CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
LEXI
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Right now, I need my brain to stop working and to let my body take over. Because I’m not going to say no to spending a night, or what’s left of tonight, with Mason Kingsley.
I’d spend forever regretting it.
I want this.
I want him.
At least he’s stopped accusing me of being some gold digger, although in return he’s turned into some insane alpha protector, which...is hot as fuck.
Emily is up to something, and I can’t help wondering if she planned this. The wink she gave me as they left made it look as if I’m in on her plan.
Another plan.
“What was that?” Mason asked when he saw it.
“I don’t know. Emily being Emily.” I shook my head and served someone else.
This time, I’m not involved in her little scheme.
Mason sat all night watching me like he was my bodyguard, and it scared a lot of patrons off. Not that I was sorry when Mr. Maroon left.
Sam warned me to get my boyfriend under control.
“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” I replied. “Just some overprotective friend.”
“Well, I don’t need him scaring off paying patrons, so tell them to stay home.”
“That guy was pretty drunk.” I shrugged.
“I get to decide that. You need to keep your mouth closed and the drinks flowing. And your tits out. Understand?”
Asshole.
He was lucky Mason didn’t hear him.
I didn’t want to upset my new boss because I needed to ask for the following weekend off for Emily and Seb’s wedding.
If Sam says no, I plan to just quit. I’m leaving straight after the wedding. But every day I work, and all the tips are helping to keep my bank balance from going into the red.
Tell him you quit.
Mason has no idea what it feels like to be unemployed or poor. I’m going to tell him he can’t come back to the bar.
He puts his hand in the small of my back and guides me into the elevator where he presses a single button.
“Is there only one floor?”
“Private lift.” Then his mouth is on mine again, and my mind turns to mush as he pins me against the wall.
The built-up tension all night explodes now that we’re alone. His cock presses into me; my body flushes with lust.
I need him.
One last time.
Ping.
Before I can move, Mason lifts me, tucking my legs around him, and carries me into his penthouse.
I pull my mouth from his, glancing around at the luxurious space.
Jesus fuck.
Sometimes I do forget how wealthy this man is. Despite what he might think. An office is an office, and a Lamborghini is impressive, but, omg, this penthouse apartment is dripping with luxury.
I’m not sure if it’s two or three floors, as the ceiling is miles away.
Multiple chandeliers sparkle as we make our way through the space, with its large pieces of art on the walls and floor to ceiling glass.
Large sofas in pale cream with black and white cushions fill one room. A couple of throws are tossed over the back. A huge glass coffee table has a hardcover book and a candle on it.
Even the rugs look delicious enough to sleep on.
A huge, wide fireplace is lit, and I don’t know if it’s emitting the warmth, but the temperature is perfect. Everything looks perfect.
I’ve never seen anything like it.
Sebastian's home is stunning, but this is...a whole other level.
Mason strides through the penthouse, carrying me up a large, curved staircase, then down a hallway lined with tiny lights in the walls.
“How many more blocks?” I smirk, brushing my hand over his hair.
“Sorry, are you bored?”
Hardly.
“Eager.”
“I promise not to disappoint.” He grins as we enter the most amazing primary bedroom I’ve ever seen.
It’s huge.
Floor to ceiling windows overlook Manhattan. The floor and walls are cream, the bed black, with white linens. It’s simple and contemporary - not a wrinkle in sight.
Beside the bed are matching side tables, above which hang long lights. On the floor, a luxurious gray rug defines the space.
Large doors open out onto a balcony, beyond which I see a pool with lights and tropical plants.
Holy hell.
I had no idea.
Knowing someone is a billionaire and seeing it are two different things.
I get it now. Why Mason is so protective of his world.
Not because I feel sorry he could lose it, but because I understand why people would do dishonest things to have what Mason has.
I hate that he thought I was one of those people.
Does he still?
Surely, I wouldn’t be here if he did.
Well, I’m not going down that path. I know what this is. Sex. Pure carnal pleasure.
We both want this, and then after I’ll leave.
Mason lowers me onto the soft linens and follows. His mouth takes mine again, this time slower.
“Finally,” he purrs as he removes my clothes.
I watch as he stands, rips off his sweater and reveals a strong, ripped torso and all the tattoos I’ve seen peeks of.
Holy hell, he’s beautiful.
Undoing his jeans, he pulls them off, tosses them across the room along with his shoes and then drags down his briefs.
A large and beautiful cock springs free. The one that has been inside me before, but I’ve never laid eyes on. At least not properly.
Our eyes lock, and this feels so much more intimate than I expected. I shudder, feeling nervous, but push it away.
I want him.
I want all of this.
Reaching above my head, I spread my legs.
“Jesus,” Mason moans, gripping his cock.
“I’m on the pill,” I say even though that ship passed a while ago. He’s never asked, but I want him to know.
“I have condoms.” He opens a drawer and tosses about five onto the bed.
“Confident.”
“Prepared.” He grins, then he climbs between my legs and licks the length of my pussy.
Holy fuck.
My ass lifts off the bed as my sultry moans fill the room. I thread my fingers through his hair and tug as Mason works my clit and his tongue enters me.
Oh yeah, this man knows what he’s doing.
I haven’t had that many lovers. A long-term relationship I dated in high school ended when I was twenty, and the past few years, I’ve only been with a few men.
I bet that would surprise him.
I wonder how many women Mason has been with, given his friend owns a sex club, and tense.
“What’s wrong?” He glances up.
“Nothing,” I shake my head, surprised he is so in tune with my body. “Keep going.”
He picks me up, and I grip his deliciously thick biceps and moves me further up the bed.
“I want your mouth on me,” Mason says, maneuvering us into a sixty-nine position. “I’ve been dreaming of this, jerking off to it.”
Really?
I love hearing that.
“Have you just?” I reach for his cock and take him in my mouth as his face returns to pussy and the flash of arousal through my body intensifies.
“Oh, fuck, yes. Good girl.”
Holy hell.
Am I in heaven?
A furnace explodes at my core as I suck his thick, long member slowly, working him, licking the end and repeating it again and again as the sensations in my body try to take over my brain.
What brain?
All I can do is feel, my nipples hard as nails, my orgasm racing to the finish line.
I’m not going to last.
I can feel my body tremble as his cock in my mouth and tongue sliding through my sensitive flesh destroys me.
I just need to remember to keep my heart out of this.