“What do you do for a living?” I ask. “Where does all of this come from?”
“Once upon a time, my parents. We’ve tripled our fathers’ empire in the last five years,” he declares, his own pride shining through.
“You’re close with your parents?”
His beautiful face drops, making me regret my question. “I used to be with my dad. My mum died when I was four years old.” His reply comes out robotic, expressionless, like he’s already zoned out.
I run my fingers through the hair at the base of his neck, sensing he needs the physical touch.
“I’m so sorry, Mason.”
“Please. Don’t.” His eyes bore into mine, adrenaline coursing through my veins as he pins me with his stare. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to mine, coaxing my lips into a kiss so urgent it sets my body aflame.
Grasping the backs of my knees, he pulls me so I’m sitting on the edge of the worktop, our bodies perfectly aligned. I feel his hard cock against my centre. He rolls his hips, and a shudder runs through me. His groan vibrates against my lips, and I feel it, all the way down there.
Our kiss turns desperate.
He pulls back as he bites my lip, making me moan out loud. I don’t let him go, though, my lips finding their way instinctively back to his, but he quickly forces us apart again.
“Fuck!” he yells, running his hands through his hair.
I smile up at him as he tries to compose himself. Annoyance at his lack of control evident in his stance.
“Bed. Now. You need to sleep,” he stresses.
“Youneed me to sleep more like… You just want me sober, don’t you, Bossman.”
He shakes his head, hands on hips.
“Where am I to sleep, Mr Mason?” I ask cheekily, hopping down from the kitchen island.
“Where the fuck do you think, Pixie?”
“Pixie?” I frown. Mason is in on this too?
His face grows serious as though just realising what he’s said. Not wanting to kill the mood, I take off on a run from the kitchen, searching for the stairs. I can hear him close behind me, and I flick my head around as I hit the first step, spotting him rounding the corner. My breath catches with the excitement that lives in his eyes. I see him smile, and then everything goes dark.
I pause mid-step, my heart hammering in my chest. Hands dust my waist as warm lips find my ear. If I didn’t already know, the sheer strength and dominance in the body at my back would tell me it’s Mason.
I can smell him, feel him, taste him on my lips.
“Too late now, angel.” He uses his body to move mine forward, and as we reach the top step, he bends, lifting me over his shoulder.
“Wait!” I squeal.
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.
