Page 42 of Forbidden Cravings

“No, just my own,” I teased.

His grimace turned to a coy grin, sexy and irresistible.

“And who were you thinking about while you were touching yourself, sweetheart?”

I sighed, relaxing into his touch. “You.”

My answer triggered something in him, and he pulled me to him, kissing me ravenously, his kisses demanding and unrelenting.

“Mason,” I mumbled, not wanting him to stop, but knowing I was running out of time.

I pushed him back, seeing the hurt in his eyes. Needing to reassure him, I grasped the lapels of his jacket and asked, “And has any other woman touched this body since I left?”

His grin was adorable, a moment when his guard was down. “Not a single one. But I can’t say these hands haven’t stroked my cock a few times while I imagined filling your mouth as I came.”

Heat spread through my lower body, and I inadvertently crossed my legs. He pushed me back. “You wanna come, sweetheart?”

Did I ever, but my time was limited, and I needed to change. “Yes, but I have to go get ready for lunch. This isn’t appropriate for Donelli.”

“I’ll keep Donelli occupied. Don’t worry about him. You just worry about how you’re going to keep from screaming when you’re coming around my fingers.”

His words soaked me, and I lost any thought of fighting as he unhooked the button on my jean shorts and pushed his fingers into me. I threw my head back, but his other hand forced my neck still. “Look at me when I’m breaking you, Case.”

He rubbed his thumb up my neck as his fingers drove into me, then back out to tease my clit. The heat in my body was rampant, flames licking at me with the intensity of his stare as he watched me fall apart. He ran his hand down my neck and over my chest, pushing my shirt up and pulling my breast free from my bra. All the while, his fingers continued to plow into me.

“That’s it, Case. Break for me. Show me who owns you.”

His words sent me over the cliff, my orgasm hitting with such force that I bit my lip to restrain my cry, feeling the skin break.

“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he muttered, leaning in and licking the blood from my lower lip. His fingers left me, but the convulsing between my thighs was still steady, increasing as he sucked his fingers into his mouth and groaned. Dropping them to my waist, he pulled me against his erection, saying, “See what you do to me, sweetheart? You have me so hard, I’m gonna think of nothing but sinking into you the rest of the day.”

“Whose fault is that?” I asked, stroking my fingers over it.

He grunted, snatching my hand away and pinning it over my head. “Don’t play with me, sweetheart. I may just fuck you here and let you sit through that meal with my cum leaking from you.”

“And I may just like that,” I played.

He dragged my bottom lip between his teeth, then scraped his cheek over mine, saying, “I missed you, Case.”

My heart soared, and I noticed how full it felt with him here. The thought of him leaving was terrifying because I didn’t want that emptiness to return.

His tongue traced my neck before he pushed away from me. Rolling his neck, he adjusted himself, his eyes hooded once again. “Do what you need to do, and I’ll stall Donelli. But if that asshole calls you princess again, I’ll kill him.”

“You can’t kill him. Nobody knows this is going on…whatever this is.”

His brow creased. “Whatever this is?”

I drew in a sharp inhale, hearing the hurt in his voice. “What is this, Mason?”

He shoved me against the wall again, stealing my breath with the intensity of his eyes. “This is me owning you, Casey. Don’t ever question that.”

“Is that all it is?” I asked, needing to know.

His eyes softened, his fingers brushing my cheek and pushing a loose curl back. He didn’t answer until he’d moved away from me, adjusting his suit jacket and taking the door handle in his hands.

He glanced over at me, saying, “No, that’s not all,” before he left, leaving my heart pounding with a mixed sense of hope and disappointment as I listened to his footfalls echo down the hall.

Chapter Thirteen

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