Almost, anyway.
“I think now’s a good time to go,” I whisper to Jules, who only nods blankly, staring straight ahead. In shock.
In a few seconds, I’ve slipped out with her the way I came in. A private elevator’s at the end of a narrow passage leading straight up to my floors.
My apartment.
My bed.
Our bed, hopefully.
I lock the elevators leading to my floors, meaning we really can be alone now.
I still have to guide Jules a little, she’s unsteady on her feet, her mouth gaping.
I hope she isn’t sick, please God, don’t let her be sick.
I could go through my office, maybe make some calls and let everyone know not to panic.
But I don’t care about what’s happening down there anymore. I don’t care about anything but Jules right now.
Using a door that bypasses my office and the same keycard that only I have to work my elevators, I lead her in and close the door behind me, leaning heavily on it.
Finally able to breathe for the first time all day.
I’m suddenly aware of my living space.
No one comes in here, save for the maids a couple of times a week, and Nicholas of course.
I should try Nick again in the morning and I’m gonna need his help more than ever with the media over this auction business.
I sigh gently, forcing everything else from my mind, asking Jules for the millionth time if she’s alright.
She’s sat herself down on a sofa, still staring blankly, but she manages to finally meet my eyes and laugh nervously.
“Did you really just bid millions of dollars so I can work in a soup kitchen?” she asks, then I notice her laughter again.
It goes from nervous to almost hysterical.
Kneeling in front of her, I take her by the elbows again, shaking her gently.
“Jules, Jules! Stop it. It’s alright, it’s over now.”
I’ve seen people get hysterical over money before. As soon as the M-word gets mentioned, lots of people lose their heads.
“But, I’ll have to work there for twenty lifetimes to pay all that off,” she says, slumping back into the leather couch, her skirt riding up, exposing her legs, making me stand up and look somewhere else before I can take a seat on the other side of the room.
I have to.
My own hardness is pulsing back to life. I try to think about something else, anything else, but I just can’t.
She’s here. She’s finally here.
Clearing my throat and leaning forward, I explain things a little for Jules.
“You don’t have to work at the soup kitchen. I bid that much, as much as it would take, so I could have you all to myself instead. We’ll make sure the kitchen has all the help they need, don’t worry,” I assure her, but I don’t think she’s hearing me.
“I mean, I haven’t even been there for a few weeks. I wonder if Florence…” she drifts off, and then she seems to remember what I’ve just told her.
“What do you mean?” she asks, sounding concerned. Even a little suspicious.
Her legs press closer together and she sits up, one hand absently covering her chest while the other straightens her hair.
“I mean, you’re mine now. I won you, fair and square,” I announce triumphantly.
“Figuratively speaking,” I add, not wanting to frighten her.
“Yours?” she repeats, sitting right on the edge of the couch now, looking from me to the door.
I feel another stab of panic, maybe it’s too much too soon. In my excitement, I guess I’m being a little boastful.
Okay… a lot boastful.
“I mean, instead of working in the soup kitchen, or the office for say… the next week. I thought you could come and spend that time with me,” I tell her, realizing how much creepier this must be sounding by the second.
She’s quiet though, thoughtful for a moment.
Then she stands, looking at the door.
“I think I’d better go now. It’s late,” she says, sounding unsure and it’s my turn to sink back into my chair, closing my eyes and putting my hands over my face. I rub them in a vain attempt to erase the past few minutes and start over again.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jules
I tell him it’s late.
I know it’s late.
I know what he’s saying sounds crazy.
But I ran once before. I remember what it felt like not knowing what if.
I don’t ever want it to be too late.
This could be my only chance.
And it’s Mason Thorne for god’s sake.
My knees are shaking as I stand in his palatial penthouse, looking from the door back to him.
He’s sitting down, looking like he wants to start over. Like maybe we can pretend it’s earlier this afternoon when we had that feeling.
This feeling.
A quick examination of myself reveals I’m not scared, I’m not worried.
I’m actually trembling from the excitement I feel. From what Mason Thorne does to me every time I’m near him.
Whenever we’re alone it feels like it’s turned up to a thousand.
Mason looks at me, his gaze more intense than ever. Whatever it is between us, it’s on a collision course, I feel it.
Even if I could leave now, which I know I don’t really want to, it would still find a way to pull us together.
Like destiny.
As if in slow motion, I watch him stand, and stalk towards me. I can see by the thick line in the front of his pants that he’s as wound up as I am.
I hear myself gasping, fighting for air. Like I can’t breathe.
My hand goes up, out toward his face and only once his lips are pressed hard against mine does it feel like I’m alive again.
Like I can breathe. Like I’ve finally been pulled from the depths of my so called life that’s been dragging me down since I can remember.
His huge hands pull me closer to him, one on my back, the other cradling my neck as he lifts me up closer to him, pressing me into him.
