“Are you kidding? No way. You and I haven’t defined what we’re doing, so why would I let them do it for us? Have you told Dillon and Cameron?”
“No! I like having this amazing secret with you.”
“I like it, too.”
“Let’s get away for a few days. We can even just hide in your place for the weekend. No plans with friends, and we’ll send Angela away.”
“I’d like that. Just the two of us alone all weekend. Our own little staycation.”
“Can you manage that?”
“Believe it or not, I do it often just to recharge.”
“A weekend hiding away with my favorite girl would be great.”
My heart soars at the thought of being his favorite. “I should try to get some rest. They’re picking Vanessa and me up at six tomorrow morning.”
“All right. I understand. You’re going to do great tomorrow. Good luck, and if you need me, I’ll be there.”
“Thank you, Mason. I can’t tell you how much it means. Sleep well, because when we’re in hiding, we’re going to see if we can make your dick fall off.”
“I can’t wait.”
The morning shows go without issue. Each one asks about Frederic, and my response is always the same, “I wish him and Savannah nothing but happiness.” Thankfully, it pushes the paparazzi from me to them.
As we leave the last morning show, we drive back to the hotel for my press tour. When we arrive, Adam comes rushing out of the building to guide us through the hordes of press. I don’t understand why people think they should be able to crowd me.
After thirty-seven interviews, six on television and the other thirty-one to online and newspaper journalists, I’m beat and ready for a break. The press is camped outside of the hotel, and they’re not giving up. Hiding away sounds better and better.
I wrap up with Jeremy and his team, and Vanessa sends me home to San Francisco. I didn’t think I could sleep on the plane, but after I cover my eyes with a sleep mask, I crash. It isn’t until the flight attendant taps my arm to alert me that we’re landing that I wake up. It wasn’t a full night of sleep, but after six hours on the plane, I do feel more rested.
My car is waiting for me when I land, and I’m whisked home. My FaceTime rings, and it’s Mason. “You look beautiful,” he announces.
“Thank you. So do you.” His chest is bare and glistening, probably from a recent workout.
“I wish you would have let me pick you up at the airport.”
“It’s a waste of gas, and I’ll be there before you know it.”
“Are you alone?”
“Well, other than the driver and thirty friends stuffed with me in the back of this Suburban…yes, I’m alone.”
“Well, I thought you might want to see what’s waiting for you when you get home.”
He points the camera of his phone down, and his large glorious cock is there. My body unconsciously convulses. “It’s beautiful.” I can spot a small bead of precum leaking from the mushroom head. What I wouldn’t give to lean down and lick it up.
“I just wanted you to see how much I missed you while you were gone.”
I smile and unbutton my blouse, slipping my breast from my bra and play with the nipple. “I think I just came in my panties.”
“I want so bad to stroke myself.”
I point the camera at my breast. “I expect you to ravish me when I arrive.”
He moans.
“You know, we’ve not talked about this, but after Frederic went off with his porn star girlfriend, I got tested to make sure I was clean. I’m completely clean, and on birth control.”
“I’m clean, too. Are you good with going bareback?”
“Absolutely.”
“How close are you?”
“Maybe ten to fifteen minutes away.”
“I’ll be here. Come find me.”
He disconnects from the call. Seeing his hard cock and playing with my nipples made me ready to jump him. I can’t wait. I love that his sexual appetite is as large as mine.
When I’m let out at the front curb of my house, I quickly walk inside and drop my bag. I’m a little disappointed that he isn’t in the foyer waiting to greet me. Where could he be?
I peek in the bedroom, thinking Mason may be waiting for me there. Nothing. It's empty.
Curious, I continue down the hall. I see the glow of a fire dancing along the walls in the living room. It’s not surprising, as it’s a cool evening, and I know his recent illness makes him cold sometimes. Stepping into the room, I find him lying in front of a roaring fire on top of the soft faux fur rug. Wrapped in one of the large cozy blankets, he’s watching the flames in the fireplace. “Are you hiding?”
