I stand, waiting, looking down at the beautiful woman I want to keep all to myself.
“Mase, this could be incredible for the studio. I’ll be accepting his offer to do the photos. The gallery he works at is a big deal, and it opens the doors to so many other possibilities.”
Everything inside me wants to say no, to demand that she doesn’t speak to him again, and cut off every male in her life. But that would be unfair, and she doesn’t deserve my bullshit jealousy right now. I nod my head. “I’ll be there when you meet with him.”
She smiles up at me, but it disappears just as quick, a frown taking over her face. “So you’re aware, I wasn’t asking. And what, you don’t trust me?”
“I don’t trust him; I won’t have it any other way.”
“I don’t know. You’ll put me off. Can Vinny come instead?”
“No. Me or nobody. Send me the details and I will carve out some time.” I stare down at her, daring her to argue.
I know she wants to.
“Thank you, Mase,” she says, leaning in to kiss me. “Wait ten minutes, then come find me.”
“Where are you going?” I grab her waist as she tries to escape the kitchen.
“I have a surprise for you.” She smiles, backing out of the room.
Nina
He’s exactly where I want him when I come back down the stairs. I moved the wingback chair to the open space between the dining table and lounge, and he seemed to presume what I wanted correctly. He sits gazing out on the incredible view wearing only his boxers, looking every bit the powerful man he is.
My heels click on the polished wood floors as I walk to the music console in the corner of the room. I find the song I want, watching him as he takes in the first few verses. It’s not until the beat drops, and his head falls back to the seat in anticipation that I make my way to him, my body moving forward with the thump of the music.
The look on his face as I come into view sets my insides on fire, adrenaline rippling through me. It’s the only thing that keeps me standing.
I saunter around the chair, stepping between his spread legs. Bending down, I give him one long, deep kiss.
“No touching,” I whisper into his mouth.
I hear his groan as I turn and walk to the floor-to-ceiling window. Dropping down into the splits, I lean back, falling to the floor with my back arched, legs still stretched wide. My eyes lock on his as my head tilts back and I roll my upper body with the music. His eyes are focused on the dip between my breasts and nothing else. That is until I give him my legs, lifting them together, I flip myself, rolling backwards until I’m a foot closer to him and on my knees, I plant my hands on the ground letting him see me as I swing my head around in sync with the roll of my hips.
I bring my body to the ground in a slow, gentle grind, and I swear I hear him hiss. The music is so consuming that I can barely hear him, but the tension in the room tells me everything his words don’t.
He wants me.
I roll to my back, sucking my thumb into my mouth and moving it down my body until I reach the apex of my thighs, applying pressure through the lace onto my already sensitive clit. It makes me needy, hungry for him. I bring my legs out to the sides, rolling my body up so I’m back to doing the splits, but this time I give him the vantage point of my front. Pushing my legs behind me, I rise to my knees, finally positioning myself between his legs. I look up at him expecting him to be looking at my semi-naked state, but instead of looking at my body, his eyes are locked with mine. A fire burning within them that show no signs of being put out.
Mase
She’s every man’s wet dream. A dream I never thought I wanted until Elliot thrust her into my world, and now that I’ve got her, legs spread wide for me on my penthouse floor, I plan to do everything in my power to fucking keep her.
Her slender body rolls backwards in a move I didn’t know was humanly possible. It puts her on her knees, but still, she only gives me her back. I need her eyes. She drops her hands to the floor, putting her ass in the air for me to see, the lace of her underwear encasing the most perfectly pink pussy I have ever seen.
Mine.
My head ducks down, trying to follow her body as she grinds herself into my floorboards. The hiss that leaves me has me sitting back in the chair, my pointer finger running over my mouth as I try to look in control. Because inside, I’m ready to pounce.
It would be so easy to take her like this. To slide up behind her and get lost in her heat. But the thought of missing something—it has me rooted to the spot.
Like a caged animal I want to free her, taking her to the place she will find her release, yet right now, as I watch her dance for me, I’m mesmerised. It only reminds me that this is her home, her true escape. Dancing is her passion.
I work on a swallow as she flips to her back, dipping her thumb into her mouth she sucks, slowly drawing it between her lips before she trails it between her breasts and over her stomach and then lower. My cock throbs in appreciation, making me feel like a fucking teen again as precum leaks into my boxers.
Her body lifts off the floor, her legs stretched wide until her sex is brushing the floor, and I swear she leaves a fucking wet mark.
