Page 40 of Word to the Wise

Maybe he’d show me how to be dirty for him without judging me for it. He’d put me on my knees and let me be the one in control of his pleasure. He’d tell me how he likes it, and I’d torture him by holding back until he couldn’t stand it anymore.

Until he’d throw me on the bed and bend me like a pretzel while he fucked me.

The things I want Mason to do to my body are unholy.

I’d let him wake my soul up like he did my heart today when we went climbing. I’d let him remind me my body’s still capable of feeling things other than pain. That being numb isn’t worth it when pleasure is so damn good.

I slide my fingers into myself and wish it was him. I’m sure he’d hurt but in a good way. He’d stretch me to my limits, and I’d want him to take me there.

I’d be fearless for him.

Pumping my fingers in again, I pull them out and move them to my clit. I circle around and around as the pressure starts to slowly build. My entire body is shaking, and I’m on the verge of something I haven’t felt in so long. It’s ripping me apart.

Sealing my eyes tighter, I imagine it’s not my hand.

But it’s Mason. His tongue working me over. His fingers thrusting in.

Behind my eyelids, I see his bright-blue eyes, watching me like I’m the art he spends so much of his time fawning over. I imagine I’m something worth looking at. And that’s all it takes to pull the final thread.

My climax hits, and I’m flooded with pleasure. Waves roll from my chest to my toes. My hearing goes out, and it’s all white noise muting the city. My shoulders shake as I jolt with my release, and I’m combusting.

The hardest wave rockets through me, over and over, even after my hand has paused. My heart races, andmy mouth falls open with an uncontrollable moan. It’s all-consuming.

Slowly, I start to come down and my eyes flutter open. Sound filters back to my ears at the same time as footsteps make their way around the corner, and I move my hand so fast that I jump as Mason comes into view in my doorway.

“Reed, are you okay?”

He’s still wet from his shower, wrapped in a towel just like I imagined him. His body might as well be cut from solid stone. Every hard inch of his damp chest is on display. My imagination didn’t do him justice.

“Reed?” His concern fills his eyes, and I realize I’m staring at him.

“I’m fine.”

“Fuck, okay.” He rakes his wet hair back. “Sorry, I thought I heard you scream for me.”

Did I?

It’s a good thing the room’s dark because my cheeks rush with blood. “No, I’m fine. I just dropped my phone.”

My phone is across the room, and he glances at it sitting on the dresser, like he’s putting together the fact that it doesn’t make sense, but he doesn’t call me out.

“Okay.” He glances back at me. “Sorry to burst in. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mason.”

He disappears and part of me wishes he hadn’t. I might have just come, but the sight of him already has me back on edge.

I’m wide awake in more ways than one. And for once in my life, I don’t mind it.

13

Mason

A laugh echoes downthe hallway at the shop and it fills my chest.

Ever since the day I convinced Reed to leave the apartment and we went rock climbing, she’s been spending more time at the shop while I’m here. She’ll sit in the office and work on whatever project is underway with her online blog. Or she’ll hang out up front with Lyla and Fel.

While I used to keep the door shut when I was working, now it’s always open. Like my bedroom door at home. I don’t like it when there’s a barrier up when Reed’s around.

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