches for my shorts and underwear next, handing them to me with a bewildered smile.

“I don’t want you to have these, but seeing as I won’t be here anyway…”

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