Chapter Seven
His words had her so hot and bothered that she thought she would cream her panties right then and there. It was almost as if he knew dirty talk was her weakness. When Damon used to speak to her like that, she was putty in his hands. In that moment, with Mason standing so close to her, his breath warm against her ear, she couldn’t think of one good reason not to give in to temptation.
It would only be sex, right? After lunch with Lisa, she’d realized that she would need to break things off with Rodney, so it wasn’t as though she was doing anything wrong by giving in. It had been so long since anyone made her body feel quite like this, and she had needs, dammit!
Brandi looked up into his piercing green eyes; she could feel herself melting against him. He was so damn sexy. Why did she have to be so fiercely attracted to this man of all people? It was on the tip of her tongue to verbalize some kind of protest when she was cut off with the touch of his finger on her lips.
“Don’t say anything, just feel what you do to me.” He took her hand in his and dragged it down the length of his body, using her fingers to unzip his pants, stopping at his throbbing erection. He was so hard, so big. She gently cupped the bulge in her palm and he let out a soft moan.
“Yes, like that.”
Her hand rubbed and squeezed him. “Turn around,” he commanded.
“Why?” she asked in confusion.
“You’ll see.” The savage gleam in his eyes made her shiver. She did as he asked, wondering what he would do next. Brandi found herself pushed over the counter with his cock grinding against her.
“Oh, God,” she groaned. His hand reached around to grasp her breasts, squeezing them roughly in his palms. Mason kissed the back of her neck and she thought she would go insane with desire.
His hands felt so good against her. The steady movement of his cock against her ass stimulated her from her head to the tip of her toes. “Your breasts are perfect. They fit in my hand as if they were made just for me,” he whispered against her ear.
She could only moan in response. Mason’s hands moved lower to slip under her top. Brandi arched her back against him, aching to feel his hands against her bare breasts. The fingers slowly inched up her ribs until they stopped to rest just below her waiting mounds.
“Please,” she heard a voice whisper.
Was that her crying out helplessly for him to make his caress more intimate? It must have been because as he gently grazed her neck with his teeth, he asked, “Please what, Brandi? Do you want me to touch your tits? I want to touch them, too, but you have to ask nicely.”
“Please touch me there,” she whispered. Why was he torturing her when she needed him so badly?
“Touch you where, Brandi? I want to hear you say the word.” Mason nibbled on her earlobe.
“Touch my breast…tits, please.”
“My pleasure.”
His fingers slid beneath her bra, capturing her hard nipples. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out at the exquisite sensations coursing through her body. He rolled her aching peaks between his fingers. “I love your nipples. I like how they get so stiff for me. You have such a beautiful body. I can’t wait to see every bit of you. Do you know what I did last night as I imagined your body beneath mine?”
“No,” she moaned, wiggling her bottom against his rock-hard cock.
“I rubbed myself while I thought about us. My dick was so fucking hard that I couldn’t sleep. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and imagined that I was sliding between those sexy thighs of yours. In my fantasies you were wet and ready for me, just like you were on Friday and just like you are now. I want to fuck you so badly, darling. Say you’ll let me.” His voice was harsh with desire. It excited her that he was as sexually frustrated as she was.
“Yes. I want you, too.” Maybe if she allowed him to fuck her, she could get him out of her system, just as he suggested.
“When? I don’t know if I can go that long without getting some of that sweet pussy.”
“This weekend. I’ll come by your place.” She found it hard to speak with Mason still playing with her nipples.
“What time?” he demanded, tugging the turgid peaks.
“I…I have to ask my mom if I can drop the kids off first, but I think it will be okay. If she says yes, I can be there by eight.”
“Not a minute later.”
She whimpered when he released her breasts. He turned her around in his arms, bringing his mouth down on hers. Her body was on fire as a tide of passion swept over her.
Her tongue thrust forward to meet his. Mason tasted so hot, so male, and so good. Brandi’s fingers threaded through his hair. She reveled in the rich silky texture of his dark-red locks. He cupped her face to deepen the kiss. Somewhere, deep down inside, she felt as though this was where she belonged.
Mason pulled back, then lifted her up and set her on the counter.
“Mason, what are you doing?” Brandi asked breathlessly.
He grabbed the edges of her pants to yank them down to her ankles. He pushed her legs apart. “Your pussy smells way too good for me to resist. I just need one little kiss—one little taste,” he sighed, kneeling in front of her.
