Mason's Winter

Finally, a spot opens up halfway down the block, and I get in with a couple of tries. The snow on the curb forces me to take the tight spot slowly. Once I’m out, I nearly slip on the icy roads. Everything will be salted down in a few hours, but right now, the ice and slush are a bit of a mess. I make it into the store and my time doesn’t get any better. The people inside are total dicks, and I can’t wait to get out of the place.

I bundle up, but my waist length coat does nothing to protect my chilled thighs. Even after twenty minutes in the store, my body hasn’t warmed up enough to brace myself for another return outside. I suppose that’s why rich people hire assistants. Getting to live at the house while I finish my degree if I serve as Carissa’s assistant is almost at an end. She’s an heiress with beauty and brains, even if she doesn’t use them. and I don’t even get anything from her dad, so I don’t understand why she has to be extra bitchy with me.

She’s the total package and yet, I get the feeling that even that isn’t enough for her. She’s getting married to the most handsome man in the world. In fact, I’m sure one of these packages is for him. I stack them in my arms and practically stumble out of the store.

As I step out, the wind picks up sending my packages, or rather Carissa’s, nearly tumbling down. The only thing that stops them from falling to the ground into the slushy abyss of winter is a pair of gloved hands. “Whoa, whoa,” a deep husky voice exclaims. “Are you alright, miss?” A voice that’s so familiar to my ears.

“Yes, yes. Thank you,” I reply, looking around the boxes at my rescuer. I almost drop them again because it’s really him, Mason Hunt. He’s hot, and even in this cold weather, I feel heat course through me. He’s my freaking fantasy. He’s a lot taller than my five feet-three. His eyes are greyish-blue, but I can’t get a great look at them because the street light blinds my in-depth inspection of his irises. My eyes move down further to his mouth and a strong jaw with a scruffy beard. It’s thicker than before. I’m moaning internally. I have to get away, but I’m not sure I want to try.

Chapter 5

Mason

The only reason I’m going to this business dinner is in hopes that Ms. Grable’s sexy assistant is going to be there. I haven’t stopped fantasizing about what I want to do to her. I only got a moment of her attention the last two times I encountered her.

She did everything to avoid the truth between us, and Grable and his greedy daughter monopolized my time when she was around. Fuck, I didn’t even get a proper introduction. I wanted to curse their asses out and steal her away for the way they treat her, but I knew she’d think I was fucking crazy. Damn, just thinking about the taste of her skin after kissing her pulse made me come every time I took my dick in hand.

And maybe I am a bit off my rocker, but I want Winter more than I need to breathe. Her long blonde hair, pinned up in a tight ponytail, trailing down her back makes me want to grab it and drag her lips to mine. Crushing them, owning them until she understands what she does to me. Every inch of me wants to chain her to me, fuck my kid into her, but things don’t always go your way.

I swallow a deep breath, remembering that I have somewhere to be and can’t have my cock hammering against my zipper. I step out of my Mercedes, adjusting my length and using my car door as cover. Once I’m good, I close it and hit the lock. I make a mad dash for the restaurant. I’m getting slush on the edge of my pants. Not the best damn look for an important meeting, but I’m not here to impress them, especially Ms. Grable.

I’m nearly there when a group of women with strollers take up the entire sidewalk. I try to move around them, but one of their little ones decides to dart in my way. “Oh my, we’re sorry, sir,” one of them exclaims dragging the child to her side. “I told you to be careful.”

I nod as they apologize profusely to me, but my attention is taken by none other than my woman. I can see through the window of Oui an expensive store newly added to downtown Chicago.

She smiles at the man behind the counter but doesn’t get one in return. What the fuck kind of service is that? I heard it was one of the most expensive stores in the area. For the price of things in there, they should come with a grin plastered to their face. She’s walking toward the exit with a handful of packages. I make my way to the entrance just as she’s coming out. I’m lucky as fuck it’s freezing out here or the attraction would be noticeable, very noticeable even in the dark. She darts out and into my arms again. Fuck, now my dick is hard despite the cold. She thanks me for my help, but this time, I don’t have a psycho woman trying to interfere.