Fascination: (Billionaire Venture Capitalist #9): A Friends to Lovers Romance

by Ainsley St Claire

  The first course arrives: butter lettuce with pears, blue cheese crumbles, candied pecans, and a blue cheese dressing.

  She looks at me, confused and happy. “What did you order?”

  “They’ve made all your favorites, and we have a surprise dessert, so make sure to leave some room.”

  “Mason, this is too much.”

  “It’s only the start.”

  We enjoy our salads, butternut squash soup, and the rack of lamb with scalloped potatoes while we fall into an easy conversation comparing our espionage examples.

  When the soufflé arrives along with a glass of twenty-five-year tawny port, she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. I know it was supposed to be a friendly kiss, but I wrap my arms around her and don’t let go, kissing her back with great passion. She’s hesitant at first, but she eventually gives in and allows my tongue entry, and that’s it. I’m a goner. Her kisses fill me with desire, and my cock stands on end.

  When we break, she sits back. I can see her working through all the possible outcomes, and based on her expression, none of them are good.

  Before she can get too far, I’m determined to lay it all out. “Look, I’m not sorry for having kissed you. I’ve wanted you since we met years ago.”

  Her eyes widen. “Mason, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

  “I was going to. We were supposed to play golf together, and I had it all planned, and then you sent your brother in your place.”

  “What?” Her hand goes to her mouth. “Are you kidding? I sent Trey to play golf with you because he needed to get out of his funk after Sara discovered her birth parents were still together and were married with four kids. Why didn’t you say anything?”

  “I figured you didn’t want to spend time with me.”

  “Mason, I’ve wanted you since I met you, too. I don’t know what it is, but you do something to me, and I compare every man I’ve dated to you. And we’ve never even dated! But why did you move in with Annabelle if you had any feelings for me?”

  “As I saw it, you’d cast me away, and she was really into me. It really helped to mend my broken heart. But I also moved her in with me to keep an eye on her. I still think she may be involved with the mole issue, particularly now that she’s disappeared.”

  She drinks her port, and I see conflict in her eyes, but I’m not going to allow her to push me away. I lean in and kiss her softly this time, and she immediately returns the kiss. “Nothing has ever felt so right, please don’t over think this,” I beg.

  I hand the waiter my Black American Express card and quickly pay. I want to show her just how thankful I am.

  We enter the elevators, and the doors close behind us. The enclosed space has electricity sparking between us, visible to the naked eye. I push her against the wall and show her how I really feel about her. My hands are in her hair, and her body is pressed against mine, her lips all over my mouth and neck. I’m sure she can feel how hard I am as I grind against her.

  She gasps for breath and pushes me back. “What if this is a mistake?”

  The doors open again, CeCe stepping away as a couple walks in. We never pushed a button, so the elevator never moved. They look at us curiously but don’t say anything as they push the button for the ground floor. CeCe is flushed; I can tell she’s as turned on as I am. There is nothing innocent about the way we look, and we’re fooling no one.

  The elevator stops and the door opens. Now is her chance if she wants to put a stop to this. She grasps my hand and squeezes it. My heart beats triple time and tells me she feels the same way I do.

  When we get in our waiting car, I turn to her. “CeCe, we’ve had terrible timing, but the stars have finally aligned. I’ve had deep feelings for you for many years. Please, let’s not overanalyze this. I don’t think this is a mistake, but if you think it might be, let’s talk about it. I’ll do everything in my power to convince you otherwise.” I lean in and slowly kiss her. It’s like fireworks are going off inside me. My hand wanders to her breast, and I can feel her nipple through the fabric. She moans in my ear, and I’m a goner.

  When we arrive at her home, we immediately walk in. Angela was in on my secret, and she left a bottle of white wine in a bucket of ice and two glasses. Pouring us both a glass, I gulp down a mouthful for courage, even though it’s very cold. I refill my glass and put on some music. It's a cliché when Al Green’s “Let’s Stay Together” comes over the speakers, and it makes her laugh and relax a little.

  I extend my hand. “Will you dance with me?”

