Page 33 of Risk

“I really should get going.”

“Why?”

“I’m exhausted.”

“Which is why I want to draw you a bath. I have this wild invention called a bed too, so when you’re tired, you can sleep in that.”

His offer is a little pushy, but his bed is bigger, and his tub is definitely better than mine. It’s hard to resist those pleading eyes, too. “Okay.”

We make fast work of loading the cleaning supplies in my car and then head up to his place. Mason doesn’t say a word, but the slight smile curving his mouth is a dead giveaway that he’s happy.

I’ve never had someone like me enough to go through everything he has today.

It’s nice to feel special and worth the effort.

That’s my fault. I never let a guy get close enough to put in the effort. What makes Mason so special?

“After you,” he says, holding the door for me.

We head straight to the bathroom, Mason leading the way. He starts the massive tub for me, adding bath salts from a glass canister into the running hot water. Next, he pulls the hem of my shirt up and over my head.

Annnnd throws it in the trash.

“You’ve been dying to do that all day, haven’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

Well, he’s not the only one who’s been dying to do something all day. Clutching the back of his neck, I smash my mouth to his while he unfastens my bra. This guy kisses with his whole being. It’s deep. Rough. Thorough.

I could easily get addicted to it.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Princess.” He hooks his fingers around my waistband and pulls my shorts and underwear down to my feet.

When he stares up at me from his knees, I swear the whole world stops spinning for a moment.

Then he kisses my soft belly, and I dig my fingers into his hair, relishing how good his hot mouth feels on my skin. Mason works his way up my body, licking, sucking, and nipping. When he draws my nipple into his mouth, I arch into him. “You feel so good.”

“You taste so good,” he counters, licking his way up to the spot on my neck that drives me insane.

It’s the only erogenous zone I think I have, and it makes me useless, embarrassingly fast. I groan while he alternates licking and kissing that spot on me. One more drag of his velvet tongue and my knees buckle.

“I’ve got you.” He picks me up and carries me over to the filled tub. “Step in carefully.”

My legs are still a little wobbly, but the instant I sink into the hot water, my body melts. “This is it. This is how I want to die.” I lean back and sigh while Mason turns off the faucet. “What a glorious way to go.”

“Too hot? Not hot enough?” He even dims the lights.

“It’s perfect.”

“I’ll get candles for next time. And bath bombs.”

As if I’m going to be taking baths at his place more often? Doubtful.

The moment I close my eyes, he asks. “What are you in the mood for?”

Your fat dick. “Cheese pizza and Root Beer from Tony’s Pizzeria.”

“Hell yeah, that sounds amazing.”