by Amy Brent
“Of course you did,” she said, sighing.
“It’s amazing what little gestures like that will get you,” I said, grinning.
“Fuck off,” she said.
“The headache that bad?”
“Could you stop fucking yelling, please?”
I watched as she tossed the sandwich onto the coffee table. She walked over to the corner and popped open the top of a medicine bottle, and I watched her swallow some pills with her coffee. She sighed with relief, taking another giant gulp of the warm substance as I watched her shoulders visibly relax.
“You know what would help with that restricted blood flow—”
“You’re not giving me an orgasm in my fucking dressing room,” she said.
“Actually, I was going to suggest some pressure points you could press,” I said, smirking.
“I hate you,” she said.
“Not a chance. Could we please sit down and talk?”
“Only if you whisper.”
I saw her sit down in the lone chair, trying to put distance between us. I sat on the couch and crossed my leg over my knee, simply studying her as she tried to nurse the migraine that seemed to be getting worse.
“I’m glad I caught you on your lunch break. Means we’ve got a while.”
“You’ve got until I kick you out,” she said.
“Fair enough. Look, this barrier you’ve thrown up between us. I don’t understand it.”
“You mean the no you keep ignoring every time it flies from my lips?”
“Oh, but you jumped onto my lap last night,” I said.
That statement rendered her silent.
“We have something here. I’m not looking to pull you into another relationship. I’m just looking to get to know you better. Have a bit of fun while we’re around one another. I’m not trying to flaunt anything in front of the cameras for my benefit or anything like that.”
“Then what is it that you want?” she asked. “Because you’re Mason Baker. You don’t ever do anything unless there’s something in it for you.”
“Besides your presence and your body?” I asked.
“I’m serious,” she said, sighing.
“I want to know why I can’t shake you,” I said.
“What?”
“I can’t shake you. I admit I’m a playboy. And fucking proud of it. Women throw themselves at my feet, and I reward them for their loyalty.”
“Fucking hell, do you hear yourself?” she asked.
“But I can’t shake you. I couldn’t after the first date, I couldn’t after the second, and I couldn’t after that lunch. I certainly couldn’t after last night, so here I am. I want to get to know you so I can figure out why I can’t shake you. Why I can’t stop thinking about you. Why I smell you everywhere I go?”
I looked over at her and the look on her face was nothing short of bewilderment. I knew I sounded like an absolute idiot, but I had no more tricks up my sleeve. Nothing but the truth I was trying to uncover. I figured if telling her the truth didn’t get me anywhere, then I’d have no choice.
No choice but to leave.
But before she could answer, there was a rushing knock that resounded at the door.
“Sarah, we have an issue. If Angie came in and prepped you, would you be ready to interview in thirty minutes?” Mac asked.
“Are you serious?” she said, groaning. “Yes. Send Angie in. I’ll get ready.”
“Thanks.”
“Can this talk wait until after the interview?” she asked. “Some of us actually have jobs we have to work.”
“I own my damn company,” I said, “I can come and go as I please.”
“I wish you’d do the latter part of that statement when it comes to me,” she said.
“No, you don’t.”
She shot me a look as another woman came in. She threw on the light, and I heard Sarah groan, her coffee almost tumbling out of her hands. She was in no condition to go on-set, but even I knew when my influence wouldn’t help anything.
“We’ll get you another pill, and we’ll keep the makeup basic and neutral today,” the woman said.
I watched Sarah sit down in a chair as I reached over and tossed the pill bottle to the woman who’d just come in.
“Why is this interview happening during my lunch break?” she asked.
“Because people feel entitled, and they don’t care who they step on in order to get what they want,” the woman said.
“Sounds familiar,” Sarah said.
“He need to be removed?” the woman asked.
Sarah looked back at me as I simply crossed my legs again and hooked my gaze with hers.
“Nope. Apparently, we have to talk after I do this early taping of the show today,” Sarah said.
“Well, let me know if that changes,” the woman said. “I could haul him out myself.”
Even as I chuckled, there was something in the pit of my gut that told me the woman was serious. So, I sat there quietly and watched Sarah get ready for her show, suddenly mesmerized by her process. I caught her gaze in the mirror and I winked, which caused her to roll her eyes just as the makeup woman was trying to do her mascara.
“Are you seriously looking to lose an eye today, Sarah?” she asked.
“Would it make this migraine better?” Sarah asked.
“There. Done. Now, it’s time for you to go cater to someone else,” the woman said.
“Oh, wonderful,” Sarah said, breathlessly.
My eyes raked down her body as she walked out of her dressing room. I sat patiently until the show was over, and as she made her way back into the room, I could tell she wasn’t feeling any better. Her head was hanging low and her hand was massaging the back of her neck, and in that very moment, all I wanted to do was make her feel better.
No matter what I had to do in order to achieve that goal.