  She nods, and we dance slowly in her living room as I sing in her ear. My dick is hard, and I know she knows it, but I’ve pushed as hard as I can tonight. If she doesn’t want me, then I need to move on. If she does, she can tell me.

  We dance to two more songs. “I love being in your arms, I feel safe and secure.” She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me softly.

  I see this as a green light, but to be sure, I ask, “Are you okay with this?”

  “I’ve never been so sure of anything. I promise, I’m not overthinking this.”

  My heart soars, and I know if I don’t think of something else, I’ll explode in my pants and ruin our night. I’ve wanted this for so long, I almost want to pinch myself to make sure this is a reality.

  Our dancing slows, and I smell the Chanel No. 5 on her neck. I nuzzle and begin to slowly kiss up the side. Her breathing quickens and she moans softly encouraging me. Quickly we’re making out like teenagers. I love the way her kisses begin tentatively and grow more urgent. Two more songs play and we’re continuing to kiss. Nothing but our arms enclosing us and our bodies pressed against each other. I don’t want to push her too fast. I’ve waited for this for years and if she needs to take her time, I will figure out how to do this. Her hands begin to explore and I’m ready to follow her wherever she takes me.

  Taking me by the hand, she leads me up to her bedroom.

  “I hope you don’t think ill of me for moving fast,” she says with a grin, “but we’ve danced around this for so long, I can’t wait any longer.”

  “We’re moving at the pace you need to feel comfortable.” She moans as I kiss slowly down her neck, and it encourages me. She loosens my tie and unbuttons my shirt, running her hands over my bare chest. Her hands are warm, her breathing more ragged than before. She looks at me for permission to continue, and I grin.

  “Then I think I’m ready to speed us up,” she moans as she rubs her hand over my cock beneath my pants.

  She turns around and grinds her hips into me and tips her head to the side, and I can’t help but see it as an invitation. I kiss and nuzzle her neck as I slowly unzip her top. I don’t notice she’s unzipped her pants until they fall to our feet. My hands explore her taut stomach, and I can’t help but press my desire into her backside.

  She pushes me gently back onto the bed as she slips her top off and stands before me in a stunning black lace thong and bra set. “You are so beautiful,” I rasp.

  Her breasts are full and nipples hard. She has soft curves and smooth skin. I can’t wait to smell, taste, and enjoy every inch of her.

  I’ve lost my jacket, my shirt is unbuttoned, and my belt is undone, but I’m feeling terribly overdressed. I reach for her breast inside the fine silk and grasp it, taking a nipple into my mouth and circling it gently with my tongue. As she gasps, I suck harder on it, nipping slightly with my teeth.

  Suddenly impatient, I want to climb on top of her and take it all. I push her down onto the bed and stand to hastily remove my clothes. When I’m naked before her, she says, “You’re beautiful, too.”

  I work out, but to know that CeCe thinks I’m beautiful only excites me further.

  She stands and runs her hands up and down my body. When she rolls my balls in her palm, I can’t help but moan my pleasure. She lays me on my back and straddles me, rubbing herself against my body, needing to make contact. Her eyes are daring me to go further. I roll her over and position myself between her legs she
pulls my face toward her hips. Her smell is divine, but I also want to see and taste. I shift her sopping panties to one side, my tongue makes contact with her wetness, and together we both groan in delight.

  One hand holds me as she runs her other fingers through my hair. There is nothing shy or hesitant about this, and I eat her pussy with the enthusiasm of a starving man. It is heaven, and she moves restlessly as my tongue expertly dips in and out of her, sucking at her clit and pushing her closer to the edge. I can hear her heavy breathing, but she won’t let herself go so she can come. I don’t want her to feel any pressure, so I carefully remove her bra and admire her perfect soft pink nipples, slathering each with my tongue and playing with them until they’re both hard as a pencil eraser. I hook my fingers into her thong and pull it from her. I’m ready to return to eating her pussy when she pushes me on my back. My cock stands at attention at the sudden turn of events.