Brandi realized they shouldn’t be doing this in the office when anyone could walk in at any minute, but as she felt Mason push her panties aside and his warm breath linger against her pussy, she threw her head back and surrendered to the gentle persuasion of his mouth. His tongue grazed over the slit of her damp opening, making her groan in the back of her throat. Mason’s tongue darted inside her labia to lick her throbbing clit.
“That feels wonderful, Mason.”
“You taste wonderful. Your pussy is so wet and fragrant I could stay between your thighs like this forever.”
He swirled his tongue around her little button, making her shiver in reaction. She felt a strong erotic charge shoot up her spine. Brandi threaded her fingers through his dark-red hair to clutch him tighter to her hot cunt. His lips latched onto her clit before sucking voraciously as though this was his most favorite activity in the entire world.
Brandi arched her back and squeezed her eyes tightly. If someone would have told her this morning that she would be sitting on the counter letting a man she hardly knew eat her pussy in the dentist’s office, she would have thought they were out of their tiny little minds. Mason inserted his middle finger inside of her wet channel, causing Brandi to cry out in open pleasure. She raised her lids and looked down at him.
Mason lifted his head with a smile on his face, his finger still buried deep inside of her. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, unable to lie to him when the evidence of her arousal was smeared on his lips. She hadn’t been hot like this for a man until she visited his place.
“Good, because I like doing it to you.” He added another finger and Brandi had to bite her lips so she wouldn’t scream out too loudly. He gently fucked her with his fingers, sliding them in and out of her. She wanted more but knew they couldn’t go much further than this; otherwise, she would be totally lost.
Just then, there was a sharp knock on the door.
“Hey, Brandi, what’s taking you so long in there?” Christa, her coworker and the other hygienist at the office, was on the other side of the door.
Holy shit!
Mason stood up abruptly and withdrew his fingers before helping her off the counter. In a frantic hurry, she pulled her pants up. She realized she probably looked a mess, but it was better to look a mess than if Christa had walked into the office to see Mason’s head planted firmly between her thighs.
“Excuse me!” The door burst open and they jumped away guiltily. Christa stared open-mouthed at the two of them.
“Christa, what…what do you want?” Brandi asked, adjusting her clothes. She was mortified.
“Well, I wondered if you needed my help, but I can see you are handling things just fine on your own. Umm, Mr. Collins, your fly is open.” Christa left them alone again, closing the door behind her.
Mason’s face turned a bright red that nearly matched his hair. “I’m sorry, Brandi. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” He looked so contrite it was hard to be angry with him. Besides, it was as much her fault as it was his. It wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t wanted him as badly as she did.
“I won’t get in trouble. Christa may use this incident to blackmail me into a few free lunches but she’s not a blabbermouth. I guess we both got a little carried away.”
“That’s the understatement of the year. And don’t trivialize what happened.”
“I’m not. I was just making a statement.”
He visibly relaxed. “You’ll still come see me on Friday night, then?”
“I said I would, but Lord knows why.” She stared at him, trying to figure out what hold he had over her. “What the hell have you done to me?”
“The same thing you’ve done to me. Brandi, this was meant to be.”
“Don’t talk like that, Mason. It’s just going to be sex, okay?”
“It’s more than sex. Much more.”
“No. Let’s get something straight. I’m not in the market for a relationship right now. Things are too crazy in my life already, and when I do decide to involve myself with someone romantically again, it will be with a black man.”
He took a step back as though she had just slapped him. “I didn’t realize you had a problem with my being white. It sure as hell didn’t seem that way when you were begging me to touch you.”
She could feel a headache coming on. Why was he giving her a hard time when she had gone against all her principles and agreed to sleep with him? He was the one to suggest a fling in the first place.
“Look, I’m attracted to you. Hell, I haven’t felt like this since my husband died, but my children come first. My son especially will need the influence of a strong black man in his life. No offense, but if we have this affair, I don’t want my kids to know about it.”
“Don’t give me that crap about race. When you’re in my arms, do you see a man or do you see a white man? Are you ashamed of me?”
“I don’t care what race you are, but there are other factors to consider.”
“Obviously you do care since you brought it up. As for your son needing a black male influence in his life, do you think he really cares about race, either? When he made friends with Ben, do you think he saw a color? I don’t think so.”
“Why are you being so difficult? It was your idea to just have sex.”
“And we both know I just said that so you would agree to see me again. I’m not going to pussyfoot around the issue and tell you that I don’t want our relationship to extend beyond the bedroom, because that wouldn’t be true.”
