All I can do is clutch the sheets. Pull his hair. Claw at his shoulders. And then I’m coming so hard, I’m pretty sure I black out for a minute or two. When I regain my senses, Mason is hovering over me in the near darkness with a smirk curving his mouth and a foil packet pinched between his fingers. Where the hell did that come from…? He watches me with slick lips and drunken eyes. “Want me to fuck you, gorgeous?” I grab him and yank him close, tasting his mouth with long sweeps of my tongue. “You already know I do,” I grunt out with an eyeroll. “But you don’t have to be so smug about it.”