“Not at all. I just thought that since you’ve been gone a few days, I might entice you so you remember me.”
I smile and catch myself before I let out a soft moan thinking about his naked body strategically hidden. I pull my camisole over my head and palm my nipples. It’s cold this far back from the fire, and they’re aching. As I bite my lower lip, his eyes are glued to my ministrations. “Would you like some company in front of that fire?” I ask him breathlessly.
He nods and opens the blanket to show me his monstrous erection. I have on my skinny jeans that leave almost nothing to the imagination, but still I say, “I’m guessing you’d like to see me without these?”
“Please,” he says hoarsely.
Hooking my thumbs into the sides of my waistband, I turn around and lean over, exposing my ass. I slap it, and he moans. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
Turning back around, I slowly walk toward him like a lion stalking its prey.
I straddle his body with the blanket between us. My pussy is sopping wet, and I want him inside me. I missed him while I was away, and I want a soft kiss on my lips.
“Now, why don't you climb into this blanket with me so we can warm up together?” he says in a sultry voice.
I'm powerless to resist, the fight gone from me the second he lifts the blanket, inviting me to join him with a hint of his naked, chiseled body highlighted by the flames. Climbing off him, I slide in next to him.
Pressing himself tightly against my naked body, he wraps an arm around me, and I relish in the feeling of his fire-warmed skin against my own. His hands begin exploring my stomach before slowly gliding his fingers up my body. He lines his hips up beneath me, his cock hard and ready, sliding it up and down my slit. I can't help but let out a soft moan as his shaft caresses along my silky smooth skin.
His hand creeps ever higher, coming up to slip across my breasts. As he brushes along my nipples, I gasp.
“Did you get worked up playing with your nipples to tease me and drive me wild?”
“Yes,” I breathe as he pulls and pinches both nipples, making the heat between my legs grow hotter.
“I missed you while you were gone,” he murmurs.
I push myself against him, a flood of wetness growing between my legs. Leaning down, I place soft, passionate kisses along his beautiful bare shoulder. Working my way from his arm, along his collarbone, and slowly up his neck, my lips continue to explore his delicious skin. His head tilts up to make room for my mouth, getting higher up his neck. He snakes his hand away from my breasts, slipping between my cleavage to lightly place two fingers under my chin. With a gentle push, he turns my head to face him, meeting his fiery look and cocky grin. I dip my head to press my lips against his. What begins as a soft touch soon transforms into a deeper, lustful connection between us.
Our lips part, our tongues slipping through to dance around one another as my grip tightens on him, holding him close to me while our hands explore each other's bodies. I slip my arm under his neck, wrapping around him, while he tenderly massages my breast. At the same time, his other hand slides down, dipping his fingers into the wetness I know is growing between my legs.
I release a soft moan between us as his fingers creep across my skin and brush against my sensitive hard nub.
His fingers part my wet slit as they go, coating them with my juices. Slick and wet, they easily glide along, beginning to explore every part of my sensitive pussy, hovering around my entrance as they move up and down my swollen lips.
I want him inside me, but he keeps teasing me, swirling his other fingers around my hardened nipples, sweeping across them to give them a quick pinch every now and again. As I let out another moan, he takes advantage of my open mouth and sucks my bottom lip, biting it and then tugging on it with his teeth before letting it slip away.
Looking down at me with a devious smirk, he suddenly slips his fingers deep inside my wet pussy. My eyes widen as I gasp from the pleasurable shock rippling through me. I feel them begin to slowly work back and forth, a slight curve making them touch the most sensitive parts inside me. My gasp turns to a low moan, and he looks at me with fiery desire, pulling me back to his lips so he can taste me once more as his fingers rock in and out of my wet pussy before his mouth salves my breasts.
The pulses of ecstasy he’s creating make me want to lose control. I can't help it when my hips begin to gyrate against his hand, my body craving more of his touch. I reach down and take hold of his thick shaft, feeling him throb in my grip. “I need you inside me,” I breathlessly demand.
