The next thing she knew, he had already kissed her neck. His lips were searing to the touch. It was slimy too.

Then, his lips trailed her bathrobe and moved down her body.

She raised her head slightly, trying to beat back the waves of pleasure he was giving her. She was turned on, but she resented it. Just as Mason was about to take things to the next level, she gripped his hand abruptly, trying to stop him from going further.

Her voice was husky when she said, “I’m a little worn out, Mason.”

Now, he was an extremely perceptive guy. So, it was only natural that he knew how a lady’s mind worked. She was just making up an excuse. She wasn’t tired. She just didn’t want to do it.

With that said, he didn’t push it. He didn’t let go of her immediately either. Instead, he leaned on her shoulder and spent a long time calming himself before he walked into the bathroom.

Moments later, she heard telltale sounds from there. He was probably taking care of it himself.

As expected, there wa