His huge body fusing with mine, pulling me into every ridge and ripple of his thick, muscular frame as it flexes.
He holds me as if I weigh nothing, and I’m not sure if I actually am floating or if it just feels like it or both.
I’ve never kissed anyone, never been kissed by anyone. And the charge I get from Mason, the thrill inside me is incredible, so much more than just two people pressing their mouths together.
His lips on mine, I appreciate, but my body is instantly screaming for more.
Much more than just a kiss.
Like Mason’s, my own hands have started exploring without me even thinking about it.
I can feel his whole body flexing as he moves, the softness of his silky suit making him feel even better, but I crave his naked flesh on mine.
Before he’s even has a chance to take air in, I grow bolder. My tongue finding its way past his lips as we both start to realize just how much our bodies have been magnetized towards one another since we first met earlier today.
It’s undeniable now. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to, and I don’t.
I can hear a kind of soft whimpering, with a deeper sound underneath and it takes a moment to realize it’s my own body making those sounds, with Mason groaning his own deep satisfaction. At having me in his strong arms at last?
I still can’t believe it, but need to start believing this if I want to really start enjoying myself for once in my life.
“I should have done that the minute I laid eyes on you,” Mason says when we finally pull apart long enough to take in some air.
Staring into his eyes, so close now, I can only nod and make that little whimpering sound again.
Something inside me feels like it’s working its way loose and pressing my hips harder into the bulge at the front of Mason’s pants. And I think I know another place that needs something more than just kissing.
> I surprise myself, but only please Mason more when one of my hands finds his thickness at the front of his pants and starts to trace along it with my palm, pressing harder on him with each stroke.
He groans low, and his hand finds my chest, plying one of my thick nipples between his thumb and forefinger through the fabric, sending a lightning bolt of arousal straight to my clit, which feels like it’ll explode if he doesn’t do something about this feeling building up inside me.
With our mouths locked again, I feel myself moving backward as he bends down, guiding me back to the heavy leather couch. I feel the confines of my dress disappearing as he unzips me.
He waits a moment, but I only make another eager sound, fumbling for his zipper in return.
I want this, I have no idea what I’m doing, but I want this more than anything.
“Mason!” I gasp, feeling my whole body start to shiver. His massive, warm hands are everywhere I need them, but it’s only making something else inside feel like it’s about to burst.
Opening my legs wide, I feel like a wild animal, free from her cage for the first time.
Mason’s growl of satisfaction, then his teeth gently biting into my neck send my whole body into overdrive.
I whimper his name again, pleading with him to take command of whatever the hell it is that’s happening to me.
In seconds, I feel my nakedness against his bare chest. He’s opened his shirt and taken my dress off, unhooked my bra, and yanked my panties down.
He’s kneeling between my legs, and I’m writhing on the leather couch, feeling the slickness between my legs coat my thighs.
If he’s the cause of the fever I’ve had all day, he’s also definitely the cure too. I just know it.
But he stops, and I hear myself moan with anticipation, reaching for his hands and pressing them to my body again.
He watches me, his eyes blazing with the same arousal I can see straining at the front of his pants. His hands rest against my thighs and he peels them open just another tiny fraction.
And that’s when I know I won’t be able to hold it.
I call out his name again, feeling my whole pussy starting to twitch and quiver, I lose focus, feeling my eyes rolling back as my whole body starts to stiffen.
A pleasing warmth coming over me, but there’s still an itch deep inside that needs scratching.
“Oh no you don’t,” he snarls, gripping my thighs harder as I feel the warmth of his body moving down over me.
“You’ll come when I tell you too, and only in my mouth or on my cock. Understand?” he says firmly.
I feel my head pumping hard like it’s about to roll off my neck. And whimper again, begging him to do something.
Begging him to suck me.
It sounds like someone else, a voice from far away. I’ve never spoken like this in my life, never been spoken too like this either, and damn if it isn’t the hottest thing to match the feeling he’s giving me.
Without wasting a second, he’s pressed his greedy mouth right over my heat, groaning with pleasure as I let out my own low animal sound. I start to press harder up against his strong jaw, bringing my thighs closer together, bucking and thrusting as I feel his mouth work the same magic down there as it did on my lips.
The vibration of his growls and grunts on my clit travel right up inside me. Instead of making me burst straight away like I thought it would, Mason’s mouth on me actually feels like he has tamed my pending climax.
Like he really can say when I’m gonna come in his mouth, or anywhere else for that matter.
The thought makes me wilder than ever, almost like a challenge as I set to work enjoying more of him on me like this, holding his thick hair with both hands, my head thrown back and my legs over his shoulders as he takes his time to show me just how special he can make this for me.
The feeling of floating comes back, and I lose all sense of time and place, and who I am. It’s like Mason and I have become one single unit of pleasure.
A perfect connection of that feeling that’s drawn us both together. I lose all my hang-ups, my shyness, and from what I can tell, my quietness.
