36 Inches (Size Matters 3)

I give a loud fucking sigh.

I love the Angels. And someone trying to fuck with them is like they’re trying to fuck with me.

“I need your help, Mason,” Cara says to me. “I need to reach people at Naughty Angel somehow who will take me seriously. Then I need to stop Sienna.”

I look at Cara. She’s doing what she believes is right. I can’t say that I find any fault with her. When push came to shove she did the right thing, which was stand up to fucking evil.

But I need to be sure.

“What about you?” I say, turning my head toward Derek and hardening my voice. “You still the face of Sienna Sinner?”

Derek shakes his head, and then just looks at Cara.

“I go wherever she goes,” he says to me with conviction and confidence. “I protect her wherever she goes, even if that means leaving my job.”

I nod. I know the feeling. I can totally understand how Cara can inspire this kind of protectiveness. There’s a delicate quality underneath the outwardly strong woman. I feel like protecting her too.

“I’ll help you,” I say, getting up from the table.

I can see Cara’s eyes stay straight ahead as she stares at my crotch. My thick cock straining at a semi-hard state in my jeans. She can make out the outline and I can see Cara licking her lips.

Oh, fuck. I’m so going to fuck her. We are definitely going to get filthy together. It’s going to happen. I just need to play it fucking cool till then. And afterwards.

If anyone can make me give up the no-relationship rule, it’s this woman.

“I’ll make some calls, and get someone from Naughty Angel to meet with you in person,” I say, clearing my throat as Cara’s eyes dart to looking at me from looking at my cock.

“Be at the Mandarin Oriental at Columbus Circle tonight at 8 pm,” I say.

Cara nods.

“Thank you,” she says softly. “Thank you so much.”

I nod to Derek. I got to watch that guy. He might be with Cara just to keep an eye on her. But I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt till I find out otherwise. Derek nods back at me and my business here is done. I leave the table with my laptop.

Yeah, Cara. You’re going to thank me all right. For shooting you into fucking orbit and spraying obscene amounts of cum all over you.

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Chapter 6

Cara

“You got this.”

Usually my inner monologue is never this confident, but tonight I can’t afford to let loose that deep seated insecurity. Even though I feel anxiety gnawing at the edges of my mind, I take long, deep breaths and close my eyes for a second.

The taxi has already stopped in front of the Mandarin Oriental Hotel, and my hand is on the handle of the door, gripping it tightly. I’ve already paid the driver and tipped him generously, so he doesn’t seem to mind that I still haven’t left the car.

“Important meeting?” he asks me, peering at me through the rearview mirror, his tired eyes suddenly coming to life as he glances at the rising curve of my breasts. A good omen, maybe.

“Yes,” I tell him with a knot in my throat, nodding as I offer him a soft smile. “A very important one.”

“Miss, I don’t want to overstep but … I wouldn’t be nervous if I were you. A woman like you should be making them nervous, not the other way around,” he tells me, taking his eyes from the rearview mirror and distractedly glancing at the street in front of him.

I stare at him for two long seconds, his words drumming on my head, and I smile. Who knew that the casual words of a man with balding hair, an Italian twang to the way he speaks, would be the one thing calming me down?