Page 17 of My Virgin Puck

Love. Love about him.

“Have you had enough to eat?” Mason asks, plucking the napkin from his neck.

I puff my cheeks out. “I have. Although…” I peer down in the empty chamber that held the tiramisu. “If you’ve got any more dessert, you could give it to me…”

The song stops playing and suddenly the entire café is dead silent. My words echo like a deep dark cave has ripped them from my mouth and all that I can hear is my voice saying ‘give it to me’ over and over again.

My eyes pop. Fuck. After the entire night going so perfectly, at the last moment, I say something ridiculous. Give it to me. Give it to me.

My face scrunches and I’m balling a fistful of tablecloth in frustration. The second my eyes pop open, Mason is at my knees, his purple gaze leeching into my soul and pulling me close to him.

“Madi…” Mason whispers, his hot palms resting on my thighs, sending a surge of heat through my legs to my core. “There’s something you need to know…”

I swallow hard. “What?”

The café is quiet. Only a clattering of washing dishes can be heard in the distance.

“I’ve had a crush on you for a long time. I come to the office every day just to see you.” Mason’s breath is heavy, his eyes intense. “I should have done something a long time ago, but I was scared. I’m not like the other guys. I’m not what you are used to… A woman like you…”

My brows scrunch. “What are you talking about, Mason?”

He cringes and suddenly my gut feels like it’s the size of a peanut, contracting and gripping my insides with a gut-wrenching ache.

“Madi…” Mason breathes, his hands balling against my dress. “I’m… I’m a virgin.”

Without thinking, my hands reach out and clasp both sides of Mason’s face and I’m lashing my tongue against his. My body explodes with a sense of urgency, and our body presses together in a mess of arms, hands and faces.

“Oh, Mason,” I cry out.

His lips slide across mine and a pool of wetness drenches my panties. My tongue swipes across his, deep, tender and everything I’ve ever needed. My body heats and when he moves his rough beard along the sensitive skin of my neck, my head rolls on my shoulders and I’m his. All his.

It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. From the moment I saw him a few months ago, my very first day in the office, it’s all been for this.

“Mason,” I breathe as Mason’s hands slide down my dress and over my curvy hips. “Mason… Mason… Mason!”

I pull Mason’s head away from my collarbone and when he looks up at me, he’s panting, and his usually perfect hair is messy and ruffled.

“Yeah?” Mason splutters, his tongue swiping across his lips as if he’s ready for more.

“I am, too,” I say. “I’m a virgin, too.”

There’s another silence and Mason’s breathing stops. He’s just staring at me and I can hear his mind ticking over. I can see his mind working the information over, and when his lungs finally start up again, a beaming grin lights up the dark corner of the café.

“Let’s get out of here,” he says. “It’s time for the real dessert.”

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