Mason: I also love it when you ride me and I can finger your clit. Did you know your pussy clenches around my cock when I do that?
I lock myself in a stall, recalling exactly what he’s describing in vivid detail.
Me: I did know it does that, but that’s because you know my magic button.
Me: Would you consider yourself an ass or tits man?
I wait patiently as he responds.
Mason: With you, I could play for hours with both.
Mason: Do you like giving head? You’re very good at it.
Me: I love it. Do you like going down on me? You’re incredibly talented.
Mason: I love going down on you and would even if you didn’t reciprocate.
Me: I need to get back to dinner with Vanessa, Angus, and the group. I’ll text you when I leave. Just imagine me taking you deep in my mouth and massaging your balls.
Mason: You’re going to kill me, woman.
Me: Well, at least you’ll die with a smile on your face.
Mason: I want to know all your fantasies tonight.
I make my way back to the table just as they’re serving our dinners.
Hatch cuts into his stuffed lobster and I enjoy my mahi-mahi as we make polite conversation. Evelyn and Kantor join the conversation, and we have a great time.
As the evening winds down and we prepare to leave, Hatch turns to me and says, “Vanessa tells me you have somebody at home.”
“I do.”
“Is it exclusive?”
Wow, he’s aggressive.
“It is.”
“I’m not surprised. You’re beautiful, smart, and positively amazing.”
I turn to Vanessa. “Are you paying him to say this?”
She starts to answer, but Hatch is quick to say, “Not at all. I just can’t help but be disappointed that I didn’t meet you first.”
“You’re incredibly sweet.” I kiss him on the cheek.
Evelyn and Kantor tell us they’re heading out for drinks. “Have fun.” I send them off with a wave.
I get into the back of the car between my guards and immediately go back to my cell phone. It’s been almost an hour, and I’ve been thinking about what I want to know.
Me: Lingerie or nude?
Mason: You have a perfect body. Don’t hide it.
Me: Toys—good or bad?
Mason: Good and sometimes sinful. I want to know a fantasy of yours.
Me: Candles, maybe a little bit of spanking and hair pulling.
I hold my breath. I don’t know if that was too much for him. He’s a sweet guy, and if that isn’t something that turns him on, I don’t care. He’s much more important than any silly fantasy.
My phone vibrates, and I look at his response. It’s a picture of his hard dick.
I really wish he was here with me.
Me: I think I just came in my panties.
Mason: Show me.
Me: I’m not back at the hotel yet.
Mason: Did you pack any toys?
Me: There is a good possibility I did.
Mason: When you get back to your room, I want to FaceTime with you naked and your toy.
Me: We’re just pulling up now. You’d better be naked yourself.
Chapter twenty-two
Mason
I’m completely spent. Having sex over FaceTime wasn’t as great as being there with her, but it was a close second. CeCe is amazing in so many ways, and we need to get this crap behind us as soon as possible. I want to look at engagement rings, but I always have a trail of photographers everywhere I go, so that would let my secret out. I need to talk to her dad beforehand, at the very least.
I hate being so far away from her. I want to feel her warm body next to mine. All day I kept thinking of her. It’s nine thirty now. It’s still a bit early, but I’m determined.
I pick up my phone. “Jim, this is Mason. I’m going to fly into New York tonight.”
“No problem. Off to see CeCe?”
“I can’t stand her being so far away.”
“I understand. Jack Reece and Will Hamilton are with her, along with my New York team. I can have Patrice Newman join you.”
“Thanks. I’ll leave tomorrow morning at about six from CeCe’s place heading to the airport. I know she has an event tomorrow at Barney’s, but maybe I can surprise her tomorrow for dinner.”
“I’ll alert the team.”
“Thanks, Jim.”
I disconnect the call, feeling like I’m fifteen again with a constant hard-on and a complete fascination with everything she does. I alert the crew that I’ll be looking to leave in the morning and then send a text to my friend Will Guidara in New York who owns a restaurant.
Me: I know you’re a tough reservation to get last minute, but any chance I can get a table for my girlfriend and me tomorrow night?
Will: For you and Caroline? Of course!
Me: What time can you fit us in?
Will: The second seating at nine?
Me: We’ll see you then. Thank you!
I smile, knowing I have reservations at Eleven Madison Place, one of the hottest restaurants in the world. I can’t wait to spoil CeCe.
I send messages out to the team letting them know I’ll be working remotely for the next few days but will be reachable by phone and email, and I go to bed excited. My plans are coming together perfectly.
Patrice and I land at JFK just after four. As I settle into the helicopter that will fly us over the ugly traffic driving into Manhattan below, I text CeCe. What are your plans tonight?
CeCe: I’m exhausted. I’m almost back at my hotel, and my plan is to take a bath and relax. Maybe spend some time with you on FaceTime.
My heart beats faster. No one but Jim’s team knows I’m in town. I thought about alerting Evelyn, but everything was moving too fast.
Me: Sounds great. I was thinking the same thing.