He pulls away from my tits long enough to nod at me, desire written in his expression. I guide his cock between my legs, spreading them slightly to let his girth slip inside my sopping wet center. The tip presses against me, and slowly I feel him push inside me. God, he’s so big. I arch my back to meet him, savoring the feeling of him finally filling me. His cock keeps going and going until I feel his balls press tight against me, his entire length deep inside me. I pulse against his thick cock, gripping him tightly, before he slowly slides his shaft out once more. Just before the head slips out, he pushes himself back in. Over and over, in and out, slowly letting me feel every inch as he goes.
I squirm against him, the ridge of the head of his cock hitting that spot inside me just right. I’m getting close, and I chase my orgasm like an addict must chase their next high. He smiles before moving faster and faster inside me as our lust grows. Then it hits me, and I let out a low growl against his skin.
Throwing the blanket aside, he pulls me on top of him. In an instant, his cock is back inside me as I lower myself down onto his shaft. I lean down to his lips, slipping my tongue into his mouth in a passionate kiss. He breaks away to gasp for air as I bounce faster and faster on his rigid shaft. His mouth finds my nipple, and he bites it. I shriek in ecstasy, and my pussy clamps down hard on his cock. A second wave hits me as we moan together, our primal roars overtaking the roar of the fireplace, its flames reflecting against our glistening bodies.
In perfect harmony, we let out a matched pair of moans as our orgasms explode out of us. My pussy tightens and gushes around his cock. His shaft throbs and pulses inside me, shooting thick warm ropes of cum deep into my pussy. He pumps against me and I thrust against him, loving the skin-on-skin contact. We come together in synced bliss, letting go of everything as we ride out our peak.
His legs and arms can no longer hold me up. Mine are no better. Together we collapse to the floor, me on top of him with his cock letting loose the last drops of cum into my already filled pussy. He kisses me over and over, across my back, my shoulders, my neck, until he turns his head and our lips meet, embracing each other in postcoital passion.
With our orgasms finally subsiding, he slips out of me, our juices leaking from my quivering center once he’s free. I slide in beside him, tugging the blanket back over our naked bodies before he wraps me back up in his arms. I kiss his bare skin over and over, tilting my head to meet his eyes and giving him a quick, playful kiss on the lips before I look at him with a coy smile. “I’m so glad to be home.”
Chapter eleven
Mason
I’m awake long before CeCe is. I love to watch her sleep. The little crease between her eyes is gone, and she’s so peaceful. I wish it was this way for her when she was awake. The aftermath from the animal testing accusation is hanging on despite her appearances on the morning shows. There are boycotts on PeopleMover and other social media sites. I watch how she pulls into herself and projects so much strength that she even fools herself. I wish I could just wipe it all away.
“Are you watching me again?” she asks sleepily.
“Guilty as charged. You’re so beautiful that I can’t help myself.”
“You’re too much.” She stretches, and her features become very catlike. Out peeks her nipple, and I bend down and capture it in my mouth.
“We’ll never make the meeting tonight at your parents’ if we don’t get moving.”
She moans her satisfaction as my fingers search for her center. “I’m not complaining,” she says breathlessly.
My fingers circle her hard nub and occasionally dip into her channel. I nibble on her ear.
She reaches for my hard dick, but I pull away from her. “This is all about you.”
“You’re spoiling me.”
Her breathing quickens, and I know she’s close. I pivot in and out while circling her nub with my thumb. I find that precious spot and rub it while sucking and biting her nipple. Her hips move and greet each wet pulse. I love how responsive she is.
When she finally comes, she smiles at me. “That’s my kind of wake-up call.” I lick her juices from my fingers and wink at her. “You go get in the shower, and I’ll start the coffee,” she tells me.
As I walk to the bathroom, I hear her say, “Damn, you look as good coming as you do going!”
