Page 22 of Mason

She slid out from under the desk and onto her knees. When she raised those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, he groaned. Shit. Was this what Nik and Dimitri felt when they did that whole dominance fuckery? Seeing her on her knees, looking up at him with so much trust and need, it flipped a switch he had no idea he possessed.

“Hi,” she whispered, wetting her lips.

“Hi, baby.” He cupped her jaw and ran his thumb over her lips. “You miss me?”

She nodded and nipped his thumb with her teeth. A slow breath hissed out of him, and he let go of her cheek so he could drag her up his body. Mason was shorter than his brothers, but at six-one, he still dwarfed Jo by a good foot. She looked so tiny pressed up against him. His cock grew harder. Fuck, he was gonna suffer through some blue balls tonight.

Jo tried to get her breathing under control. She’d been thinking about sex with Mason all afternoon, thanks to Cara, and seeing him in the flesh was doing all sorts of things to her hormones. Could she do it? She wanted so desperately to get over her lack of self-confidence when it came to her scars.

“I, uh…” Mason closed his eyes, and she saw the war on his face. He never pushed, stopped when she said stop, and dealt with the whole no-sex thing far better than any other guy would. Especially her ex, Ray Daniels, who was so self-centered the thought of her insecurities wouldn’t have entered his thought process.

Mason was different. He’d shown her more care and consideration in a day than Ray had in the three years they’d been together. Mason loved her. Cara was right. She should talk to him, but right now, she’d show him how much he meant to her.

Ignoring everything, including her own insecurities, she reached up and twined her fingers in his hair, pulling his lips down to hers. Mason let out a growl, and she smiled against his lips.

She kissed him slow and long, teasing his lips open until her tongue swept inside to seduce his. His arms pulled her closer, and she broke the kiss long enough to see the lust flaring to life in his eyes. She ignored his lips when she went back in and instead trailed tiny kisses along his jaw, enjoying how the scratch of his five o’clock shadow rubbed against her skin.

“You did miss me.” He cupped her ass and hauled her up his body until he was staring into her eyes. “Tell me what you want.”

Jo had no words to tell him what she wanted because she was afraid.

The timer on her stream saved her from having to answer. “Guess you’ll have to wait until later to find out.”

Mason groaned and buried his face between her neck and shoulder, his tongue swiping over her rapid pulse. That lick went straight to her center, and she groaned out loud. “Mason…”

“Shh, baby, I know.” He squeezed her ass one more time and gently deposited her into her chair. “Give me a minute, and I’ll be back.”

She watched as he slipped out of the room, probably headed for the bathroom for a quick hand job. Shame she couldn’t do the same, but her camera went live, and she forced her breathing to slow down and greeted her chat. She sent out a tweet and did a quick intro for her channel. This was going to be her next series, so she’d have to remember to include the intro where she wanted to break the stream up into episodes to upload on YouTube.

She made some small talk and went through new subscribers and laughed with some of the regulars. She had over six thousand people watching, so she wasn’t surprised when a few of the girls asked her why she looked so hot and bothered. Most of these people had been with her for years and knew her well, at least her onscreen persona. Considering her impromptu make-out session, she’d be surprised if she didn’t look all hot and bothered.

“Well, I have a surprise for all you ladies out there tonight. I brought along some gorgeous eye candy who should be here soon.”

It only took one guess for the girls in the chat to go crazy. They all loved her boyfriend. When Mason finally appeared a few minutes later, crazy turned into a full-blown madhouse. He laughed and talked with everyone, answering questions and helping her set up the PlayStation. It always gave her problems with her Twitch stream when it was connected to the computer.

“Now, who’s ready for someResident Evil?” she asked and flipped out the lights. Normally, she left the lights on, but she needed the darkness to hide how flustered she felt with Mason’s chair so close his arm brushed hers.

Mason’s foot rubbed up and down her leg, and the controller shook in her hand. She looked sideways at him, but he was focused on the screen. The slight smirk on his face was more than enough to confirm he was messing with her on purpose.

It was going to be a long couple of hours.

Mason yawned and turned off the computer, making sure to power it down. Someone had gotten into his laptop, so they might have gotten into Jo’s computers as well. He’d check before he headed back to his frat.

“Thanks.” Jo smiled nervously at him, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her unicorn t-shirt. She was leaning against the desk, her hair spilling down around her shoulders, the only light coming from the small desk lamp he’d clicked on when they’d finished the Let’s Play.

He reached for her, and she came willingly into his lap. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she muttered, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Josephine.”

“I…”

Mason tipped her head up so she had to look at him. “You’re nervous as a cat. Tell me what’s wrong. Have you gotten any more weird packages?”

“No.” She shook her head. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Then tell me what it is.” He stroked her hair and leaned back into the chair, enjoying the feel of her weight against him. She smelled delicious. It was that damn strawberry shampoo she used. It drove him crazy.

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