The flight is less than fifteen minutes from the airport to Manhattan’s heliport, and I quickly find myself in the back of a Suburban as Jim’s team shuttles us over to the Four Seasons.
Chapter twenty-three
Mason
Walking into the lobby of the Four Seasons with my team around me, I spot Evelyn sitting off to the side in a chair talking intently with a man. I can’t make out who he is. His hair is a chocolate brown, and I can’t tell if I know him.
As I look at them, I can tell they aren’t a romantic couple. There are no smiles, no intimate gestures or any signs of laughter. Rather their heads are close together, and the conversation is rapid-fire back and forth. Evelyn is so involved with the conversation that she doesn’t see me walk by less than ten feet away. If I thought I knew the man, I’d interrupt, but I don’t recognize him from behind, so I keep moving toward the elevator. I’d rather spend my time with CeCe anyway.
The elevator arrives, and I’m greeted by Jack Reece. “Hello, sir.”
“She doesn’t know I’m here, does she?”
“We haven’t told her, sir.”
“Thank you. I want this to be a surprise.”
“She told us she was in for the night.”
“I may try to talk her into going out to dinner later.”
“Just let us know.”
The elevator opens at her suite, and I enter the living room. The view of the sun setting with Central Park in view is beautiful. “Hello?”
CeCe walks out in a black silk robe wrapped tightly around her waist. “Mason?”
I drop my bag and walk toward her. “Surprise.”
She comes running into my arms and holds me so tight I can’t breathe. My hand curls around the back of her neck, and I ravage her lips with all the pent-up energy of a man starved. My teeth scrape her lips while my tongue takes control of her mouth, dragging her in deeper.
We eventually break our kiss, but we don’t let go of one another. “How did you get here? When did you arrive?” she asks.
“I just got here. After our conversation last night, I decided I hate
being away from you. Don’t get me wrong, last night’s conversation was a close second, but not close enough to being with you.” I lean down and kiss her softly on the top of her head.
“I can’t believe you’re here. Last night was pretty amazing, but I much prefer you here.”
“How did today go?”
She turns professional, stepping back and withdrawing a bit. “It went well. We sold out of just about everything, which happens when you offer to autograph a piece of cosmetics. Barney’s was excited about the event because store sales were up.”
“Good. That should secure your spot with them, at least for the time being.”
“We’ve already told Becca to identify our top ten locations so I can do this again. Then we’ll identify the next ten. We’ll keep doing this until I can’t stand it, but at least it fortifies my brand for a while.”
“Any conversations about animal testing?”
“No, thank goodness. Most people were just excited to tell me how happy they are about you.”
“Me?”
She smiles. “Yes, you’re quite popular. They love to tell me how glad they are that Frederic’s out of the picture. They also ask about Trey and what’s going on with Sara and when they’re going to have a baby.”
There’s no way they know much about me, so I can’t imagine it was anything more than my name—and it’s probably not even spelled right. “Well, at least they’re not asking you if you’re having a baby.”
“No, not yet, but they’re excited about us.”
I reach out and trace her nipple, which is standing out beneath the thin silk. “What were you doing when I came in?”
“I was just drawing a bath. Care to join me?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
She reaches for my hand, and I follow her into the bathroom like a dog in heat. My cock is already standing at attention. I can’t wait to enjoy that sweet body of hers and hear the sounds she makes. CeCe’s everything to me, and my heart beats ten times faster when I’m with her. I see the world in color now, when before I only saw it in black-and-white. She’s quickly becoming my everything.
She stands in front of me, watching me in the mirror as she unties her robe and slowly slips it off her shoulders. I unbutton my shirt and drop it to the floor. I can see her slit glistening, and her nipples are perfect and begging to be touched. I can’t help but reach for them and suck while she moans her appreciation.
I kneel on the hard tile floor and ignore the nonforgiving surface so I can worship the goddess in front of me. I open her legs and dip my tongue deep within her to taste her sweet honey.
“That feels so good,” she moans.
I lift her leg over my shoulder, licking, nibbling, and sucking as my fingers explore. She’s trembling and trying not to moan as I kiss around her, teasing and watching her get wetter and wetter. Squirming, she reaches down and pulls her lips wide, exposing herself to me. I take the hint and press my mouth against her slick slit in a deep kiss. She sighs loudly and shudders around me. My tongue snakes in and out, massaging her clit and thick, slippery slit before pushing inside.
“God, Mason….” She sighs in utter bliss, her legs writhing around me as I sit between them. “You know you’ve ruined me for all other men.”
My response is to slip a finger inside her and stroke her sweet spot while my tongue slithers around her clit, making her shudder and squirm even more. My finger pivots in and out slowly, and I feel her squeeze me. She plays with her breasts, squeezing them and massaging them in circles.
“Okay,” she breathes, her voice thick with desire. “Okay, we need to switch or I'm going to come. Please give me your dick.”
I pull my mouth from her pussy and turn her to face the mirror, running my hand up and down her wetness. I finish undressing and let my pants slide to the floor, exposing my hard cock.
“I want to taste you,” CeCe moans.
