Page 64 of All Your Reasons Why

Below his navel is a treasure trail of darker hair that leads me to his thick, erect cock. A pearl of pre-cum glitters on the purplish head.

I lap it up. “Rowan.” He gasps again. “My God.”

I take him into my mouth, engulfing him. His fingers twine in my hair, guiding me, tightening, and his breath grows harsher and harsher. I move my mouth, sucking him into me, my hand clutching the shaft ...

My need still pulses between my legs, but I can’t be helpless for this man, can’t depend on him; I have to hold myself back. There are bands around my heart, erected for a very good reason, and if I let him shatter those bands, maybe my heart will tear itself in two.

Also, I love this. Feeling his need for me, the aching throb of his cock in my mouth, hearing his pleasured groans ...

He slides out of my mouth and in one swift move, rolls me over until I’m face-down on the bed. Then he reaches for his nightstand, snatching up a condom.

“Don’t move,” he growls, going all caveman.

“Your wish is my command.”

“If only.”

He spreads my legs wide and enters me from behind. He’s so large he stretches me, and pain and pleasure mix together. In one swift, savage thrust he pumps into me, hard, then does it again and again. The bed is rock solid, and I press my hands against the headboard and push back against him. Need rises and swells inside me, and it’s exquisite torture.

“Harder,” I cry out.

“Fuck, Rowan.” He grips my hips and pumps into me in a frenzied rhythm until the agonizing ache inside me explodes and shatters into orgasm. Intense heat and light roll over me again and again, wave after wave. I go limp, panting.

With a wordless cry he joins me, his body shuddering. His fingers sink into my hips with the strength of his grip. There will be bruises there, and I want that. I want the memory of this imprinted on me with an ache and a visible mark.

“So ... good ...” he says between gasps. He collapses on top of me, slick with sweat, and slowly slides out of me.

I can’t move. His arms wrap around me, and I’m so drained I couldn’t run if a river of lava were pouring in my direction.

I don’t know how much time passes before strength slowly seeps back into my body. My heart is hammering, and realization slowly seeps in.

I just had sex with Mason Raker.

Earth-shattering, addictive, amazing sex—with a bad-boy heartbreaker, with my client, with the one man I should never have gone near. A wave of dizziness rolls over me at the thought.

What the hell have I done? My job is my life. I eat, sleep, and breathe this job. I love this job. I love the challenge of it, love helping people shine and show their best self to the world, because when they do that, they start to feel like that best self and live up to it. Like Mason. I absolutely believe that visiting these kids has helped make him a better person and has given him incentive to stay out of trouble.

And now I’ve risked it all for ... a quick roll in the hay? I mean, I could have used my battery-operated boyfriend.

But I haven’t. Not in weeks. Because it just isn’t the same. I have to admit, what I wanted was Mason. And now I’ve had him, and ...

“What are you thinking?” Mason kisses my shoulder.

“Number one, that was freaking amazing.”

“We are, aren’t we?” He presses another kiss against my neck. “We are so fucking good together. I mean, it’s not surprising, is it? Individually, we’re amazing. Together, we’re amazing squared.”

A smile curves my mouth. I like that—too much.

Amazing squared.

I drag my thoughts back down to earth, to reality.

“And number two, things just got very complicated. This was incredibly unprofessional of me. I just—we need to be able to work together. I need to be able to help you keep it together, and to help the team, and—”

“Hey.” His arm loops around me. “It’s okay. We’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

But there is nowe, is there?

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