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Addison sashayed over to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, pressing her forehead against the glass so she could look straight down. “I never thought of Cleveland as a pretty city,” she mused. “But it looks really beautiful at night.”
Mason moved over to the sofa and settled down on the center cushion. Crooking a finger, he beckoned her toward him. She sauntered across the room with a saucy look in her eyes, giving a surprised burst of laughter when he grabbed her hips and pulled her down onto his lap.
God, he’d never get sick of her laugh.
“So,” he murmured, pressing soft kisses along her neck. “Given what you were just doing, I guess it’s safe to say your aversion to flying has nothing to do with a fear of heights.”
“No,” she agreed, arching her neck back, giving him better access. “Heights are fine. It’s just the crashing part that terrifies me.”
Pulling her shirt lower, he ghosted his lips across her collarbones, making her shiver in delight. “You’re more likely to die in a car crash than a plane crash, you know.” He brushed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden beneath her clothes.
“There you go with your statistics again,” she said, the words coming out high and breathy. “The thing is, I’ve spent about a quarter of my life in New York City cabs. I’m not afraid of crashing in a car.”
Unable to wait another moment, Mason pulled her shirt over her head, tossing it into the nearest chair. She’d dressed for comfort today instead of seduction, but even the simple baby pink bralette had his cock hardening in his slacks.
“Perhaps,” he said slowly, tracing one hand up her inner thigh, stopping just shy of her pussy, “I can think of some way to incentivize you.”
She tried to pull his hand farther up her leg, but he wouldn’t budge an inch. Her little groan of frustration filled him with triumph. “Incentivize me how?”
“Oh, let’s just say I can think of several ways to reward you for agreeing to go on your first flight.” His hand moved up just enough to nudge at the seam of her yoga pants, right at the juncture of her thighs. “I’m perfectly willing to hold off until I get some assurances.”
With a needy whimper, she said, “Yeah, right. Like you can restrain yourself anyway.”
Mason knew his answering look was downright diabolical. He could see it reflected in the horror filling her eyes. “Challenge accepted.” With that, he removed his hand from her leg entirely.
“Oh, come on.” With a sound very much like a growl, she pulled her bralette off and tossed it over her shoulder. “Don’t you want to fuck me, Master?” she practically purred, pressing her perfect fucking breasts against his chest and rolling her hips.
This was going to be harder than he thought.
Sliding down to the floor between his knees, Addison ran her hands up his thighs to his belt with a hungry look in her eyes. “Maybe I can incentivize you.” She freed his cock from his slacks with warm, gentle hands, running her thumb along the underside from base to tip.
He resisted the urge to pump his hips forward, chasing the sweet feel of her hands when she pulled away. “Take me in your mouth,” he ordered through clenched teeth.
“But...” She watched him through her lashes, her face the picture of angelic innocence. “I thought you didn’t want me?”
His eyes narrowed to tiny slits. “If my cock isn’t buried in your throat in the next ten seconds, I swear to God you won’t sit down for a week.”
Addison’s devilish grin made him want to fuck that mouth even more. “You’re sending me very mixed signals, you know.”
“Enough.” Taking hold of a fistful of her hair, he drew her mouth downward.
She didn’t even pretend to resist. Closing her eyes, she took him into her mouth with a contented sigh, closing her lips around his girth and trying to take him deeper on her own.
“Oh, no,” Mason said, tightening his grip on her hair, holding her in place. “It’s too late for that. You think you can tease me like that and get away with it, little one?”
She looked staggeringly beautiful like this. Eyes closed. Lips straining to accommodate him. Utterly still with her hair trapped in his fist. This image would haunt his fantasies for the rest of his days.
“You have no control here. Now be still and let me fuck you like the little fucktoy you are. Understand?”
In answer, she twisted her tongue around his cock in a way that forced an involuntary groan from him. The little viper.
Dropping her hair, he gripped her face between both hands, yanking her down as he surged his hips forward. She gagged for a few seconds before he withdrew, then did it again. “My cock is going down your throat either way. You might as well relax and let me in. It’ll be easier for you.”
This wasn’t the first time he’d fucked her face. He knew she could take all of him.
Still she gagged, though she kept trying her hardest, not even once attempting to pull away. If he didn’t find the right angle, it didn’t matter how hard either of them tried. Her eyes flew open when he pulled her off his cock completely. “Master?” she said, voice hoarse.
Mason nudged her back until he had enough room to stand. The moment he gained his feet, understanding dawned in her eyes, and she surged toward him, mouth open and ready. He stopped her with her lips only an inch from his rigid cock, looking down at her with a disappointed frown. “Who is in charge here?”
