Chapter 13

As though prompted by touch, Jack began to descend. While his body slipped through Mason’s fingers—hip bones, waist, ribs—Jack nudged Mason’s knees wider and knelt between them.

“Did you have anything in mind?” Jack asked; the boredom, the disinterest, and the attitude that had existed in his voice up to that point replaced by a smooth, low tenor that seemed to purr from Jack’s throat.

Mason shook his head, not entirely convinced of his ability to speak, more than sure he’d say something stupid like “just let me touch you” if he tried anyway, and trailed his palms up Jack’s arms as Jack reached into his lap.

“Let’s start nice and easy then.”

Why Mason’s mind floundered a command to still Jack’s hands, Mason couldn’t decipher. But it did. And he did. And they both locked gazes with completely different expressions. “Relax, Mason. This is what you’ve paid for. Sit back and enjoy it. You will. I’m good. Trust me.”