Chapter 17
Sarah
All through the interview, I did everything I could to elongate it. We had time to tailor it down to fit into the time slot, but I wasn’t ready to go back into that dressing room. I wasn’t ready to talk with Mason alone, and I most certainly wasn’t getting rid of this migraine fast enough. My head pounded throughout the entire interview as the entitled CEO of some new fucking business smiled his stupid ass smile and tried to flirt with me. During one of the breaks, I physically scooted my chair back from him, earning chuckles from the people around us as his face fell. I wasn’t in the mood to have two entitled assholes think they could have me because they were rich.
The interview wrapped up, and I practically ran offstage, looking around for a security guard to escort Mason from my dressing room. I wasn’t going to talk with him, I wasn’t going to sit next to him, and I sure as hell wasn’t giving him the option of convincing me we should do whatever the hell it was we were doing.
I was in too much pain to fight with him, and I knew if I felt his touch on me even once, I’d simply cave.
“Mac,” I called out. “Mac, come here.”
“What’s up? You need more medicine? You look like hell.”
“I hate you. Why in the world did you let Mason Baker into my dressing room?” I asked.
“Because he was worried about you, and he should’ve been. You need to go home and rest,” he said.
“I fired my assistant over doling out my personal information to this man. He’s toxic. Stop letting him into this studio unless he’s being interviewed,” I said.
“Look. Honestly? With him coming around, we all thought the two of you were striking something up. And he’d be good for you and bring some wonderful publicity to this show.”
“Or not, with all the scandals surrounding his name already,” I said.
“That’s the point. I never said it was positive publicity, but it sure as hell would get more people to watch.”
“I’m not some woman you can pimp out, Mac. I’m your star. The host of this show. Had it not been for my idea and my tenacity to march into a bo
ardroom and present it, you wouldn’t have a job here,” I said.
“It was just a suggestion, Sarah. Calm down. Look, he’s a decent enough guy who was worried about you. So I let him in. He did me a solid, so I did him one. It won’t happen again.”
“Thanks.”
I walked back off to my dressing room and paused before I opened the door. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to walk in here and subject myself to his last-ditch efforts to get in my pants? This was what this was really about. He liked my pussy a bit too much, and he just didn't know why. So, he wanted to fuck it a few more times and get me out of his system.
But even with that realization, I still pushed through into my dressing room and shut the door behind me.
I sighed and looked down, propping my head against the door as I rubbed the back of my neck. My entire head felt like it was on fire, and if I wasn’t careful I’d end up throwing up my coffee everywhere. I heard Mason get up from the couch before his hands landed on my shoulders, and he slowly guided me to the couch where he helped me to lay down.
Then, he knelt at my head and pushed my hair back from my sweating forehead.
“Look, I’ll make this quick, all right?” he asked.
“‘Kay,” I said, groaning.
“Our chemistry is fucking incredible, and I know you understand that. I know you feel it like I do.”
“Sure,” I said, sighing.
“This doesn’t have to be a serious thing. In fact, I’d prefer if it wasn’t. We can keep it out of the public eye, have wonderful dinners where we get to know one another, have some fabulous sex. No pressure involved. Just two people enjoying the company of one another without any judgment toward the other.”
I had to admit, it sounded wonderful. Sex with this man that knew what he was doing? Mind-blowing orgasms without the risk of getting emotionally attached? More of those home-cooked dinners and perfect wine pairings?
“No pressure for anything serious,” he said. “I promise.”
“Thanks for that,” I said. “I’ll think about it.”
“You will?” he asked.
“Yeah. Yeah, I will.”
I already knew I was going to say yes. Despite my better judgment and the little voice screaming in the back of my mind, it was an offer I couldn’t turn down. I wasn’t ready for a relationship. In fact, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted one. I didn’t want to be the flavor of the month on Mason’s arm for the public, but I sure as hell wanted to ride him off into the sunset. But I wanted to drag it out. I didn’t want him knowing how wonderful his entire plan sounded. I wanted him to think I was still slowly dragging my barrier down to him.
I didn’t want him to think he had the upper hand.
That and me dragging things out seemed to keep him coming back, and I sure as hell wasn’t ready to give up his chiseled body just yet.
“Sarah Williams, you are the most infuriatingly confusing woman I have ever met. And I can’t get enough of you.”
Before I could rebuttal his statement, I felt his lips descend onto mine. The warmth pierced through the pounding in my head, pulling me from my pain as my hand raised to cup his cheek. His torso hovered over me, blanketing me in a warmth that made me shiver. His tongue slowly slid across my lips, begging for entrance before he drew my bottom lip between his teeth.
I moaned and arched my back into him, and that was all the entrance he needed.
Chapter 18
Mason
I felt her body lunge into me as her hands raked through my hair. Her fingertips were like licking flames upon my scalp, heating my entire body as our lips devoured one another’s. My hand ran down her blouse, unbuttoning it before pulling it from her pants. I slipped my hand underneath the fabric as her hips began to roll, and I knew exactly what she wanted.
Where she wanted me to be.
