Mason Graves
Five days.
Five days of keeping her to myself, of sharing nothing but soft moans and whispered promises. Five days spent in the quiet corners of my world, where the only thing that mattered was her. Her body pressed against mine, her fingers clutching at me like she needed me to breathe, and the way her voice cracked when she begged for more. I could still hear the echo of her breath against my ear, still feel the way her skin melted under my touch. The silence between us had been thick, weighted with unsaid things, yet filled with the kind of communication that only we shared.
Even now, sitting behind my mahogany desk in my office, I could still feel the imprint of her. It wasn’t just the s*x—though I craved that, desperately. It was the way she had surrendered to me, comp
