Dirty Sexy Inked (Dirty Sexy 2)

Everyone knew that he and Katrina were together as a couple, but they’d never—surprisingly—had sex anywhere in the shop. Looked like they were about to rectify that oversight, and benefit from the added thrill of doing it somewhere they could get caught. And Katrina certainly wasn’t objecting. But then again, he’d discovered that she loved to role-play. Loved it even more when he got bossy and aggressive and took charge. God, she was so fucking perfect.

He put his hand out, and she automatically dropped the lacy thong into his palm, which he promptly shoved into the front pocket of his jeans. “You seriously have to ask that question?”

A naughty smile curved the corner of her mouth, making him even harder than he already was. “Does this have anything to do with me talking to Blake?” she asked oh-so-innocently.

Mason smacked the wooden ruler against his palm, and right before his eyes, her nipples tightened and pushed like twin pebbles against her blouse. Oh, yeah, she was already turned on. The uneven rise and fall of her chest and the way her tongue absently touched her bottom lip gave her away.

He narrowed his gaze, feigning displeasure. “You were laughing and smiling and flirting with him.”

“He was flirting with me,” she said, her voice breathless.

“And you let him, when you knew full well that I’d see.” He circled around where she stood, until he was standing behind her, and smoothed his palm over the sweet curve of her ass and squeezed. “You need to be punished for being such a tease, and to remind you who you belong to. And because I’m feeling generous, I’m going to give you a choice for your punishment. The wooden ruler or my hand?”

She moaned softly and turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes glazed over with heated lust. “Mason . . . ”

He grabbed a handful of her silky hair and pulled her head farther back, until his mouth was against her ear. “Choose, or I’ll decide for you,” he demanded sharply, and snapped the wooden stick against her thigh.

She jumped from the unexpected smack as a squeak of surprise escaped her throat. “Your hand,” she replied quickly.

Releasing her hair, he moved back in front of her and put the ruler aside since he wouldn’t be needing it. “Pull your skirt up, all the way to your waist. Show me what belongs to me.”

She started inching up the hem, her gaze heavy-lidded as she revealed her smooth, bare thighs and neatly trimmed pussy, the delicate folds in between those gorgeous legs already plump and glistening with moisture. He inhaled a deep breath. Fuck, he could smell how aroused she was, and the blood in his veins thickened with a sharp, unrelenting hunger.

Holding her gaze, he slowly dragged his fingers up the inside of her thigh, until they sank into the softest, wettest, most decadent heat he’d ever encountered. “Who is all this wetness for?”

“You,” she said, her legs quivering as he delved even deeper, drawing more slick moisture from her body. “Only you.”

“Don’t ever forget that,” he replied gruffly, enjoying the way she surrendered so beautifully for him. He caught her clit between two of his fingers and tugged gently, but firmly enough to make her moan softly. “This is mine. You’re mine.”

Her pretty green eyes dilated with a heat and hunger that matched his own. “Yes.”

He dragged those same fingers slowly through that bit of heaven that was all his, and while she watched, he brought his hand up to his lips and sucked the alluring taste of her into his mouth.

“You are so goddamn sweet,” he murmured, licking his fingers clean. “Like fucking candy. If you didn’t need to be disciplined, I’d already be on my knees with my face and tongue buried in your pussy.”

She started to pant, her expression etched with the same lust that was burning him up inside. He wanted to tear open her blouse and ravage her breasts, suck those tasty nipples into his mouth until she screamed, but she had to leave the office after this tryst, and that meant keeping her clothes intact while he defiled her in more pleasurable ways.

“Turn around and bend over with your arms on the desk,” he commanded in a sharp tone. “I want your ass in the air for your punishment.”

She didn’t hesitate to comply, so eager to please knowing it would ultimately lead to her absolute pleasure. It always did. The fact that she made herself so vulnerable to him, that she trusted him to give her that satisfaction while he controlled how and when, was like a precious gift to him. And one he’d never take for granted. No, this dirty, sexy play was mutual, and shockingly, it brought him intimately closer to her every single time.

Mason stroked his palm over her bare bottom, taking a moment to appreciate the curve of her ass before he lifted his hand and smacked her, firmly enough that her flesh gave a little shake. Her back arched and she gasped at the stinging impact.

“That’s for giving any other man that beautiful smile and sweet laugh that belongs to me.” He swatted the other side, his dick pulsing at the sight of his large handprint appearing in a light shade of pink on her pale skin, marking her as his. “And that’s for making me jealous.”

She whimpered and shifted on her high heels, rubbing her thighs together to undoubtedly ease the ache in between. “Mason, please . . . ” she begged softly.

Done teasing them both, he tore open the front of his jeans and shoved his pants and briefs down to his thighs, freeing his erection. “Spread your legs nice and wide for me, Kitty-Kat,” he ordered, and while she braced her feet apart to make room for him in between, he took care of a condom.

Guiding the tip of his cock along her wet crevice, he found her opening and pushed the head inside just a few inches. A needy sound escaped her, and she shamelessly rocked back against him, seeking more of his length.

Giving them what they both desperately needed, he grasped her hips and slammed into her in one driving thrust, burying his shaft balls deep inside of her. She swallowed back a cry as he filled her, and he groaned at the way her body tightened around his cock as he tunneled in and out of her.

She suddenly pushed up on her hands, which angled her back and thrust her hips out farther, made him delve deeper with every undulating grind against her ass. “Mason,” she panted wildly. “I’m going to come so hard . . .I’m going to scream,” she said as her voice rose in volume, along with the orgasm he could

feel fluttering around his cock.

Jesus. If they were at his place, he wouldn’t give a shit if she shouted her throat raw—hell, he’d fucking love it. But they were in his office with employees and clients a few yards away, and he wasn’t about to let anyone else hear her cries of passion. They belonged to him, just as she did, and he didn’t share.