Page 44 of Swept Away
“We can go, if you want to.”
“He’ll be mad that we’ve ruined his couch.”
He laughs against my skin.
“We didn’t ruin his couch.”
A door opens in the back, and I turn to stone.
“Oh, my God. He’s coming back.”
“Do you want me to tell him to return to the bathroom?” he asks seriously, and I feel like there’s a trap hidden in his words.
He lifts his gaze and sinks it deep into my eyes.
“We can finish with him here… He won’t mind it. Will you?”
My mouth falls open as I mull over an answer.
And the answer comes from between my legs as I pulse around him.
His eyebrows go up, an amused expression sliding over his face.
“Is that your answer?” he jokes.
“That’s not my answer,” I say, swatting his shoulder slightly, with humor.
Carter’s steps echo in the hallway before coming to a stop.
He clears his throat.
“Can I come in?” he asks.
Mason looks at me, but I can’t utter words, still throbbing around him, harder than before, my pleasure sliding up again, begging to be released.
“I need to come again…” I whisper, hoping Carter can’t hear me.
“I can talk to him,” he says evenly, and I’m sure Carter can hear us from where he stands.
I don’t know what to say.
“Can you give us a few more moments?” Mason asks in a firm voice.
“Sure, no problem.”
Carter’s answer comes quickly before he moves away and enters a different room.
“That is so embarrassing,” I say when we’re alone again.
For a moment there, I feel like I sobered up, but the moment I have Mason all for myself, and he slides into me again, and there is no longer the stress of getting caught by his friend, my fire returns.
Our lips lock, and he moves on top of me until my hands become iron clutches on his shoulders, and sweat damps my upper lip.
“Fuck, Mason…” I murmur, completely gone, and then he plunges into me until we both fall, indulging in the most exquisite storm.
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