We enter the bedroom, and I try to take in my surroundings, but all I can seem to focus on is the feel of his fingers as they dig into the tops of my thighs. The room is lit up in a soft glow from the city lights beyond the windows. Being upside down makes it impossible to make out anything else, though. “Bossman, put me down!”
I feel myself floating through the air before my back meets the soft sheets of a mattress. He hesitates only a second before lowering himself over me.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he hums, his lips dropping into the crook of my neck.
I try to get closer, but he holds his body off of me, supporting his weight on his arms and not letting our bodies touch.
“Promise me when I’m sober—”
His head swoops down, cutting me off with a searing kiss. “I promise when you’re sober.” He smiles down at me, and my stomach flips again.
Slowly, he rises off me and leaves the room through one of the doors. I sit up quickly and look around at my surroundings, my hands fisting the silky-smooth sheets.
The bed is huge. Its plush navy headboard sits high against the white wall. There’s an ottoman at the base of the bed, a large shaggy rug covering the floor beneath it. The corner of the room is made up of floor-to-ceiling windows with double doors that give way to a wraparound balcony.
It’s beyond anything I’ve ever seen.
Mason comes back into the room from one of the two adjoining doors. He drops a T-shirt on the ottoman.
“Bed,” he demands.
Usually—like any other time in my life—I’d tell him to piss off. I mean, who does this man think he is?
But, the way he can look at me and make me feel so many things… I shut the hell up and go to the en suite to change.
I remove my dress and quickly pull the T-shirt over my head, fluffing my hair in the mirror then flattening it out again. I take a deep breath and open the door, only to be caught completely off guard when I find Mason in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs. He has his back to me, his muscles flexing as he pulls back the bedsheet.
He turns, sensing my presence, his eyes dropping down the length of my body. “Come lay with me.”
And I do just that. I climb into his bed, lying on my side as his body mirrors mine. I feel the exhaustion of the past week take over my body, and my eyes grow heavy as I relax into the plush bedding.
The last thing I see as I drift off to sleep is the promise of more in the dark eyes of the beautiful man lying next to me.
* * *
I wake disorientedand confused in my surroundings. Sitting up, I look around the room until my eyes fall on the Adonis beside me.
Well, shit.
He lies on his back with one arm thrown up over his eyes, the sheet wrapped around his legs. The rest of his body is on full display.
He is magnificent.
I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a man in the flesh with such an incredible physique. Reaching out, I use my pointer finger to follow a large vein that runs the length of his forearm.
He groans but doesn’t wake, his hand coming down to rest on the comforter.
His torso is ripped with solid muscles, his chest taut. He has a light smattering of hair leading down into his boxers.
My eyes go wide when I spot his erection.
I promise when you’re sober.
I don’t know what comes over me, but I kneel beside him, slowly reaching my hand out to palm him through the thin fabric. His cock twitches at my touch, growing harder.
Oh, god! What am I doing?
I freeze, looking up into his eyes in a panic. He stares down at me with a raised brow. Reaching out, he slides a strand of hair behind my ear as if challenging me to continue.
