A week. That was all the time I spent apart from Mason. Just one week. Yet as his hard member slowly pressed its way inside of me, my body reacted as if I hadn't felt his touch in years.

A surge of pleasure traveled through my nerves and sent goosebumps racing across my skin. My legs trembled as if they might give way at any moment. My reflection disappeared as my satisfied moan quickly fogged up the glass in front of me. And when that fog finally disappeared, a new, much more appealing image greeted me.

Earlier, I'd been embarrassed by the image of myself in the glass, but now, it excited me. Watching the pleasure as it washed over me and transformed me into somebody I barely recognized. The hunger and desire in my eyes, the blush that traveled across my cheeks and slowly melded into my body, the way my chest moved up and down with my labored breathing.

Was this what he saw whenever he fucked me? If so, I could understand why he was so eager to come out and see me tonight. Maybe that was vain of me to think, but honestly? I didn't care. Why couldn't I think I was sexy? He clearly did.

As if to emphasize that point, his thrusts started to pick up speed. I loved this feeling. Being trapped between him and the glass like this. Knowing everything I had was right there on display for the world to see.

In a sense, at least. We were on a pretty high floor. The cars and people I did see looked like ants below us. Not that they were too far away to figure out what was going on if they were really looking, but I doubted they'd be able to make out any details.

Still, there was an excitement in being exposed like this. Besides, the most important eyes I wanted on me tonight were Mason's. And he seemed more than happy to comply.

I think he was even more focused on my reflection than I was. His eyes were intense as he watched my body, my expressions. As he leaned in to graze his teeth against my neck, he let out a small, frustrated sigh.

"God, I wish I could see you from the other side," he murmured. "I'll bet it's one hell of a view."

"Oh, yeah?" I teased. "Tell you what. I'll fuck myself against the window when I get home tomorrow. That way you can have a front-row seat. Sound good?"

A low hum of satisfaction rumbled in his throat. "Keep talking like that and I won't want to take you home."

I couldn't help but laugh a bit. "What? You wanted to before?"

My amusement was cut short as he suddenly grabbed my hips and pressed his way deep inside of me. My smile gave way to a moan as those familiar sparks of pleasure spread throughout my body. His fingers brushed against my sweet spot as he started grinding inside of me.

That same cocky smile as before stared at me from his reflection. Not that I paid it much attention. I was far too busy trying to keep myself from turning into a quivering puddle of ecstasy. With very little success.

His free hand moved from my hip as he wrapped his arm around my waist instead, pulling me close. His lips brushed gently against my ear. His voice was low and teasing as he spoke.

"Nope. I never want to take you back. Never did. Hmm, but how to get you to stay?"

He hummed as if deep in thought, but it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing. His grinding picked up speed as his fingers teased my sweet spot. And if all that itself wasn't enough for him to know he was driving me crazy, then the face I was making certainly should have.

Not that I could see it much anymore. He had me panting so hard that the glass in front of me was nothing but a veil of fog. My legs were visibly shaking now. I could feel his grip tighten around my waist as if to make sure I stayed upright.

It was the sweetest kind of torture. One that made me both beg for relief and pray that it would never end all at once.

And he knew it too. I could see it on his face. The excitement, the anticipation, the unrepentant lust. He was just biding his time. Waiting, watching, savoring each and every sensation as I fell apart in his hands and lost myself completely.

Thankfully, it seems he was a lot more merciful than I was when it came to things like this. A playful smile suddenly came over his face as he suddenly thrust inside me again.

"Ah, I know," he teased. "I'll just fuck you so good that you'll never want me to stop."

"Too fucking late," I moaned, my head growing hazy with pleasure.

Apparently, that was the right answer. His eyes went dark with lust, his grip tightened around my waist. His voice was practically a growl as he leaned in and whispered one word in my ear.

"Good."

All at once, his thrust began to pick up speed. Hard, deep, he fucked me relentlessly. As if he were trying to make up for all the time he'd wasted teasing me. My moans echoed in the large, empty room and mixed with his labored breathing.

So close. I was so fucking close. My vision started going as white as the fog on the window in front of me. It felt like my body was coming apart at the seams, just begging to be ripped apart by the pleasure.

And then, I felt it. A deep, lust-filled growl rumbled in his throat as his hard member suddenly started to twitch and pulse inside of me. As the warmth filled me from the inside out it was like my brain shut down entirely. "Thought" in any sense was gone now. Now, there was only feeling. And that feeling was pure, uninhibited ecstasy.

Hot liquid gushed from between my legs unrelentingly. My body gave way entirely, pressing me firmly against the cold, hard glass. Something between a moan and a scream left my lips and filled the air around us before slowly fading into echoes.

As it disappeared, the room was soon filled with the sound of violent panting. I could just barely hear a faint dripping sound below me as the last drops of our wild encounter fell into the pool slowly spreading around my feet.

My body felt indescribable. Weak, wonderful, excited, empty. A swirling storm of contradicting feelings that somehow equaled what could only be described as bliss. And, apparently, I wasn't the only one.

Mason's arms trembled faintly as they reached up and wrapped around my waist in what could only be described as a tender embrace. He held me close to him as he left a trail of soft kisses along my neck and down my shoulder.

"God, you're incredible..." he murmured breathlessly.

My head was still numb and hazy. I stayed there in his arms, drinking in the feelings and sensations around me. However, as I did, an unexpected sensation suddenly made itself present.

A loud, angry growl suddenly broke the silence. That would have been surprising enough on its own. What really surprised me, however, was that it came from my own stomach.

