Zoe felt a little embarrassed.

Mason was fondling her, but she wasn’t turned on at all. Perhaps she felt it a little, but it was barely anything. He was a mature man. So, how could he not sense it?

They went into the manor and he carried her upstairs. Opening the bedroom door, he put her down on the soft bed. The mattress sunk as she lay on it listlessly and looked at the man above her.

He didn’t turn on the lights. Instead, he took off his coat, shirt, and belt in the dark, all while staring at her, monitoring the slightest changes on her face.

Then, he leaned over her, kissed her ear passionately, and said in a husky voice, “Are you getting turned on?” He was worried he might hurt her, so he had been holding himself back from going any further.

Leaning in close, she kissed him and relaxed her whole body, enticing him to have his way with her.

He kept kissing her, his heavy panting a sign of the strenuous effort it was taking him to stop himself from forcing himself into her