Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He lowered her to the ground, and she gasped as he eased out of her. She felt his cum as it began to leak from her pussy.
Mason took the panties from her and used them to wipe his seed away. He wrapped them up and pocketed them. She watched as he pulled out his cell phone and talked to someone. She figured it was his driver.
It wasn’t long before they were inside the back of his car. Mason pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her. She didn’t know what was happening to her, why her body shook a little, or what this feeling was. It consumed her.
Sex. That was what she and Mason were having. Hot, crazy, mindless sex. There was no meaning, and she refused to put a label or even a feeling to it.
He stroked her hair and she tried not to think about how good that felt, or wonder what he was thinking or feeling. Had he done this with a lot of women?
Stop it, Holly. This is sex. This is not a love match. It’s just two people enjoying each other, so do not read anything more into it.
Chapter Eight
Mason couldn’t believe what was happening. He had a woman in his penthouse suite and rather than just fucking her, he was sitting in his living room with said woman curled up against him. He’d never done anything like this.
Holly let out another little yawn.
“It sounds to me like someone needs bed,” he said.
She chuckled. “You’ve got that right. I’m up way past my bedtime. I can stay a little more.”
“Stay?”
“You know, with you, unless you want me to leave?”
“No, I don’t want you to leave.” It was still Friday night. They hadn’t stayed long at his nightclub. Long enough to enjoy a couple of dances and then take it outside to fuck against his club wall. After that, he got his driver to bring them to his apartment, where he’d made love to her throughout his apartment. Checking the time, he saw it was close to three. “Do you have to work in the morning?” he asked.
She made some kind of noise of agreement.
“Then I think it’s time for you to go to sleep.”
In response, he got a light snore.
Holly had fallen asleep resting up against him. Slowly, he eased out, allowing her to lie down, but he couldn’t exactly leave her on the sofa. He didn’t invite her back, just to pass out in his living room.
He eased his hands beneath her knees and slid a hand behind her back, and then picked her up. She wasn’t light at all, but he didn’t give a shit about that. Holding her in his arms, he carried her through to his bedroom. The sheets were already pulled down from where they’d been fucking an hour earlier.
Neither of them at the time could sleep and so they both opted to watch a little television. He didn’t have one in his room, so they’d gone to his main sitting room.
He placed her on the bed, gently. She gave another little sound, one he couldn’t quite understand, but then she rolled over, curled up, and there was the cutest, softest snore he’d ever heard. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to her temple.
Mason left the bedroom, going back through his apartment, and he went first to the sitting room, picking up their cups and taking them to the kitchen. Once he was inside the kitchen, though, he got that weird feeling once again. The one that was close to panic. He gripped the edge of the sink and took a deep breath. In all of his forty-five years, he had never loved anything. Never had this overwhelming feeling, which he felt was similar to fear swirling in his gut.
One week. That was how long he’d known about Holly Allan. The mystery woman who came into his bar, danced like a fucking siren, and completely obliterated all sense of his boredom. One week. That was it. But, he knew without a single shred of doubt, he loved her.
It was fucking crazy. One week wasn’t enough to do anything. It wasn’t long enough to know someone. Nor to have this feeling where you were afraid of them realizing what kind of evil bastard you were, and to leave you.
He ran a hand down his face, and felt that same panic building once again. No, it couldn’t be possible. He wasn’t the kind of man to fall in love.
Mason was known to be an evil bastard. No one wanted to get on his bad side. They certainly never want him to focus on them for too long as if he did, it all went fucking sour for them.
Holly was different. His world hadn’t touched her. She didn’t know who he was. She had no idea what he was capable of. There was no judgment in her eyes when she looked at him.