Still, excitement flares through me as I slide out the card.
You want my manners?
I want your taste. On my tongue, my cock, everywhere.
Please.
Excitement turns to shock as a wave of arousal sweeps over me, catching me off guard. I sit and stare at his words, rereading them until they don’t make sense anymore.
I was expecting something sweet to go with the beautiful gift. I was not expecting this. Grasping the pillow at my side, I begin to fan myself, thoughts of Mason andhistaste—that I’ve already stolen—causing my body to heat.
I am so flipping turned on it’s ridiculous.
He would have known what his words would do to me, and I’m not sad about it. He’s had me eating out of the palm of his hands on every encounter so far.
I take his note with me to my room. The rose long forgotten.
Lying back on my bed, I let the promise in his words and the gentle touch of my fingers find the release my body desperately craves.
* * *
Mase
Elliot: Come here
I frown at my phone,wondering what the hell Elliot wants. It’s Friday and his day off.
Mase: Where?
Elliot: My office
What? Is he in today? I push my chair back from my desk, striding to the door. The reception area is empty, and Alice stands the second she sees me, her back ramrod straight.
“Is Montgomery in today?” I ask.
She nods. “Yes, he got in at around ten. Can I get you anything, Mason?”
“Yes, you can call me Mr Lowell,” I deadpan, walking off in the direction of Elliot’s office. It’s at the opposite end of the floor, the mirror of my own. I don’t knock.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask, stepping into the room. He is standing in his office bathroom, rearranging his tie. “Actually, don’t answer that.” I don’t want to know.
I walk to his desk and start looking through his paperwork, my brows rising in surprise when I see he has been working.
“Don’t act so surprised, asshole. I’ve been in five days this week.” He strides back into the office, looking cocky.
“I’m more concerned than surprised.” I place my hand on his forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”
“Fuck off, Lowell,” he snaps, batting my hand away. “My dad’s been in my ear. If I don’t start doing more, he will be coming out of fucking retirement,” he grumbles, pushing his blond mop out of his eyes.
“Hey, I’m kidding,” I say honestly. “It’s good to have you here, mate.” I drop down onto the chair opposite his desk. “I just spoke to Charles. He is on his way over.”
“Good, I called Sullivan up as well,” he says.
As he says it, Alice buzzes through the intercom. “I have Charlie and Lance here for you, Elliot, Mr Lowell.”
Elliot sits back, affronted, before he leans in and speaks to Alice through the speaker. “You don’t need to tell us that. They should be on the approved list. And it’s Mr Montgomery, thanks,” he tells her.
And rightfully so, she needed to hear it from Elliot too. The line of professionalism around here is thinning by the day. We need a good shakeup. Elliot being in the office more is a start.