I shake my head. “This isn’t about me; this is about you. I want you to watch yourself come undone—to see the ecstasy in your face when you reach your pinnacle.”
I spread her legs wide and push into her from behind. She’s tight and struggles to take all of me.
“Relax, baby.” Reaching around her, I circle her clit. She holds on to the countertop, her head moving from side to side as I slowly pivot in and out, each time going a tiny bit deeper. “That’s it, baby. I want you to enjoy the ride.”
“Fuck me, Mason,” she moans.
“I always do as I’m told.” Gripping her hips, I use them as leverage as I move in and out. The wet slapping sounds of our bodies crashing into one another over and over echo throughout the bathroom. I grab her hair and pull back just enough so that her erect nipples rub against the cool marble. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she moans.
I’ve never hit a woman in anger, but knowing CeCe likes to be spanked while being fucked is a complete turn-on. I slap her perfect ass and a nice pink spot appears as her pussy grips my cock like it’s in a vise. Holy shit.
“Harder,” she begs.
I fuck her faster and spank her ass again. Her pussy clamps around me so tight that I think she’s cut the circulation off.
Pivoting in and out, I announce, “I’m going to come.”
“Fill me.”
I work her clit hard, moving in fast, tight circles. When I can’t take it anymore, my cock erupts deep inside her, and I feel her pussy tighten one more time, pulsing as she moans her own satisfaction.
“Did you see yourself come?” I ask once my breathing calms down.
“I did. What a rush.”
We’re both spent. “Do you think the bathwater is still warm?
She nods and steps in. I see the pink marks on her ass as she moves, and my flaccid dick begins to harden once again.
I sit on the shower bench facing her. With the soap, I massage her feet, working out what little tension is left in her body.
“Caroline?”
“CeCe,” she corrects me.
I nod. “CeCe. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you. With everything going on at SHN, the poisoning, and everything else, I would’ve been lost without you.”
“I feel the same way.”
“I love you, and my world is nothing without you.”
“I love you, too, Mason.”
“I know this is fast, and we’ve got a lot of things to get settled, but I want you to start thinking about the two of us spending our lives together.”
“I’d like nothing better.”
My heart beats faster with my excitement. Could our timing finally be right? I don’t want a fling with her—I want her, period. “I’m not proposing—yet—but I know that I’ve never wanted anyone else like I have you.”
She leans forward. “I feel the same way. We don’t have to do anything quickly. We just need to be together.”
I don’t want her to think I’m going to do this halfway. I want to give her everything. “I have to ask your father, and I need to make sure your brother isn’t going to cut my balls off before I officially ask. I know you’re worried that with the crazy press, I may change my mind, but I’m telling you this now so you know—I’m not going anywhere.”
She turns a shade of pink. “Thank you.”
“Tonight I have a reservation for dinner at Eleven Madison Park.”
Her eyes widen, and a smile takes over her face. “You were able to get a reservation there?”
“Will and I go way back, and he was very generous to open a table for us last minute.”
“I didn’t think those existed for anybody.”
“We can go another night if you’d prefer to continue doing what we’ve started and just order in room service. Our reservation is at nine, so if you prefer to stay in, I should call and cancel.”
“As much as I would love to have four or five rounds of what we just did, I think we can manage both.”
“I don’t want to fool you, I think my record is with you,
and that’s four times in twenty-four-hours, so maybe a break will help me make it five.” She giggles, and I love the sound. “You’re so beautiful.”
“I love it when you say that to me, because I know you believe it.”
“I really do.”
As CeCe finishes getting ready, I walk into the living room for a pre-dinner drink. To my body clock, it isn’t late, but I don’t want to hover while she gets ready. Men really do have it easy. Take a shower, throw on clothes, and comb your hair. If your hair is being difficult, add gel. Women have it much harder. I can get ready faster than CeCe can dry her hair, let alone style it or put makeup on or get dressed.
Evelyn is sitting on the couch, flipping through channels on the television.
“Hi,” I greet her.
“Hey.” She looks at me shocked. “What brings you to New York?”
I jerk my thumb toward the door to CeCe’s room. “The gorgeous lady in there.”
“Wow, I’ve never had anybody cross the continent to spend time with me.”
“I have no doubt that one day you will.” I pour myself a finger of scotch and offer one to her, but she shakes her head.
“I have plans at eleven tonight. The late seating at some restaurant on the east side.”
Caroline comes out, attaching an earring to her ear. “With Kantor? He seemed into you.”
“He was a lot of fun last night. He was able to get a dinner reservation, so I’ll meet him there.”
“Have fun. We’re off to dinner at Eleven Madison Park.”
Evelyn’s eyes widen. “Wow. I remember you saying last time you couldn’t get a reservation at that restaurant.”
“I didn’t. Mason knows the owner of the restaurant group.”
“Hopefully it’s everything they say it is. Enjoy your dinner tonight,” I say to Evelyn as I usher CeCe to the elevator down to the car.
Patrice Newman joins us and says, “There’s a small gaggle of reporters outside. We’re taking you directly to the garage.”
“Do they know where we’re going?”
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