Page 97 of Light Behind the Lies

“Hello, Mason.” I hear Avery’s annoyed voice behind us.

“Hi, Avery.”

“I’m going to bed. I’ll see you in the morning, Bailey,” she says and saunters toward the elevators.

“She doesn’t seem happy that I’m here,” he says.

“We were supposed to have dinner together,” I say, gesturing in Avery’s direction.

“Well, you’re mine tonight.”

“Let’s go to my room and celebrate one year of me not hating you,” I say, threading my fingers through his.

“Lead the way.”

Only a few minutes later, we’re walking into my hotel room. Mason and I barely roll our suitcases into the corner of the room before my body gets anxious.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I say, starting to unzip my uniform dress.

Gliding over to him, I slip my hands under his navy blue sweater and let my fingertips run along his hard chest and stomach.

Both of his hands grip mine through the thick fabric, stopping their movement. “Get undressed.”

My heart pounds in my chest. What does he have planned? What is he going to do? Whatever it is, I can’t fucking wait. Letting my dress drop to the floor, I unclasp my bra and it falls too.

His eyes flare as he bites his lip. I sit on the edge of the bed, slowly rolling down my black stockings one leg at a time. My skin pebbles under his unwavering stare while he watches me take off my clothes for him.

Mason takes a few steps closer to the bed, standing in between my spread legs. “Get on all fours,” he gently commands while circling his thumbs over my nipples. They harden under his touch.

I quickly shift my body around on the bed so I’m on my knees with my legs wide and my ass in the air. Mason’s hands drift down my lower back, dipping with the curves of my hips before his fingers grasp the inside of my thighs, forcing them to open farther. I feel the cool breeze dust the sensitive skin of my core.

“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling exposed in this position.

He doesn’t answer, but I hear him kneel on the side of the bed when suddenly what feels like a bolt shoots through me as I feel his soft, wet tongue roll over my insides, lapping me up from front to back. I slump over, hardly managing to keep myself up. Then he does it again, slowly tasting every part of me. “Oh, Mason,” I moan, and my knees slightly give out, but he forces me back into a locked position.

“Now I’m going to convince you to marry me.” He finally answers while running the tip of his nose along my wet, throbbing slit.