I had sex with Mason. Earth shattering, mind-boggling sex with a man I could barely stand. It was incredible. And it was incredibly stupid too. I knew I shouldn’t have done it. Hell, Mason was probably right that a part of me hadn’t locked the door because I wanted him, but that didn’t change the fact that it was a monumentally bad idea. The best damn bad idea I’ve had in a long time.

Even now, as we sat one row apart on the jet headed back to Belle Musique, I kept my knees squeezed together because my mind wouldn’t stop replaying images from the night before. Flashes of action from our night of reckless debauchery played nonstop, of me with my head thrown back in ecstasy, of Mason’s face twisted and dark while he pounded into me.

Oh-my-god.

I don’t know what in the hell I was thinking last night, and I wished I could blame it on the martinis, but I couldn’t. Especially when Mason had given me four orgasms, one just this morning before we left the hotel.

Now though, Mason seemed unaffected while I sat awkwardly in my seat trying to figure out how to appear normal after what had happened between us. It was a new thing for me, having wild sex with someone I could barely stand, and I think I liked it. A lot.

Once the jet was at cruising altitude, James came out with a piping hot black coffee for me and something for Mason. But I didn’t know what since I was determined to play it as cool as he was.

Besides all that, I had a billionaire with a heart of gold to read about, and I didn’t have time to think about a scorching hot one night stand. Nope. Not at all.

I drank my coffee and got lost in the story of Lex and Glory, which turned out to be a pretty engrossing tale. The kind that would make a less cynical woman than myself swoon and believe in things like happy endings. But the way Lex treated Glory, it was enough to make me long for that type of pampering and support. I would never have that myself, but as I engrossed myself in the story, I let myself suspend reality, eating up the pages while I enjoyed the hot coffee.

Then we hit a pocket of air and my coffee tipped over, down the table and all over my white V-neck t-shirt. “Dammit!” At least I had quick reflexes, and managed to move my e-reader out of the path of the hot, dark liquid.

“You all right, Cupcake?”

I glared at Mason as I stood, doing my best to wipe up the liquid when James appeared, taking the napkins from me with a gentle smile. “I’ve got it. Your suitcase is in the first bedroom.”

“Thank you, James.” I gave him a small smile before turning away and disappearing into one of the small bedrooms on the plane. Bedrooms on a freaking plane paid truth to some of the luxuries in the billionaire romance currently burning up my e-reader. It was a bit surreal to be able to turn around while changing my shirt on a plane. Surreal, but convenient, since the last thing I wanted was to spend the rest of the flight in a coffee covered shirt.

I hadn’t packed much since it was just a two day trip, which left me with only my white tank top that was part of a cotton pajama set to wear. When I found it folded neatly at the bottom of my small suitcase I smiled. At least something would go right today.

“Got any room in here for one more?”

I really hated the fact that Mason’s voice instantly put my body on edge. He might as well have asked me if I got wet just for him, the way he had last night, with the way my nipples beaded under my tank top. The way my panties grew damp in seconds. It was completely unfair.

“As soon as I’m done, the room is yours.”

I blinked when Mason stepped fully inside the room and closed the door. My pulse raced at the heat in his gaze, the way he licked his lips as his gaze landed on my chest. “Those tits are beautiful, Cupcake.”

“Don’t call me that.” There was no heat behind my words, because his gaze was like a caress all over my body, leaving my skin heated and sensitized. Ready for him to make good on the promise in his stare.

“Why? I already know you’re sweeter than a cupcake.” His body came closer until his chest was right in my line of sight. “That’s good news for you, Trish.”

I scoffed at his arrogance. “Oh yeah, why?” Arms crossed, I did my best to appear defiant and uninterested.

“Because I came for another taste.”

I swallowed visibly at his dark words, but my body was already on board, hot and heavy. And leaking like a needy little slut. “Who says that’s gonna happen?”

Mason’s smile darkened right along with those green eyes that were now the color of the forest at midnight. “I’ll tell you what, Cupcake.” He pressed a kiss to the crook of my neck and my knees instantly buckled, my fall broken by the firm mattress beneath me. With a smirk that said Mason knew exactly the power he had over me, he knelt before me. “I’ll get started, and you tell me when you want me to stop. How does that sound?”

The arrogant jerk didn’t wait for me to agree, or tell him to take a hike, he just slowly, and with excruciating care, removed my jeans and the pink French lace panties I’d just bought, the matching pink bra and the tank I’d just slipped on.