I turn and look at her, and she’s fanning herself with her hand. I grin. “Boy, you sure do know what to say to make a man blush.”
“Margo, tell us about your cruise,” Sara asks her mother-in-law.
“We were on the Queen Mary 2. It was beautiful and quite the luxury to get away from our phones and emails for a few months.”
“We missed you guys,” Cameron shares.
“I see a lot happened,” Charles responds.
Margo, not to be deterred from sharing her vacation, continues, “We started in Vancouver and cruised through the outer islands of British Columbia up to Alaska. Then we went through the Aleutian Islands and down the Bering Sea into Southeast Asia, where we hit nine countries before we ended in New Zealand. It was positively breathtaking, and we had an amazing time.”
“Wow. What was your favorite?” Cynthia asks.
Margo looks over at her husband. “We don’t agree. I loved Japan and all the amazing temples, and I loved the culture.”
“I loved the beaches we saw in Indonesia,” Charles adds. “The entire cruise was a luxury. We had a wonderful stateroom and just enjoyed jumping from place to place. The restaurants were five-star, and the tours and activities on the ship and on land were first class. I highly recommend it when you have a few months to enjoy.”
“Sounds like fun,” Quinn says, looking at William.
“When Mason allows us to have three to six months off, I’ll be ready,” William responds, and the group laughs.
I look around the table. There are twenty-two people here—all of the partners and some of our senior staff, plus some of our outside advisors. This is a big meeting.
Margo serves an amazing feast of stuffed clams, rack of lamb, assorted veggies and salads, and homemade cheese ravioli in red sauce.
As Margo’s team works their way around the table and serves everyone, Dillon claps his hands together. “We are eating so good tonight.” He takes a big bite of a stuffed clam and moans his appreciation. “Don’t get me wrong, Emerson is amazing at ordering food with Liam taking up so much of her time, but I really missed these dinners.”
There is a chorus of “Me, too.”
Margo and Charles spend dinner regaling us with stories of their trip. When the bell rings, several people get up to help clear the table while I set up a projector. “Tonight we’re going to do something a little different. In the past, as partners, we seque
stered ourselves in Charles’s office to discuss SHN business. Well, since Parker, Constance, Jim, Cora, Marci, and Walker have joined us, I thought we’d open this meeting to everyone. Not everyone was a part of SHN as we started on this journey with our mole and hacker.”
I bring up the slides while everyone enjoys an after-dinner drink. “I’ve been working on this for a while.” Looking at Cora, I add, “This is nowhere near as impressive as your board, but I thought it might help to get some perspective on what’s happened, and maybe some fresh eyes will point us in a new direction.”
“Great idea. That’s part of why we use the board,” she encourages me.
The first slide comes up, and it’s a picture we took of the partners not long after we started. Dillon, Cameron, and I are in the back row, and Sara and Emerson are sitting in chairs in the front.
“Wow, do I look young in that picture. Amazing what working here and having a baby do to you,” Emerson exclaims.
“You look exactly the same. You haven’t aged at all,” CeCe admonishes her.
“We realized that someone was sabotaging SHN shortly after Emerson joined the company. We watched BingoBongo go to a competitor, and we lost Jamison Technologies, Page Software, and Accurate Software to Perkins Klein. At first, we thought we weren’t getting the job done, and then when we realized there was a mole, we thought it was either placed by Perkins Klein, or the mole was feeding them information.”
The next slide is Tom Sutherland and a PeopleMover logo.
“Our suspicions were confirmed when Tom Sutherland was looking for his last round of funding. He met with Emerson and me and presented us with all of our research and numbers. It was given to him by a competitor as an attempt to undercut us.”
“That’s right!” Cameron sits back hard in his chair, remembering the turmoil at the time. “Dillon was on his forced leave, and it was the four of us holding down the fort, and it was not pretty.”
I nod. “Through Emerson’s friendship with Quinn, who was working at Perkins Klein at the time, we learned that someone else was providing them with the information and they were acting on it.”
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