Free His Pawn (The Manhattan Tales Book 1) by Willa Thorne

bathroom and returned to his office.
    Every ounce of composure I gathered inside the bathroom left me as soon as I stepped foot into his office again.  Mason stood, leaning against the wall adjacent to the bathroom door.  He’d removed his black suit jacket, and was wearing a crisp white button down. His tie had been removed. I could see the definition of his biceps and his hardened abs through his shirt. 
    He stared down at me hungrily as he prowled toward me.  My eyes widened for a split second as he came closer, and in response, I took a few steps back, until I felt my back against the wall.  My breathing quickened as his body now pressed against mine, pinning me to the wall.  I couldn’t escape- not that I wanted to. 
    His gaze alone entranced me, and left my insides smoldering.   The scent of him clouded my senses as the heat of his body overtook me.  The lace underneath my pencil skirt was officially wet.  For those few seconds, as anticipation increased, I gazed up into his light brown eyes.  There was a darkness in those eyes.  Lust.  If words weren’t going to convince me to accept his terms, then he was going to show me.  I knew this, but I didn’t care.  His arms wrapped around me, the strength of his body overpowering me.  His lips crashed down on mine, and I savored his taste.    
    His lips enveloped mine while both of his hands flattened against the wall, not allowing me to move.  His kiss was heated, expert, and passionate, yet tender.  I felt a force stronger than any magnetic pull as he consumed me.  Words can’t begin to describe how he’d captivated me, and I wondered if he felt the same pulse between us. 
    He nibbled on my lower lip gently as his hands slid down my body.  His tongue tenderly slipped between my lips, silently demanding that I part for him.      I opened my mouth for him, and welcomed his tongue as it caressed the inside of my mouth.  I ran my hands up and down his back and it only encouraged him to ravish me even more. 
    I’d kissed two guys in my life before Mason, and I’d never felt such sensations from a kiss before.  This was more than a kiss.  This was indescribable.  My body careened with desire against his.  With his mouth still possessing mine, he took my hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants.
    “Feel what you do to me,” his voice was raw in my ear.  My heart was rampant as I felt the large, tented bulge in my hand.  Solid and rock hard, for me.   I stopped breathing for a second.
    Before I knew what was happening, he’d bunched my skirt around my waist and pressed his knee between my legs to hold me in place.  His hands reached around my backside, gripped me, and he lifted me up as though I weighed no more than a feather. 
    “Wrap your legs around me, sweetness.” he whispered in my ear before returning his lips to mine.  Immediately, I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him with lustful intensity as he carried me to the oversized white leather sofa situated on the other side of his office. 
    He sat down, leading me to straddle his lap.  I felt the thick hardness beneath his black pants. A soft moan escaped my lips as his hardness pressed against my wet lace, rubbing me right… there.  Ah!  I lightly rubbed myself on his tented shaft and it caused me to ache with need.  Based on what I was feeling beneath me, he was too big to fit inside me.  His lips finally left mine and he trailed licks and kisses down my neck as his fingers slipped beneath my lace panties.
    He grunted as he felt how damp my panties were.  His thumb and forefinger rubbed my clit, soft at first, and then he quickly adopted a rougher tempo as he rubbed me and flicked me, making me so wet and swollen.  I’d never experienced such aching desire as I did with this man.
    “Oh Jill.  You’re soaked for me,” he whispered into my ear.  I moaned softly at his touch.
    “You need to be fucked. Hard.  You have no idea what I have planned for