There was plenty of time for me to shove Mason away, to tell him this was another bad idea and I didn’t want it.

But I did want it.

So, so bad.

And when his big, rough palm pressed against my midsection until I was flat on my back, I submitted to him. Legs splayed open indecently. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch, because holy hell, Mason put on one hell of a show. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the way he manipulated his tongue into different positions to cause different sensations. “Oh jeez, Mason. Yes!” The way he kept his eyes closed like he wanted to focus only on the taste of me, only made me wetter. Hotter. “Oh god!”

The wretched man laughed, and instead of smacking him, I moaned long and loud as the vibrations sent a wicked pulsing through me, pushing me right to the edge of pleasure. Then he pulled back.

“What in the hell, Mason!”

He smiled, and he looked like some fallen angel with his dark brown hair slightly mussed and his smile slick from my arousal. “You mentioned something about wanting to be on top?”

Holy cow. Was he serious? It was a dirty little fantasy of mine, one we hadn’t gotten around to last night because he’d been insatiable, eating me out and fucking me in every imaginable position while I held on for dear life.

“I-I did.”

Mason threw himself on the bed with a smile, hands propped behind his head. “Ride me, cowgirl.”

Cowgirl was better than cupcake, so I saved my glare for later, or maybe it had something to do with how damp and sticky my thighs became at the thought of what I was about to do. “If that’s what you want,” I told him with a coy smile.

“It’s what you want, Cupcake and that matters too.” He grabbed my ass, giving it a squeeze and lifting me until my ass was level with his chest. “Come on, Trish. Ride my face.”

I couldn’t suppress the shiver his words produced if I tried, and I didn’t try all that hard. My inner dirty girl took over and I straddled his head with a smile, loving that all I could see was those smiling green eyes, dark with desire. His tongue flicked out right against my clit and I bucked against him, and that was the beginning of the end. The way Mason’s mouth moved against me as I gyrated on his mouth was intoxicating. He licked and sucked and slurped at me while I rode him to orgasm, gripping his hair around my fingers while I bucked against his mouth. “Oh. My. God.” I shivered when his tongue flicked against my swollen clit again and again.

“Nope, not god. It’s just Mason.”

He was such a smartass, and I knew just how I planned to teach him a lesson. “I don’t think I’m done with you yet.” I lifted one leg and flipped my position, determined to make him come apart just as wholly as I just had.

“Yeah? You think you have another orgasm in you, Cupcake?”

“I guess that’s on you,” I told him boldly as my gaze slid to the long thick ridge currently trying to break free of his zipper. “I have something else in mind for you.” When he tried to speak, I lowered myself to his lips until I felt them on my sensitized clit. I freed his delicious cock and took him in my mouth.

“Oh fuck!” His words were garbled against my slick heat, but I heard them loud and clear, and they fueled me. Every groan and moan, every buck of his hips only made me bolder. Made me take him deeper at times, and wrap my lips around the throbbing head of his cock and suck like he was my favorite piece of candy.

It was intoxicating, holding a powerful man’s pleasure in your hand like this, and I felt how turned on I was by his every response. Cupping his sac, I took him as deep as I could and moaned when he began to nibble my clit. My body was on fire, thick lava flowing through my veins as he brought me closer and closer to another orgasm, but this was my show. I licked him from the bottom of his sac to the tip of his beautiful cock before taking him deeper and faster.

“Oh fuck, Trish! Trish!” Yep, that was the sound I wanted to hear. Mason, lost to pleasure and on the brink of losing control. His tongue slipped inside me and I began to ride him as I swallowed him whole. A loud long grunt escaped as he pumped his pleasure into my mouth and down my throat while I convulsed as pleasure seeped out me, impressively his tongue never stopped moving until he was totally spent. “Fuck me, Cupcake. That was pure fucking heaven.”

I smiled and rolled off him, feeling too good to think about the consequences of our lost weekend.

I didn’t care right now. And when we woke up thirty minutes before the plan landed, I still didn’t care. My body still hummed with pleasure and satisfaction and I didn’t want anything to dampen it. Not yet, anyway. So, I quickly dressed and went back to my seat, unsure how to act around Mason after what had happened between us. Again.

This wasn’t some romance novel where he would find reasons to see me more often. This was real life, and in the real world what we’d had was nothing more than a weekend of hot sex. A hot memory to pull out when I needed a release.

By the time I arrived home to shower, I had my head on straight even as my body still vibrated from a weekend of orgasms. And by the time I changed and headed into the coffee shop, I was ready for life to get back to normal.