Page 104 of Word to the Wise

“Guess I should let you actually get some work done then.” Reed slides off the chair and tries to slip away.

I catch her before she gets the chance, spinning her to face me.

“Remember what I said, Sticks.” I tip her chin up. “Get that pussy nice and wet for me because I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold back after spending the afternoon down here thinking about what you’re doing. And as much as I’d hate to break you with my cock, it’s a tempting proposition right now.”

Reed’s cheeks are bright red. It rushes down her neck, and her smile is so devious, I’d love to force her to her knees to get the party started.

“Will do, big guy.” She drags her hand down my abs, all the way to my cock, squeezing it through my pants before turning to walk away.

“You’re going to pay for that later.”

She glances over her shoulder, winking at me. “I hope so.”

32

Reed

By the time Masongets home, my nerves are getting the better of me. I felt bold earlier at the shop, but now, not so much.

Even though I spent six years with a man, I never really experimented sexually. It made Carter uncomfortable to do anything interesting in the bedroom, even if I’m sure he had no problem when he was with other women.

But Mason is anything but boring. He takes me like he wants me any and every way I’ll hand myself to him. And after years of reading all the smutty books I could get my hands on, I have so many things I’ve never had the freedom to explore that I want to now.

Mason’s sneakers squeak with each step as he makes his way down the hallway. He’s too big of a guy to do anything discreetly, so I know he’s coming. And when he turns the corner to his room and spots me on his bed, every muscle in his hard body tenses.

His tight T-shirt shows off every carved inch of his chest beneath, and his forearms flex when he clenches his fists at the sight of me.

He’s holding back, and it’s clear it’s taking all his patience to do so. I’d feel bad if that wasn’t the point. But justas he’s been downstairs all afternoon wondering what I’m doing up here, I’ve been up here alone, thinking about him.

I never had much of a sex drive. If I felt really pent-up, I’d take care of it. But Mason brings out this carnal urge I’m only now becoming familiar with. And when he issued his challenge earlier, I couldn’t help taking him up on it.

Every time I came today was for him. But nothing took the edge off, when I need to be full in the way only he can make me.

“Fucking hell, Reed.” His gaze scans my naked body splayed out on his bed.

I’ve always been self-conscious of my curves but not with Mason. He stares like he’s looking at true beauty, and it warms me through to my heart at one glance.

His hands flex like he’s trying to restrain himself from not touching me, and I’m instantly aching in my core.

“Hi, honey, you’re home,” I tease, realizing only after how domestic that sounded.

I’d backtrack if I didn’t love the idea of me being the one he comes home to every day. So I let it sit there, leaving it up to him to tell me if this is too much.

After he opened up to me the night of his allergic reaction, I’m having a hard time denying that this has changed. And even if he was under the influence, I don’t doubt he meant what he said.

Mason walks into the room, stopping at the bottom of the bed, directly in front of me, not taking his eyes off my body. He’s still fully clothed, but it does nothing to hidehis excitement when there’s a clear bulge pressing tightly against his jeans.

“Were you a good girl?” Mason asks.

I bite my lip, nodding.

“Let me see.”

Slowly, I tip my knees open, exposing myself to him. Reaching down, I drag my fingers over myself, and I’m still soaking. I have been since I left him at the shop earlier. And even if the room is dim, with only a few candles lit, I’m sure he can see the proof as I drag my fingers in and out of my pussy.

His jaw clenches as I drive my fingers in again, and I sense the exact moment he snaps. His knees hit the bed, and he grabs my ankles, pulling me to him and diving between my legs.

I barely have time to pull my fingers out before his tongue is on me—in me. He’s ravenous, taking me like he fucks me when I ask for it rough. His scruff scratches the inside of my thighs, and it’s the best kind of burning sensation.

---