Playing with Fire
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The leather of the SUV’s front seat creaked beneath me as Mason shifted closer, his large frame crowding me until the air inside the locked vehicle felt suffocatingly thin.
His fingers were hot against the bare skin of my upper thigh, dragging slow, intoxicating paths that made my skin prickle with goosebumps. My heart pounded against my ribs—not just from the terror of Jade finding out, but from the terrifying, humiliating truth that even with a positive pregnancy test sitting inside my bag, even with an anonymous stalker texting my phone, my body still betrayed me the second Mason touched me.
"Mason..." My breath tore from my throat, raw and ragged. "Stop. Please."
"Stop?" His baritone voice was a dark velvet growl against the sensitive curve of my neck. He didn't pull back. Instead, his mouth pressed against the soft spot right beneath my ear, his stubble grazing my jaw. "You didn't want me to stop three weeks ago, Nora. You held onto my shoulders and asked me to take you harder."
A violent blush scorched my skin, spreading from my chest straight to my face. The memory of the engagement party patio rushed over me in a suffocating wave—the smell of rain, the dark scotch on his tongue, the brutal, bruising rhythm of his hips pinning me against the brick wall while music thundered inside the venue.
"That was a mistake," I gasped, my hands flying to his broad shoulders. I pushed against him, but it was like trying to move a stone mountain. He didn't budge an inch. "We were out of our minds. Jade is your sister. She's my best friend! If she ever knew—"
"She won't know," Mason interrupted, his voice dropping into that deep, iron-clad tone of absolute authority.
His hand moved, his long fingers trailing up the curve of my hip, snagging the hem of my sweater and pulling it upward. Before I could process what he was doing, his palm slid beneath the fabric, flattening against the smooth skin of my stomach.
I froze. Every muscle in my body clamped tight.
His hand was massive, heavy, and burning hot. His splayed fingers covered my lower belly—the exact spot where, right now, a microscopic secret was growing. A secret that belonged to him.
Mason’s breath hitched against my neck. For a terrifying second, I thought he knew. I thought somehow, through the heat of his palm, he could feel the shift inside me.
"You're shaking," he murmured, his thumb stroking a slow line across my abdomen, right above the waistband of my jeans. His voice lost some of its harsh edge, replaced by a dark, intense focus that made my knees weak. "Why are you trembling so much, Nora? It's just me."
"Just you?" I squeaked out, biting down hard on my lower lip as his thumb dipped slightly lower, pressing gently against the soft curve of my pelvis. The friction sent an electric shock straight down between my legs, making my core ache with a sudden, sharp throbbing. "Mason, you drove up to my apartment like a madman. You threatened to break my door down."
"Because you were ignoring me," he said, his lips sliding down to the column of my throat, nipping gently at my pulse point. I arched my neck back against the headrest, an embarrassing whimper escaping my lips before I could lock it away. "You ran away from me three weeks ago. You left before the sun came up, took a cab back to your apartment, and pretended like I didn't spend two hours ruining you against a wall."
"I had to!" I cried out softly, my fingers gripping the fabric of his suit jacket tightly, clutching him close even as I tried to mentally push him away. "I couldn't look Jade in the eye the next morning. I felt like a monster."
"You're not a monster," Mason growled against my skin. His hand on my stomach shifted, his knuckles dragging down over the button of my jeans, pressing firmly against the center of my heat.
I gasped, my hips bucking up off the leather seat involuntarily.
"Mason—!"
"You're mine," he whispered, the words heavy, possessive, and thick with an obsession he had kept buried for three long years. "You've been mine since the night I left for Singapore, Nora. You knew it then, and you know it now."
His fingers worked with agonizing speed, unbuttoning the top of my jeans and pulling the zipper down an inch. The cold air of the car brushed against my exposed skin, but the heat of his hand chased the chill away instantly. He slid two fingers beneath the silk border of my underwear, dipping into the slick, swollen folds of my center.
My eyes snapped shut. A harsh, broken moan tore out of my mouth, echoing in the confined space of the SUV.
"Look at me," Mason commanded, his voice dark and rough.
I forced my eyes open, tears of overwhelming sensation blurring my vision. He was staring down at me, his dark eyes ablaze with a primal, suffocating hunger. His fingers moved slowly, slicking through the moisture gathering between my thighs, stroking up and down the sensitive, aching bundle of nerves at my core.
