Page 60 of The Spare

We make our way into the living room where a large fireplace dominates the far wall, flickering blue-orange flames that illuminate the deep brown leather couches. It's decidedly masculine and Mason's style. He bends, putting the boxes on the floor next to the reclining chair.

"It's nice in here."

I rub my hands briskly up and down my arms.

He straightens and steps to me without a word, reaching out and snatching me up by my hand and pulling me through an archway and down an adjoining hallway. The further we venture down past the various closed doors of the hall the harder my heart begins to race, and I try to think of an excuse to not go to the bedroom because I'm so nervous I don't know what to do with myself.

"Mason," I say firmly, tugging at his grip on my wrist. "Wait, please. I want to see your place."

"I'm not giving you the tour right now.Right now,I'm getting some answers."

He turns a sharp right and takes me to the last door which he opens and leads me through, closing it. The snick of the lock causes my eyes to go wide, as does the sight of his bedroom.

His shoulder brushes mine as he walks by me, causing my anxiety to spike so high I feel my throat momentarily stick shut.

"You ready to talk now?" Mason tosses over his shoulder in a deceptively calm tone, almost like he could be asking me about my day. "I asked you a question back in the car that you wouldn't answer."

He meets my eyes for a moment, before walking to the ornate dresser and takes his cufflinks off, putting them carefully in a little holding dish. His watch comes off next. The matter-of-fact movements of him doing something so intimate renders me mute as I focus on his strong hands pulling his wallet out of his back pocket and undoing the leather bracelet on his left wrist.

"I think you know me well enough by now that I don't like repeating myself, nor do I like being ignored."

"Uh-huh." I clear my throat, tearing my eyes away in favor of casting a curious look around the bedroom. "And I think you know me well enough by now to know that I don't like being pushed, Mase."

He turns his body towards me, but I keep taking in my surroundings.

He's got a king-sized bed with the most expensive looking blue sheets I've ever seen, topped with a feather down comforter that's folded over to the middle of the bed almost. A huge mass of pillows dominate the bed by the headboard, and it's flanked by two matching floating nightstands.

A small chandelier hangs from the ceiling over the night stands, casting the area in a very soft, muted white glow. The walls are painted the same navy color of the foyer. There's thick carpet in here that makes it feel so homey, and the far side wall is nothing butfloor to ceiling windows offering a beautiful view of the city with a slice of deep green Central Park on the left side to break up the concrete and glass of the city.

A bead of sweat trickles down the valley of my breasts. I nervously clench my fingers together and blow out a calming breath, bringing my eyes back to him. Mason places his hand on the top of the dresser and leans against it slightly, adopting an interesting position that I'm not used to, morphing before my eyes into something dangerous.

Powerful.

It's sexy, and I feel my pussy respond, clenching before becoming slick with need.

"Let's start with something a bit simpler than me asking if he fucked you." He folds his arms, staring hard at me. "Did he kiss you?"

I nod my head, feeling my eyes go wide.

"Hmm," Mason hums deep in his chest, his eyes hard on mine. The sound travels straight to my clit, making it throb with need. "What else did youlethim have?"

A shiver runs down my spine, my skin flushes hot. Without looking, I can tell there are goosebumps on my arms and chest. I wet my lips nervously, the sexual tension between the two of us unbearably thick causing me to take a hesitant step forward, pleading with my eyes.

"He kissed me-"

"No,"Mason interrupts, shaking his head once. A muscle twitches in his face as more of his displeasure comes through his features. "Youlethim kiss you.Let,"he corrects me. "Say it."

A thrill courses through me at his rough, stern tone. "Fine. Ilethim kiss me," I admit in a small voice.

My arms come up to cross over my torso, and I rub my thumbs across my sensitive skin, needing to be soothed. My eyes leave his to look anywhere and everywhere but at him. I'm too intimidated.

Too raw.

"Did you let him take your virginity?" he asks. "Because as of your last gynecologist appointment three weeks ago, you were still a virgin. And if you fucked that man tonight, I'm going to fuckyouup."

All the air is suddenly sucked out of the room.

Out of my lungs.