“Well, sex is all I’m willing to offer.” That sounded cruel to even her own ears, but if she conceded anymore of herself to him, she didn’t know what would happen.
“Fine,” he said through clenched teeth. “I’ll see you Friday.” He made it a statement.
She wanted to tell him no, but her traitorous body wouldn’t let her. “Yes.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
She watched him walk away. He was still wearing the bib. “Umm, Mason….”
He turned around with an expectant look. “Yes?”
“You left your bib on.”
His face fell. Ripping off the paper bib, he threw it to the chair before stalking away.
What was she getting herself into?
He wished he could shake some sense into her. Mason wanted much more than a physical relationship with Brandi, but he supposed he would have to settle for what he could get from her. For now. At least he was making some progress.
Mason dreaded going back to the car dealership. When people weren’t kissing his ass trying to get into his good graces, they were cowering in fear when he walked by. One thing he knew for sure, working at the car dealership wasn’t his cup of tea.
As he pulled the Mercedes into his reserved parking space, he took a deep breath before getting out.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Collins.”
Gina smiled at him as he walked into the building. “Good afternoon, Gina. Any messages?’
“One from your ex about a function your son is having at school, and one from the manufacturer,” She handed him two handwritten messages.
“Okay. Thanks. By the way, have you had a chance to start looking at schools?”
“I have! I think I may enroll at Arcadia. It’s so great that you reinstated the tuition reimbursement program.” She paused. “I…I broke up with Peter.”
“I’m really sorry to hear that.”
“It was for the best. He wanted to keep me dumb and dependent on him, so I have you to thank for giving me a better opportunity.”
“No. You have yourself to thank. I’m glad you’re taking advantage of the program. Good for you.” He took his messages and headed to his office.
“Mason, can I talk to you for a minute?” Bill Nixon intercepted him just as he walked through the door.
“Sure, what can I do for you?” Mason sat in the big leather seat behind his desk and stared at his sales manager. Bill took the seat opposite of his.
The man looked nervous about something. What little Mason knew about Bill was positive. He seemed very trustworthy and dependable. “Well, spit it out,” Mason said impatiently when Bill didn’t say anything.
“It’s about Dylan.”
Mason frowned. If he remembered correctly, Dylan was one of the salesmen who ran the other way when he saw Mason coming. “What about him?”
“You wanted me to let you know if he didn’t make his quota for the month again.”
“And since you’re here, I’m guessing he didn’t.”
“That’s right, but I have the figures with me. If you take a look at them he’s made a steady improvement. The kid is working really hard.” Bill pointed to some numbers.
“I see the marked improvement, but he didn’t make the quota, right?”
“No, but I’ve told you already that the quota you set is a little on the high side. Dylan isn’t the only one struggling, you know.”
“When someone continually doesn’t make the quota, what happens?”
“You know what I’m getting at. I’m asking you to give the kid a break. I’ve seen his type before. If you give him a chance, he blossoms, becomes more confident, and you get better result, not to mention company loyalty. He tried so hard and he only missed this month’s quota by a very slim margin.”
“It seems to me that action should be taken.”
Bill went white. “The kid needs the job. You know he’s his family’s only means of support.”
“How about listening to what I have to say before you jump to conclusions?”
“All right.” Bill sighed, looking very bleak.
“I think we should lower the quota.”
Bill gave him an astonished look. “What? Are you serious?”
“Of course, I am.”
“But you’ve been adamant about not lowering the quota. I don’t understand.”
“Don’t try and understand, Bill. If I tried to explain it, you wouldn’t believe it.” Mason chuckled at his employee’s stunned expression.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Oh, come on. Tell me the truth, I’ve been an asshole to work for, haven’t I?”
“Well—I don’t think I would use that word exactly.”
“Be honest with me. I promise you won’t get in trouble for speaking your mind.”
Bill hesitated before he finally spoke. “You can be difficult at times.”
“Bill, I apologize for being such a jerk to work for, and I hope I will be able to make things easier for you,” Mason said sincerely. He had a pretty good idea how things had been and he hated to see such low morale whenever he was around.
The sales manager looked surprised. “I think I must be dreaming,” he muttered.
“No, it’s not a dream. Also, we need to start talking about hiring some more help around here and a promotion for you.”
The man looked faint.
Mason hoped he was taking the right steps toward redemption because he didn’t want to go anywhere without winning Brandi back.