  She scrambles upright to get my cock in her mouth, greedily running her tongue along the shaft before taking as much as she can into her mouth. She licks and sucks, and I can tell she enjoys it as much as I do. As she bobs up and down on my hard shaft, I start moving my hips, fucking her mouth. I’m getting close. I grab her hair and hold her still so I can control the rhythm as I use her mouth for my pleasure. It’s heaven, and I know I’m leaking precum.

  Groaning in frustration, I have to pull away.

  She wipes her bottom lip. “You taste divine.”

  “If you don't stop, I’m going to fill your mouth with my cum and watch you swallow every mouthful. But that's not enough. I want to fuck you so hard that you scream so loud the neighbors hear.”

  She reaches for the condom I’ve put aside and skillfully places it on my cock.

  Once I’m sheathed, I move over her and look down into her eyes for a moment, watching her face. I nudge the tip of my cock against her, and she raises her hips slightly, searching for me.

  “Wait,” I growl, and with one hand, I hold her hands together above her head. “There’s no going back after this.”

  I look over her perfect body. I need to imprint this permanently on my memory in case she tells me we’re done. Her nipples are hard and a deeper pink now, as though they’re blushing. Her skin is flushed, and there’s moisture at the top of my thighs. There’s a slight glisten at her slit, and it takes all my willpower to not lean down and lick it away. She’s ready, but I won’t move until she asks.

  “Please,” she begs.

  That’s exactly what I’ve been waiting to hear. I can’t help but smile and thrust forward. There is no gentleness as I enter her, and her tight pussy feels stretched to the limit.

  She cries out and moves her hips upward to accommodate all of me. “I’ve never felt so full. Holy cow, you’re huge, and it is heaven.”

  I begin to move slowly at first, and it is exquisite torture as she grips me tightly and I fill her so completely. But the passion is taking control, and my movements become faster as I pound into her, driving her into the bed. She’s matching my movements, her face telling me she’s loving the rawness of it all, craving more and taking everything I have.

  There is almost nothing now but pure carnal desire, and my breathing is broken. When she begins playing with her nipples, I know she’s close. I can hear and feel that she’s wet and hotter than ever. Her orgasm is building as I grind into her, and she urges me on. “Let it all go. Come for me. Take it all out on me.” She’s gasping for breath, and I’m getting closer and closer. She begins to moan, and her pussy grabs me like it’s a vise, the pulsating waves of her orgasm soaking me, which sends me over the edge as she explodes with a scream of overwhelming release.

  A primal cry erupts deep inside me as my own orgasm starts to build. I can no longer stop myself and thrust into her again and again as spurts of hot cum fill the condom. It seems like it will never stop. She’s still rocking with the aftershocks from her own orgasm, and the rise and fall of her body accepts everything I’m giving her.

  We lie there together until I soften inside her, then roll off her. I don’t want to crush her. “That was even better than I ever hoped it would be,” I tell her earnestly.

  “Me, too. I’ll tell you a secret: I’ve never been able to orgasm with a man before.”

  I stop and look at her. “Really?”

  “I’ve gotten close, like I did when you were eating me out, but never able to tip over the precipice. That was fucking amazing what you did. Holy shit, you have twenty minutes, and then we’re going to go again.”

  I smile. I’m in pure heaven. “Your wish is my command.”

  We go two more times, and then I’m completely spent. I’ve never been able to accomplish three times in one night.

  We fall asleep with her in my arms. I know I want this forever. I don’t want to scare her by moving too fast, so I’ve got to figure out how to play it cool. I’ve never been cool in my life, so this is going to be a real test.

  We wake to my cell phone ringing. “Hullo?” I answer groggily.

  “Masey, it’s Mommy.”

  I shoot straight up as if I’m sixteen and just got caught with my girlfriend in my bed. “Hi, Mom. You’re calling early.”

  “Or maybe it’s late.” She giggles. Oh goodness, I know what this means. She’s gotten engaged again. My mom is amazing at getting engaged. She’s been married four times and engaged at least twice that. I don’t even want to think about how she does it.

  “What’s going on?”

