Aria’s POV Mason didn’t hesitate. The moment I gave in, his mouth claimed mine again, hungry and possessive, as if my answer had flipped something wild and irrevocable inside him. His lips moved against mine with purpose, stealing my breath, making my knees weak before I even realized what he was doing. I was still dressed in my blazer and white shirt, my pencil skirt hugging my hips, when I felt his fingers find the zipper at my side. He didn’t rush; he savored it. “Let’s not wrinkle your shirt,” he murmured against my lips, his voice low and dangerous. “Turn around. Kneel on the sofa.” For a heartbeat, I was
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