Naughty Temptations

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Anastasia gulped in air. This couldn’t be happening. She’d been planning to sign divorce papers today and, instead, here was her husband asking for a reconciliation. She still could hardly believe everything he’d told her, except, knowing Marjorie Style like she did, she could easily believe every word of it. It was too much like a bad soap opera to be anything but true.

“Ana?” Her fingers tangled in her strand of pearls and she closed her eyes tight. Mason was the only other person besides her grandmother who called her Ana. And seeing as her grandmother had been deceased since her first year of college, she hadn’t heard that name in a year.

God, she needed to think. Her entire world had been shaken. The last year of her life need not have happened. Yet there were many things she didn’t regret about it—like her new business, for one thing. But she’d missed her husband every single day of the past year. She couldn’t believe he’d gone to the trouble of ordering her favorite flowers and chocolates.

Her eyes popped open. “Does Maryann know about this?”

“Your assistant?” He shook his head. “No. I just asked that the owner take care of this personally.” He laughed. “She charged me extra.”

“Good,” she retorted.

He sobered again. “There’s nothing that I wouldn’t pay to have another chance with you, Ana. What do you say?” He slowly walked toward her and held out his hand. “Please.”

Her mind was urging her to stop and think, but her body and her emotions were screaming at her to throw herself into his arms. She stared at him. Really looked at him. He looked different than he had a year ago. The lines at the corners of his eyes were a little deeper and there was a sprinkle of gray at his temples. She could see the strain on his face and knew then that he’d suffered as much during their separation as she had.

He was also dressed more casually than she was used to seeing him. Gone was the three-piece, very expensive suit. In its place he wore casual black dress pants and a silk shirt with the sleeves turned back to just below his elbows. The color was a turquoise that matched his eyes and looked fantastic with his black hair. The watch she’d bought for him was strapped to his wrist. She admired his broad, large hands with the light dusting of hair on the back. So strong, but always so gentle with her.

He was close enough for her to smell his cologne, and it sent her senses reeling. Her n*****s were puckered tight beneath her conservative jacket and her panties were damp as her core softened in anticipation. After an entire year, she still wanted him. But not just because of the fantastic s*x.

She missed waking up in the morning with his hands already roaming over her skin. She missed quiet breakfasts on the weekend where they shared the paper and read each other interesting stories. She missed their jaunts out into the countryside, shopping at interesting antique and junk shops and stopping at a quaint restaurant for lunch. She missed being hugged after a day of work. During the past year, there had been many times she would have loved to have had his opinion on something work related.

Like a video in her brain, scenes replayed in her head, reminding her of all that had been right in their marriage. What had mostly been wrong was their inability to communicate, and she was as guilty of that as he was. She’d never understood why a rich, handsome man had been so determined to have her as his wife and had always been waiting for something to go wrong with her fairytale marriage. Her insecurities had enabled her mother-in-law to drive a wedge between her and Mason. She hadn’t wanted to rock the boat with his family. And look where that had gotten her.

“Ana.” He brushed his hand over the side of her face. “My beautiful wife.”

Knowing he was going to kiss her, she went up on her toes to meet him. With the help of her high-heeled shoes, she didn’t have far to reach. The first kiss he’d given her had been lethal. This one was devastating.

There was no tentative searching this time, but an explosion of two lovers who had been apart for months and were now starved for the touch and taste of each other. His tongue slid easily past her parted lips and claimed the dark, moist cavern of her mouth. She moaned as he searched out every crevice and cranny before returning to duel with her tongue. He withdrew and she clutched his hair with her hands, allowing her fingers to sift through the dark, shaggy locks as she plunged her tongue into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. Cream slid from her channel, dampening her panties further.

Mason gripped her ass, tugging her closer. His erection was thick and hard and she rubbed her aching p***y over it, shamelessly seeking his heat. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest as his fingers dug into her behind, grinding her against him.

It was too much.

It wasn’t enough.

He tore his mouth from hers and rained kisses across her jaw to her ear. Teeth nipped at her earlobe. She gasped as her body vibrated with a need that had been suppressed for an entire year. Yes, she’d pleasured herself, but a battery-operated boyfriend was no substitute for the real thing.

“Let me have you, Ana,” he said, his voice ragged with need. “It’s been too long.”

The sensible voice in her head that urged caution fell silent beneath the clamoring of her heart. “Yes,” she breathed.

His hands immediately slid from her behind up to her waist before slipping around to the front. Nimble fingers had her coat buttons open in a flash and then the jacket was being pushed from her shoulders and down her arms to land in a heap at her feet.

“You are so damn sexy.” His voice was rough as he traced the lace-trimmed camisole, which clung to her breasts. She’d chosen the red one this morning in honor of Valentine’s Day, in spite of the fact that she hadn’t been looking forward to it. She figured it would give her the boost she needed to get through the day. Now she was glad she’d worn it.

