Mason swings around and gives me a feral look that indeed confirms he’s not okay. I let my fingers stroke up and down his arm in a motion that’s meant to be consoling. “Do you need—?” But before I can get my sentence out, Mason is pinning me against a metal shelf. And then, he’s kissing the fuck out of me. Completely taken off-guard, I grip the fabric of his necktie and gasp. The second my lips part, his tongue sweeps inside searching for my own. The weight of his torso crushing mine ignites my nipples and send an arrow of lust straight to the space between my thighs. I’m spinning like a
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