Page 65 of Fallen Hearts

I tried to move my hips, but Mason wasn’t having any of it.

“Yes,” I said, trying again.

“You’re gonna call my name?”

“I am. Please, Mason.”

“Say it.”

“Mason.” He moved, finally.

“Again.”

“Mason,” I said, over and over as he thrust and used his thumb to bring me so close. “Mason,” I called, louder this time. Knowing he liked it. Wanting to please him. Wanting to find that ultimate pleasure again.

“Fuck, Mason. Yes.”

“That’s it,” he said, unrelenting. “Come all over my dick this time, just like you did my fingers.”

His words. His expression.

“Mason, I’m gonna come. So hard.”

“Good. That’s it. Come on, Pia.”

Every muscle in my body tensed and then I absolutely exploded. Taking away his hand, Mason buried himself so deeply inside me that I couldn’t tell where one of us started and the other finished.

His head tilted back as I continued to call his name. Mason made the most incredible low, sexy sound in his throat as he, presumably, came too.

“Fuck,” he said, not moving as my orgasm began to subside. “Jesus fucking Christ, Pia. I don’t know what the hell that was, but it felt really fucking good.”

He didn’t move just yet, and I didn’t want him to. I pulled Mason on top of me, wanting him to stay just a little bit longer.

“There’ve been a lot of fucks flying around here tonight.”

“Mmm.” He held himself up, so as not to crush me, but still I could feel Mason’s hard chest against my own as he did, unfortunately, pull out. “There could be more.”

Neither of us moved. Or spoke.

I’d just had sex with Mason Bennett. My boss. And it was really, really, really good.

“Count me in,” I said with a smile, wondering if I’d ever be able to get enough of him.

In response, Mason lowered his head and kissed me, the silent promise of more where that had come from ensuring it would be a long night ahead.

22

MASON

“Can I come in?”

Tearing myself away from Pia early this morning had been hard. Seeing her now behind that desk and keeping my hands off her was going to be even harder.

“Of course.”

She didn’t look at all as if we’d been up half the night, me making good on my promise to learn every curve of her body. My blue-eyed manager was as passionate in the bedroom as she was competent at her job.

I closed the door.

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