  “I thought maybe you and Caroline might want to join Michael and me for breakfast.”

  Caroline is sitting up now. She must have heard. I see some conflict on her face. “Mom, let me see what’s going on here. Can I call you back?”

  “Of course, honey.” I can hear the disappointment in her voice.

  “I’ll check with CeCe and call you back.”

  “Okay. I’m on my cell.”

  I disconnect the call. “I’m sorry about that.”

  She pulls the covers up tight around her. I lean in. “You never need to cover up with me.”

  She blushes.

  “CeCe, don’t start overthinking this. Last night was amazing. Don’t freak out.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m more than sure.” I lean in and kiss her, my cock standing at attention. I take her hand and put it on my cock. “See?”

  She smiles, and her eyes become hooded. I know she wants more just as much as I do. She strokes me, and I pull the sheet down to her waist and play with her nipples. “Are you still overthinking this?”

  She shakes her head.

  “You’re absolutely beautiful.”

  Enjoying the afterglow of our fourth round in twenty-four hours, I finally remember why my mother called. “We’ve been asked to meet my mother’s boyfriend for breakfast or brunch. Any interest?”

  She shrugs. “Sure, why not?”

  “I should warn you, she’s giddy, which tells me she’s engaged again.”

  CeCe stands and walks away from me. She looks stunning coming and going. I’m so excited that we’ve turned this corner, but I’m kicking myself that I didn’t just ask her out when she gave her golf spot to her brother. Man, five years of wasted time.

  I’m not going to waste any more.

  We walk into the Fairmont and head to the Laurel Court Restaurant. I see my mother before she sees me. She’s hanging on every word her newest fling says to her. I’ve spoken to Hadlee, and she tells me that he’s a respected urologist here in San Francisco and has been widowed for a few years. I’m cautiously optimistic.

  The restaurant dining room is large and bustling with people. A few patrons recognize CeCe, but she pretends she doesn’t notice.

  When we reach the table, my mother remains seated, but Dr. Frieman stands. “Hello, Mason.” With a slight bow, he turns to CeCe. “It’s so nice to meet you, Caroline.”

  “It’s wonderful to meet you, too,” CeCe says, which is always very telling. If he were someone she wanted to h
ave a more personal relationship with, she’d ask him to call her CeCe. Because she isn’t sure, she remains Caroline.

  “Please sit down.” He motions to the chairs at the table.

  As we take our seats, CeCe reaches for my hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Nothing gets past my mother, of course, and she beams at the sight. “I’m so glad we’re all finally meeting.”

  “How did you both meet?” I ask.

  “I had a meeting here at the hotel and stopped for a drink afterward,” Dr. Frieman begins. “Your mother was at the bar, flirting with the bartender, and I was immediately smitten.”

  My mother giggles. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her giggle. I look at her, and she sits up straighter in her chair as if she’s a little girl who’s been reprimanded.

  “I wasn’t flirting for anything more than a free drink,” she says defiantly.

  “We girls need to use everything we’ve got sometimes,” CeCe agrees.

  “Exactly! I knew you’d understand.”

  “What kind of meeting brought you to a hotel in the city you live in?” I press.

  “I’m an angel investor in a pharmaceutical company. They’re working on a—” He leans in closer. “—penile enlarger.” He shrugs. “I’m a urologist, and it’s something men talk a lot to me about. It’s an interesting concept, and if it were to work, it would be very important in my practice.”

  I suppress my own snicker. “I see. Did my mother tell you I work in the venture capital world?”

  “She did. But only yesterday. I’d already pro—” He looks at my mother panicked.

  “He’d already proposed to me when I told him who you were and who your girlfriend was.”

  I want to correct her version of our relationship, but it doesn’t seem to faze CeCe. “How did they approach you?” I ask instead. I’m worried they’ll take him for a ride.

  “It was through a friend who was looking to invest, and he asked me to vet the medicine behind it. It needed some tweaks, but if it works, it’ll be huge. If it doesn’t, I didn’t invest all my savings and I’ll be fine.”