I parted her beautiful pussy folds as her legs spread for me on the couch. I trailed kisses down her cheek, licking up her neck as she shivered in anticipation. I wasn’t in a denying mood as I felt around for her clit, and the moment her body jumped, I smirked into the crook of her neck.
“There she is,” I said. “There’s what I’m looking for.”
“We have to be quiet,” she said.
“I know. The question is, can you do that for me?” I asked.
She whimpered as I started my ministrations on her body. She shook and jolted, her lips rolling into my fingertips as I circled her swelling clit. I could feel her wetness growing, her juices beginning to cover my fingertips as my mouth rushed up to hers. I swallowed her groans as I circled faster and faster, feeling her tremble underneath my body as her back arched further and further off the couch.
“Come for me,” I said into her lips. “Do it now.”
Her hands rushed to the back of my head and pulled me in for a painfully beautiful kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and I gladly swallowed them as her hips rolled lewdly into my hand. I circled her clit as she rode out her orgasm, watching wildly as her skin flushed its beautiful, decadent colors. I could smell her scent already filling the room, and my cock sprang to attention, wanting nothing more than to be buried in her and never released.
I slowly pulled my hand from her pants as her back dropped to the couch. She panted for air as I held my fingertips to her lips. I painted her juices onto her skin, watching her tongue dart around as she licked herself off my skin. I groaned at the sight. How wanton she was for any connection with me.
I couldn’t deny myself any longer.
I stood up and stripped myself of my clothes as she wiggled out of her pants. I wasn’t patient enough to wait for her, so I pulled her to her feet and ripped her blouse over her head. I unclasped her bra, tossing it to the ground as she gasped lightly in shock, but she wasn’t upright for long.
I bent her over the edge of the couch and slid my cock right into the warmth of her pussy.
She shivered as I filled her body with every inch of my thick, throbbing cock. I coated myself in her juices, going painfully slow as she bucked her ass back into me. Her body was so greedy for me. So willing to gobble me down as my hands massaged the cheeks of her ass. I wanted to crack my hands across them just to watch that beautiful red tone drift across her skin.
But I knew that would be too loud, so I restrained myself as I slowly picked up my pace.
She pressed her face into the couch as her moans and groans grew in volume. I bit down on my lower lip as her pussy massaged my cock. She gripped me in all the right places as my hands held her hips. Her excess gave way underneath my fingertips as her walls began to swell around my cock.
“You feel amazing, Sarah. So fucking tight for me. Just the way I like it.”
“Fuck, Mason. Oh. You feel so good.”
I reached down and wound my hand in her hair as she whimpered at my command. I pulled her head up from the cushions, watching as she struggled to stifle her sounds. My cock slammed into her, making her legs shiver with her wanted orgasm as her juices covered my cock. She bit down onto her lower lip, trying desperately to keep her sounds at bay as she squeezed her eyes shut.
But a moan left her lips, and I had to punish her for that.
“I thought we were supposed to be quiet,” I said as I pulled out from her pussy.
“No, no, no. Come back,” she said breathlessly.
“I think I’ve got a way to muffle your sounds,” I said, grinning.
I walked over to her as she spilled onto the couch. She laid there on her back, her body flushed with unfulfilled desires as my knee planted next to her head. My cock, dripping in her beautiful juices, lightly danced around her lips. Pre-come mixed with her silken fluids as I smirked down at her, waiting for her to take my cock in her mouth.
“What? You enjoyed licking yourself off my fingers,” I said.
I watched her part her lips and groaned when she took my dick all the way back. Her tongue swirled around my cock head, almost taking me to my knees as I hit the back of her throat. I could hea
r her slurping herself off me, drinking me down as her hands wove around my thighs. I had to take a second to catch my breath, to make sure I wasn’t going to blow my load right then and there down her throat.
“Shit, Sarah. Your mouth. Mmm.”
Slowly, she began to bob her head. Her cheeks hollowed out, and her fingernails raked down the backs of my thighs. I planted my hands on the arm of the couch so I could thrust down her throat, hearing her gurgle and gag every time I stuffed her mouth full of me. Her throat was incredible. Soft. Tight. Just like that beautiful pussy I wanted to pound earlier. And I would get to that. I would ruin her body for any other man by the time I was done with this little tryst we were having.
But as I felt my balls pull up into my body, I quickly pulled my dick from her throat and clenched my hand around my cock.
“Not yet. I’m not ready for either of us to come yet.”
She was breathing hard as I situated myself between her legs. I pushed into her as her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure. I tossed her legs over my shoulders, bending her in half as my lips captured hers once more. Her whimpers and moans lived and died on my lips as I plummeted deep into her body, feeling her shake with lust as her fingertips dug into the strength of my forearms.
I could feel her pussy fluttering around my cock, begging me to spill my come. And I wanted to. Oh, how I wanted to fill her to the brim, but I wanted her in every single way I could think of. Just in case this was the last time.