No sooner had I processed what was happening than my stomach let out another loud growl. I quickly wrapped my arms around it to try to dampen the sound. My cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Ah, sorry. Just ignore that," I mumbled awkwardly.

"Are you hungry?" he asked with genuine concern in his voice.

As much as I would have liked to brush it off and say no, it's not exactly like I could lie to him at this point. I mean, he heard the same growl I did. I sighed and gave a slight nod.

"A little," I admitted sheepishly. "Now that I think about it, I don't think I've eaten anything since lunch."

"Huh? I thought you were going to some kind of dinner with your husband tonight?"

A grimace made its way to my face at the reminder. "Yeah. I did. But he pissed me off so I left early. I never actually got around to the 'dinner' part of the dinner."

He gave me a small, gentle squeeze. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? We could have ordered room service first. I mean, I don't know about you, but a little dinner break certainly wasn't going to kill my mood or anything."

I snickered thinking back to the little joke I'd made about not even granny panties stopping him tonight. "No, it's not that. I just didn't realize I was hungry at the time. My mind was a little... preoccupied until about a minute ago. You know?"

He smiled, moving his hand down to rub my thigh. "Ah, is that so? Then allow me to apologize for being so distracting. Can I make it up to you over dinner?"

"You don't have to-"

"Come on, none of that bullshit," he cut me off, pulling me close again. "In case you've already forgotten, I made my intentions to spoil you beyond all reason tonight very clear."

A smile tugged at my lips. "Huh, that's funny. I remember hearing that it would be 'just the basics.'"

"Oh, it is," he teased. "Can't get much more basic than dinner. So, on that note, what do you want to eat?"

Mischief couldn't help but make its way into my mind at the question. I smiled and leaned back against him, running my hand along his thigh. He gave me an amused look and grabbed my wrist, bringing it to his lips.

"Sorry, dessert is only for good girls who finish their dinner."

I let out a heavy sigh. "Fine. I give up. Bring me a menu."

He leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Good girl."

The moment he separated from me, my body was already begging him to return. And there was something scary in that feeling. Not because it was a new feeling by any means. I often felt a sense of longing after Mason and I had our little encounters. Instead, I think I was scared by the fact that I felt it even though I knew he wasn't going anywhere.

This wasn't an hour at his house before the neighbors caught on. This wasn't a quickie in the bathroom at the park. I had him all night. A whole night with just the two of us. No nosy neighbors, no intrusive bystanders, no worries about Phil suddenly walking in. Just the two of us, alone, miles away in a private hotel room. So why was I still yearning for him as if I didn't know when I would see him again?

My eyes wandered to him as if by instinct. He'd tossed his shirt on the bed by now but didn't seem to know what to do about his half-soaked pants. After all, he couldn't exactly answer the door naked, now could he?

He looked between them and the hotel menu for a bit before letting out a defeated sigh and rolling his eyes. He shook his head as he looked at the menu as if giving up entirely. After glancing over it for a second, he finally looked back at me. An amused smile overtook his face as he realized I hadn't moved an inch from where he left me.

"Hey, shows over. The rest of that is mine for the night," he teased. "Come decide what you want for dinner."

"A lovely idea in theory. Unfortunately, my legs are currently made of jelly," I explained pointedly. "So, I'm afraid I'll have to politely decline your offer."

A look somewhere between humor and pride filled his face at that statement. He tossed the menu onto the bed and walked back over to me. Without a word, he leaned down and scooped me up into his arms. I yipped slightly at the sudden loss of solid ground beneath my feet.

"Jeez, will you stop doing that?" I huffed at him.

"Nope," he answered simply, carrying me over to the bed.

I let out a frustrated sigh and rolled my eyes, but honestly, I couldn't actually say I was that upset with him. There was something comforting about being held by him like this. Pressed right up against his chest, his strong arms wrapped around me. A sort of knowledge that I was safe there. That no matter what happened around us, he would never let me fall.

Drop me, however, was apparently a different story. Another yip of surprise exited my mouth as I was unceremoniously flopped onto the bed. I was going to glare at him, however, he didn't give me much of a chance. Not a second later, he jumped into bed next to me, sending both of us bouncing along the mattress.

Laughter sputtered through his lips at the sight. But, somehow, it wasn't the laugh I was used to hearing from him.

There was something innocent in this laughter. Almost childlike. The kind of laugh you'd have goofing off with your friends when you were young. The kind of laugh that made you feel good just by hearing it. A laugh that couldn't help but bring a smile to my face.

He reached across the bed and grabbed the menu from where he had tossed it. He rolled across the bed until he was on his stomach next to me. He placed the menu in front of me, leaning his head against my shoulder.

"Looks like they have some good stuff, but I'm still not a hundred percent about what you like yet, so let me know if you want something else," he explained. "I think the pizza places are still open and there's this one Chinese restaurant I know that does a killer fried rice."

I smiled a little at the comment. "Great. Now I kind of want Chinese food."

"Me too," he laughed. He scooted over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone off of it. "What's your go-to for Chinese? I think they have most of the standards."

"Sweet and sour chicken."

"Ah, a woman after my own heart," he teased, dialing the number.

As he placed the phone to his ear, I couldn't help but smile. This felt good. This felt right. This felt comfortable. This was what I wanted my night to be. What I always wanted it to be. A cozy night in. Just the two of us. And I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd had that with somebody.

I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling, the lights from the chandelier casting rainbows above me. Almost like a dream. I closed my eyes, letting his voice surround me.

I was wrong earlier. What I'd felt at that window wasn't bliss. This was bliss. This was happiness. And no matter what happened tomorrow, I was really glad that I'd messaged him tonight.