His large hands looked rough next to the delicate material. She knew he could rip it with barely any effort, but she also knew he wouldn’t. Instead he’d take his time, slowly driving her mad. Her p***y contracted and she felt a trickle of moisture between her thighs. His thumbs came up to trace the outline of her areolas though the fragile fabric. Her scalp tightened and began to tingle. No, he definitely wasn’t going to be rushed.

“Mason,” she cried out as he caught her distended n*****s between his thumbs and forefingers and gently tugged.

“Hmm,” he absently replied, his gaze never leaving her.

“I want you now.” She covered his hands with hers, pressing them tighter over the mounds of her breasts.

“Always impatient.” She could hear the pleasure in his reply as he lowered his head. He shifted their hands out of his way and then covered one of her silk-clad n*****s with a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Anastasia almost purred, the heat was so exquisite.

His hands molded her hips before shifting behind her. She heard the rasp of a zipper and then her skirt was falling down her thighs to land at her feet. Mason raised his head, his eyes hot and lustful as he stared at her half-naked body.

Her camisole ended just above her bellybutton and a matching red bikini thong covered her mound. It left a strip of her belly naked and his gaze went straight to her bellybutton ring.

He inserted his pinky finger into the ring and tugged gently. “I forgot just how f*****g sexy this is.” His rough language excited her. It was so unusual for him to lose his composure that she relished it.

Giving her bellybutton ring one more tug, he released it and held out his hand to her. She took it and he helped her step away from the tangle of her skirt.

His eyes moved lower over her legs—which were encased in thigh-high stockings—all the way to her red high-heeled shoes. A grin flitted across his face. “Those are what you women call ‘f**k-me’ shoes, aren’t they?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“You came to the right man then, because I plan to eat your hot p***y until you come and then I’m going to f**k you until you scream with pleasure.”

Her knees grew weak at his words.

She needed to see him, to feel his flesh against hers. “You’ve got on too much clothing.” She slid her hands over his chest, reveling in the play of muscles as she undid one button at a time until his chest was fully exposed. Her fingers sifted through his chest hair and brushed across his flat, brown n*****s, making him shudder. Leaning forward, she flicked her tongue over one disk, drawing a groan of pleasure from him.

He tugged at the hem of her camisole, shoving it upward. Anastasia stepped back long enough for him to draw the garment over her head. The rasp of the material against her n*****s was almost painful, they ached so badly. The long string of pearls hung between her breasts and fell all the way to her waist. Mason picked up the end of the long strand and rolled it between his thick fingers.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as breathing became harder.

Holding the pearls with two hands, he draped them over one of her breasts, tucking them beneath a plump mound. She bit her lip as he slowly rolled them over her breast, brushing her n****e as he did so. Then he did the same thing with the other one. Her n*****s were impossibly tight.

“You never did let me give you any jewelry other than your wedding ring.” His tone was light, almost conversational, but she tensed. They’d been over this ground many times before.

“I don’t need fancy jewelry.”

“I know you don’t need it,” he replied gently. “But maybe I do.” He rolled the pearls over her n****e again and her entire body jerked with need. “I bought you something that I hope you’ll wear.”

She started to protest, but he placed one finger over her lips. The strand of pearls in his hand were warm against her mouth. “I only want you to wear them for me. I promise you that they weren’t expensive.”

Now she was curious. She nodded her head and he leaned down and kissed her. “Thank you.” She saw the pleasure in his eyes and realized that maybe she had been a bit unreasonable about him buying her presents. She’d been so conscious of not wanting his family and friends to think she’d married him for his money that she’d denied him the basic pleasure of buying her the occasional gift. She saw that now.

He spread the pearl strands wide so that they framed her breasts, brushing against the outside of the two plump mounds. She looked down at herself, shocked and aroused by the erotic picture she presented. Her n*****s were flushed red and her breasts rose and fell with every breath she took. The material of her panties was dark with moisture and the scent of her arousal wafted in the air around her. The thin string of the thong was pressed tight between the cheeks of her ass, making her feel even more exposed. Her legs appeared impossibly long in her high heels. She felt sexy and beautiful and just a touch naughty.

She jumped, her gaze flying back to his face as he stroked both her n*****s before reaching into his pocket. His hand was fisted when he pulled it out. She waited, holding her breath, unsure of what to expect. His fingers uncurled slowly to reveal two strands of colored stones.

“Earrings?” She couldn’t quite tell.

“n****e clamps.” Those two words sent another gush of pleasure rocketing though her. She’d never tried anything like that before, although she’d always wondered about them. Mason waited patiently while she picked one up and examined it before placing it back in the palm of his hand.

“May I?” His deep voice was as seductive as a touch.

She swallowed hard and nodded.

He started with her right breast, plumping her n****e between his thumb and forefinger. When he was satisfied, he gently clamped the strand of stones to the engorged tip. She jerked at the slight pain, more like a pinch really, that shot though her breast. As it faded, he flicked the strand of stones with his finger. She hissed in a breath as her p***y contracted. Ohmygod, that felt incredible.

