By the time we arrived at Hamilton House, I couldn’t ever pretend to hide my erection. His scent turned me on like nothing else and now with him in heat, I could barely contain my urges.

As I began to open my side of the car, Mason grabbed my arm. “No. I’ll go myself. I don’t trust us to be near a bed together. I need to think more about this first.” His breathing was labored and his color had gone from slightly tan to practically glowing red.

“No, Mason. There is no way I’m letting you meander in there by yourself. I need to make sure you’re safe and then I will go. I promise.” I didn’t leave Mason much of a choice as I grabbed his bags that we had picked up from his house on the way here before opening his side of the car. He placed his arm around my neck and I grabbed his waist. The distraction of the tightness of his lower abdominal muscles almost made me lose my footing. But I quickly recovered myself; I was determined to follow through with getting Mason where he needed to be.

Mason was assigned to room twelve according to the key that Amy had given him a few days prior. I pushed the front door open, glad to see no one in sight. The large foyer opened up to beautiful sitting room. Its far windows perfectly framed the nature beyond it, a medium-sized lake surrounded by redwood trees underneath the light of the almost-full moon.

We followed the signs to room twelve which, thankfully was on the first floor of this gargantuan estate. Using the second key on the ring, I opened the door up to a lovely hotel-like suite. A large bed stood across the room with perfectly fluffed pillows and thick blue sheets. An ornate doorway led to another room; a small kitchen, complete with a fridge, stove and microwave.

I walked Mason over to the bed and placed him gently down, the weight of his head burying his beautiful face into the large down pillows. As I turned to leave, he grabbed my arm.

“Don’t go. I know what I said, but I need you, Jordan.” He guided my hand down and placed it on his hard cock. The look of longing on his face made my face flush with excitement.

“Mason, you didn’t want to do anything and I want to honor that. BELIEVE ME, as I much as I want you right now, I also know that you are talking nonsense due to your heat. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret; not with me.” It took all of me to pull myself off the bed and begin to walk away.

“Please, Jordan,” I heard him whisper as I placed my hand on the knob to leave. “I want you. I’m not talking nonsense. I’ve been wanting you for weeks. I just…I just can’t get hurt again, Jordan, I CAN’T.”

I raced over to him like a bolt of lightning. “Mason. I love you. I know it sounds crazy. But I do. I never thought I could feel this way about anyone…let alone an HR guy…” He let out a weak chuckle at the dig. “I will help you through this. Now…and forever.”

I leaned forward and put my cheek against his. I could feel a tear beginning to stream out of the corner of his eye, and as I put my arms around him, his body shook with emotion. Holding him felt more than good. It felt…right; like it was something I had been born to do. Slowly he intertwined his fingers with mine and guided my hand down to feel his girth hiding beneath his dark grey khakis. As soon as my hand made contact with his hard cock, he let out a moan of pleasure.

I began by removing his shirt, one button at a time, revealing chiseled pecs and perfectly light brown nipples. My lips found their way to his neck and I began to slowly caress his skin with the tip of my tongue. I moved downward until my mouth had encased his left nipple and then began to bat it around with my tongue, feeling his heartrate steadily increase.

Even with all my sexual experience, I had never really been into foreplay. Sex had always been about me and my partner o’ the moment both getting to the finish line. But right now, my goal in life was to give Mason as much pleasure as he could stand, as slowly as possible.

The tongue bath continued down his stomach. I drew circles around the small line of dark hair that extended from the middle of his solar plexus down to his cock, like a helpful arrow (“down that way, sir!”). When I got to the top of his pants, I removed my face from his body and felt his hands reach down to cup my head. I looked up to see those gorgeous blue eyes staring down at me, his eyebrows slightly furrowed in a way that signified longing.

Slowly, I began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. In one fell swoop, I grasped both his pants and his boxers, gently tugging them downward from his waist and then off of each of his goosebumped legs, one at a time. I stood up and stepped away from him, enjoying the view of Mason fully naked in front of me. DAMN, was I into this guy.