Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He stepped up to her house and rang the bell, waiting. Mason heard her steps, and knew she looked out of the door peephole. She hesitated.
“I know you’re there, Holly,” he said.
She opened the door. Gone was the skirt, shirt, and jacket. She wore a pair of torn jeans at the knees, and a shirt that had seen much better days. Her hair was pinned back and her brow covered in sweat.
“How do you know where I live?” she asked.
“I have many resources at my disposal.”
“Even though you own nightclubs and restaurants.”
“I’m a man of many businesses. I told you that. Are you not going to invite me in or would you like to have this conversation on your doorstep where anyone can hear?” He didn’t want the neighborhood to know his business but if that was what Holly was into, he’d live with it.
She pulled the door open slightly. “Come in.”
He stepped into her world and Holly closed the door.
“Would you like a drink?”
“You snuck out of my apartment this morning, why?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t know what to do. I’m an early riser and I’ve never done the morning-after-the-whole-night-before thing. I didn’t know what to do.” She blew out a breath. “Is this what this is about? I didn’t take anything and we said it was only going to be a one-time thing.”
“I fucked you four times last night. You had multiple orgasms. This has already been more than a one-time thing,” he said.
“I didn’t steal anything,” she said. “I just grabbed my stuff and left. You’ve totally ruined my shirt. I’ve already tried to attach the buttons and there are tiny holes.” She sighed.
He followed her through to her kitchen and he saw the oven was open, and there was a light smell of chemicals in the air.
“You’re cleaning your kitchen?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Don’t you hire people to do that?”
“Not everything needs to be done by other people. Besides, I happen to like cleaning.” She shrugged. “I don’t know why I love to clean but I do. Do you want a drink? I have tea and coffee. That’s pretty much it. Or water. I don’t drink soda. Or I’ve got milk. Unless you want something stronger.”
He watched her as she pushed a strand of hair off her forehead.
“I don’t need anything stronger. Is there any other reason you left this morning?” he asked.
“No. I didn’t want to do this part as I thought it would be too awkward, and you’re kind of proving me right. This is a whole lot of awkward right now.” She pressed her lips together. “I’ve never done this. I’ve never experienced anything like this and I feel like I’m constantly saying the same thing.”
“I understand what you’re saying.”
“Great, so why are you here?” Holly asked. “I thought men don’t want women who cling, and yet you’re here.”
“I don’t like it when women sneak out of my apartment after I fuck them hard and well.” He closed the distance between them and he was a little surprised she didn’t back away from him.
“Then put it down as a brand-new experience,” she said. “I’m pretty sure there have been plenty of women who haven’t wanted the morning-after weirdness.”
He smiled. “No, not a single one, but then I guess that has something to do with the fact I don’t let them stay, and none of them are allowed in my apartment. Whenever I fuck them, we go to a hotel. Never to my place.”
“Are you trying to say that I’m special?” she asked.
He loved her snarky attitude. He loved the fact she wasn’t frightened of him. She doesn’t know who you are, or what you’re capable of. If she did, she’d have run across the country by now.
Gripping the back of her neck, he pulled her close and slammed his lips down on hers. He avoided answering the question because as of right now, she was fucking special. She had taken away his boredom and in return given him something to look forward to. No woman had ever done that. From the moment she started dancing in his nightclub, he’d been hooked.
Mason traced across her bottom lip and as he heard her gasp, he couldn’t help but smile. He loved how responsive she was. Moving her backward, he pressed her up against the kitchen counter. He let go of her neck to capture her wrists, pinning them either side of her. He was a lot taller than her. Looking at her now, he felt that craving again, the hunger to take her.
Thrusting his pelvis against her, he watched her eyes, seeing her response. They widened, just slightly, but enough for him to see that his body affected her. He was so hard it would be impossible for her to not feel his arousal.
“Do you not want me to take you, Holly? Do you want me to leave?”