"Mason, please..." I sobbed softly, my hands tangling into his short, thick hair. I couldn't tell if I was begging him to stop or begging him to take me right here on the passenger seat. "The dinner... Jade..."
"f**k the dinner," he rasped, his thumb coming up to circle my c******s with heavy, deliberate pressure.
The pleasure hit me like a physical punch. My back arched completely off the seat, my toes curling inside my boots as a starburst of white-hot heat exploded behind my eyelids. He knew exactly how to touch me. He knew the exact angle, the exact pressure to drive me completely out of my mind.
"You're so wet for me, Nora," he purred into the dark, his fingers working a agonizingly slow, rhythmic slide over my wet skin. "So sweet... so tight. Even when you're terrified, your body knows who you belong to."
"Stop talking," I wept, throwing my head back against the leather, my hips rolling against his hand of their own accord, seeking more of the exquisite torment. "Please, Mason... just... ah!"
His thumb pressed harder, dragging up over my c******s just as his index finger slid inside me, sinking deep into my tight, soaking heat.
The stretch was magnificent, overwhelming, agonizing. I squeezed around him instantly, my internal muscles pulsing against his intruder.
"God, Nora..." Mason groaned, a low, guttural sound from deep in his chest. His forehead rested against mine, his hot breath mixing with my ragged pants as he began to pump his finger slowly inside me, his thumb continuing its relentless, maddening circles on the outside. "You fit me so f*****g well."
He added a second finger, stretching me wider, driving deeper until he hit the sensitive spot high up inside me.
My world tilted sideways. The fear, the pregnancy test, the anonymous text, Jade's wedding—everything melted away into a blinding vortex of pure, unadulterated pleasure. I gripped his arms, my nails biting into his suit jacket through the fabric, as he set a slow, deep, devastating pace.
Every stroke of his fingers pulled a fresh whimper from my throat. Every press of his thumb brought me closer to the edge of a cliff I had no power to pull back from.
"Mason... I'm going to..." I couldn't even finish the sentence. My brain was fried, reduced to friction and heat.
"Do it," he growled in my ear, his pace picking up, his fingers sliding in and out of my wet heat with a wet, slippery sound that filled the dark car. "Climax for me, Nora. Let me feel you take it."
He hit that spot again—hard, deep, and deliberate.
The coil snapped.
A sharp scream died in my throat as my climax ripped through me, violent and sweet. My inner walls clamped around his fingers, pulsing in intense, rapid waves of release. Liquid heat spilled over his hand as I shuddered uncontrollably, my entire body quivering under the onslaught of pleasure so intense it felt like dying.
Mason held me through it, his thumb maintaining a soft, steady pressure on my sensitive center until the last tremor faded, leaving me limp, breathless, and trembling on the leather seat.
I lay there, my chest heaving, staring up at the dark ceiling of the car, completely shattered.
Slowly, agonizingly, Mason withdrew his fingers from inside me. The loss of his heat felt like a cold blade. He didn't pull away completely; he reached over, pulling a few tissues from the console, gently cleaning my thighs and himself before pulling my underwear back into place and zipping up my jeans with terrifying care.
His hands were surprisingly gentle as he fixed my sweater, smoothing my hair back from my sweaty forehead.
"Better?" he asked softly, his voice returning to a low, smooth purr.
I couldn't answer. The reality of what had just happened slammed back into my chest, heavy as lead. I had just let my best friend's brother finger me to a screaming climax in an SUV while she was waiting for us three miles away.
BZZZZ.
My phone, lying on the floor mat near my feet where it had fallen, lit up again.
I looked down.
Jade: Nora, where are you?! Mom is literally crying. If you don't answer right now I'm coming to your apartment!
Before I could reach for it, a second text notification popped up right over Jade's name from the same unknown number as before:
Unknown Number: That looked cozy in the front seat, Nora. Does Mason know you're carrying his bastard, or should I tell him myself?
My blood turned into liquid ice. The air left my lungs completely.
Mason noticed the sudden change in my face. He leaned down, his brow furrowing as he reached for the phone on the floor.
"Who's texting you?" he asked, his hand reaching out for the device.
"No!" I shrieked, snatching the phone off the floor a split second before his fingers could touch it, shoving it deep into my coat pocket.
Mason’s eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, all the softness from moments ago vanishing in a heartbeat.
"Hand me the phone, Nora," he said, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper.
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