I’m practically screaming my head off by the time I can’t control myself any longer. The first climax I have is with Mason’s mouth fully covering my streaming heat.
I gasp and stiffen, and my whole body goes rigid as the waves of pleasure start to wash over me, pass through me, right down to him as he hungrily takes my essence in his mouth.
I don’t want it to end, but it also feels like as it subsides, I feel even more tender, more sensitive to his touch until finally, I’m shivering, almost sobbing. Unable to believe that anything so beautiful, so perfect could happen between two people.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Mason
Once I feel her lips on mine, I know without a doubt, not that I ever did doubt it, that she’s the one.
Everything I’ve felt since I first laid eyes on her makes sense, and all without words. The words I’ve been trying to find, to use, they’ve just complicated things.
But this, her, it’s perfect.
I almost think all my Christmases have come at once, but once I feel her reaching for my cock, pressing so hard on it with her palm, I know she wants more than just kisses.
And I have so much more to give her, much, much more.
But once she really starts to moan, and I can see how close she is, I have to take charge. I almost lose control of myself, once she starts talking the way she does, begging me, ordering me to suck her.
I want to watch her. I could stare at her body all night. Those smooth, creamy thighs are just right in my hands, and that sweet pussy of hers, quivering with excitement.
Doing as she’s told though, she lets me take charge and I pleasure her with a natural tenderness, met with her own urgency as she finally yields to her climax after what I know will never be long enough for me.
But I don’t know which I love more, pleasing her, or having her come so hard for me.
Either way, I plan on a lot more of both from now on, and my need to claim her is only stronger than ever now.
My own arousal is past its limits and I need to be onside her like nothing on this earth.
But something is holding her back. Lifting my face to hers, letting her taste herself in my mouth, I can feel her withdrawing again where minutes ago she was like a wild woman.
I relish every kiss from her though, and I don’t want to move any faster than she wants to.
Avoiding my own question, I content myself with her body pressing against mine. Her chest so soft against my own hard body, her warmth and the smell of her hair.
There’s more than one way to love a woman, but I can’t help wondering.
I have to ask.
“What’s wrong?”
She holds me closer or rather pulls herself closer to me, her small hands wrapped around my neck.
“I’ve never… I’m a virgin,” she whispers, and huddles closer still, hiding her face in my neck so she doesn’t have to look at me.
I feel my heart melt again for the second time today. I’m lost for words and can only hug her closer, kissing her head in reply until I find the only words I can think of.
“I’m glad. It means you really are going to be all mine. I’ll be your first and you’ll be my only… forever…”
Kissing her again, I only register how good she feels. How much I want her with me always. We don’t have to rush things.
Try telling that to the pole between my legs.
“I want to. I really do, Mason. It’s just…” she trails off.
“It’s been a long day,” I reply, stroking her hair and feeling her relax. “We can take things however you want.”
I shiver as she rests her hand on my aching cock again, feeling a rush of heat fill my body as I swallow down hard.
“I want you, Mason…” she starts and I feel compelled to hear her say it.
“Tell me you’re mine. That you’ll be mine an
d nobody else’s. Tell me that much and I can wait… for today at least,” I confess. Really not sure how I’m going to manage the situation in my pants as it stands.
“You won me, fair and square,” she says, laughing softly, but I need her to understand this isn’t about money. I didn’t buy her.
“I want you, Jules. And I want you to want the same. I used the auction to get you, but only because I didn’t know what else to do.”
She kisses me tenderly, and I decide that from now on, I’ll earn her. I can’t have her thinking this is about me just buying my way into everything.
That was the old Mason.
The new Mason, the Mason with Jules by his side, he earns what’s due to him. With pleasure, passion, and kindness.
With love.
I move up onto the huge sofa, cradling her in my arms as she circles a finger around my chest. I ask her if she’s cold and she shakes her head.
“Not with you to keep me warm,” she says, and looking up at me with those clear blue eyes again, I forget about my own needs, my own desires.
Keeping Jules safe, warm, happy and whatever else she needs, whatever else she wants and when she wants it, that’s all I need from today. From now on.
Forever.
“So…” she starts a while later. “What is the deal with bidding on Karen?”
I’d forgotten all about that, but I can tell Jules hasn’t and I want to make it clear for her one more time.
“Let’s just say, after the way she spoke to me on the phone, and treated you today. That Karen Perkins has a very special arrangement coming up this week as part of her charity obligations,” I tell her, hoping that puts the whole business to bed.
“You mean, how she treats me every day at work. How she treats everyone. How can you hire people like that? How can you have people like that working for you?” she asks, sounding even more angry with every word.
I hear her, and it’s the same double-crossed feeling I had inside earlier today, at the soup kitchen.
Because Jules is absolutely right, how can I have people like that representing what I spent my whole life building up from nothing?
“I’m sorry,” she says, pecking my cheek once she sees the effect of her words.
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