While she was still trying to come to grips with the new and exciting sensation, he did the same to the other one. Although she knew what to expect this time, that didn’t diminish the slight pinch followed by the flood of pleasure. She gave a little shimmy, making the stones shake.

Mason was watching her, satisfaction on his face as he kicked off his shoes and yanked off his socks. His belt and pants and underwear quickly followed until he was naked in front of her. His c**k was thick with need, its bulbous head bobbing toward her as she stared. She licked her lips.

He groaned and then gave a short laugh. “Not yet,” he said. “I told you I was going to eat you until you came.”

He prowled toward her and she took a step backward. A male animal in his prime, he wanted his mate and nothing would stand in his way. s*x had always been hot between them, but this was something different, something more elemental. She felt different too. More alive, more primal. She wanted to entice him until he lost control and f****d her until they both screamed with pleasure.

“Put your hands on the back of the sofa and spread your legs.”

A quick glance showed her that the back of the sofa was just behind her. Placing her palms on the top, she slid her legs apart. It wasn’t easy, considering the four-inch heels she was wearing.

He didn’t stop until he was so close that his erection pressed against her stomach. Her p***y clenched in demand, but she knew that he wasn’t going to f**k her yet. Leaning down, he kissed her slowly but thoroughly. The man knew how to kiss. Her thighs quivered and her toes curled in her shoes.

When he stepped away, her pearls were in his hand. While she’d been dazed after their kiss, he’d slid them over her neck. He gave her a wicked grin before lowering himself to his knees in front of her. Her fingers dug into the fabric of the sofa for support as he laid the necklace on the floor within easy reach.

Tracing the red triangle of material with his fingers, he slipped them between her legs, grazing over the heated flesh beneath. Anastasia groaned as more cream trickled from beneath the band of her panties to dampen her inner thigh.

He continued exploring and froze when he encountered her naked ass and the string of her thong. When they’d been together, she’d only worn bikini panties. She hissed out a breath when he traced the thin red band nestled between her ass cheeks. “I love your new taste in underwear, my sweet.”

“They don’t show panty lines through my skirt,” she blurted out. God, she was losing her mind if that was all she could think about.

Mason laughed. “I can see how that would work.” His fingers continued their maddening rhythm up and down the crease of her behind. “It also makes it easier for me to touch you, to stroke you. Do you have any idea what a turn-on it is to know that’s what you’re wearing under your skirt?”

She shook her head.

“I’m going to be hard all the time now. Very uncomfortable.” He gave her a pitiful look. “You’ll have to make it up to me.”

He shoved the string out of his way and traced one finger over the tight hole of her ass. Then he reached out and grasped the thin red string with both hands and tugged. It gave easily and he pushed the remains of her thong down one leg, letting it fall around her ankle.

Gripping the pearls, he brought the strand between her legs and pulled it tight against her heated flesh. Anastasia felt as if her p***y was on fire as he began to tug the strand gently back and forth between her spread legs. The round pearls stimulated the puckered opening of her ass as well as the slick folds of her labia and her swollen c******s.

Tension tugged at her. Muscles in her legs and arms tensed as she shifted. That caused the jeweled n****e clamps to sway. Beads of perspiration broke out on her body. Breathing was difficult.

Then Mason leaned between her thighs and stroked his tongue over the swollen folds of her s*x. Up one side and down the other and then around again. His tongue pressed the pearls into her flesh.

Her knees threatened to give, but she locked them tight. She wanted more of this. More of Mason. The sight of his dark head buried between her thighs, intent only on her pleasure, pushed her arousal almost to its peak.

She still loved this man. No matter what their problems. No matter what had happened in the past. She loved him. What they had was worth a second chance. Worth fighting for.

His tongue pressed against her c******s as he slipped a thick finger inside her p***y. Her entire body clenched. “Come for me, Ana,” he commanded just before he sucked her c**t into his mouth. He curled his finger forward and stroked her sweet spot as he withdrew.

For Anastasia, it was too much. The contractions started deep in her core and she cried out his name as they vibrated out to encompass her entire body. Cream gushed from within her as her inner muscles clamped down hard on his finger.

Mason continued to suck and stroke her with his tongue as her body heaved and shook. Finally her legs gave out and she began to crumple. He caught her easily and lowered her to the floor. His strong arms wrapped around her, holding her so tight she could feel the frantic pounding of his heart against her cheek.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as emotion threatened to overwhelm her. Her breathing began to slow and her body calmed slightly. But she was still incredibly aroused, still empty inside.

Only Mason could take that empty feeling away.

Pushing away, she smiled up at him. He was sitting back on his haunches, his body covered with a light sheen of sweat. Strands of his hair were stuck to his forehead and his lips were damp with the evidence of her desire. She shuddered when he licked his lips. His eyes, always so expressive, were filled with a potent combination of love and lust.

“Give me the pearls.” He seemed startled by her demand, but handed them over to her without hesitation. She eyed his c**k and chuckled when it flexed toward her. A sense of feminine power filled her as she leaned forward.