But a fire never burned for him.
There was no excitement. No sense of promise or visions of the future ahead.
I couldn’t date someone like that.
This inner struggle was going to make me rip out my hair and tear my clothes into shards.
Or worse, I would end up buying out the whole dildo collection at the local sex shop and become a regular. So much so that the cashier would know me by name.
That was bad. I didn’t want that.
No, I wanted Mason. Every inch of him. Every hardened muscle, those gleaming blue eyes piercing mine.
And in half a second, it was there.
The fire.
The inferno that raged through my form whenever I thought of the big man. It would start in the pit of my stomach as a small ball, swirling rapidly until it seeped into other parts of my body. Of course, my pussy was the hottest – almost uncomfortably so. But I couldn’t help it. When you’re involved with someone as hot as Mason, you’re sure to get burned.
But I didn’t care.
Already, my hand slipped under the sheets, resting on my thigh for a moment. As my thoughts intensified, my fingertips danced. They reached the wet triangle of fabric and pushed it, plunging into my folds.
I moaned, back arching, imagining Mason hovering over me, dominating me with his mere presence.
Fuck.
I pushed in deeper, the fabric nearly disappearing inside of me.
There was no place for someone like Jim when Mason was so compelling and magnetic.
Blue eyes.
Big, meaty cock.
That husky, seductive voice of his.
But there was a lot more to him than that. It wasn’t only the fact he could seduce me with a single look, but also that he cared about me. The alpha asked about my interests, my dreams, my needs.
What I wanted.
What I needed.
What I hoped to achieve.
He made me feel like the center of his world.
And oh God, it felt so good.
Better than anything else.
As my fingers kept working, now pumping in and out with delicious squelches, I came to the realization that I was falling for him.
Hard.
Devastatingly deep.
And there was no way to stop.
But I didn’t want to stop.
Even if I crashed and burned at the end, I wanted this desperate craving.
A moan ripped through my throat, body tensing, thighs quivering and pussy clamping hard.
Mr. Evercore!
My mouth opened in a silent scream, his name pulled from my throat. My body clenched and spasmed, every part of me going hot and bursting into flames, a shower of sparks dazzling and brilliant.
Because it was the first orgasm of the night, but it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. The billionaire had my heart … and I didn’t want it back.
CHAPTER NINE
Laney
Three months later …
I’d be lying if I said these weren’t the best three months of my life.
Every week, without fail, Mason and I were together. It was crazy. While other groups were busy slaving away over the newspaper, we were working on each other’s bodies, slippery and hot, panting and crying out.
Because he exactly where to touch, toying with my curves, pushing all the buttons at once. One brush from his skilled fingers was enough to send me over the edge, spiraling into the abyss.
I think he liked that.
Making me scream.
Oh god, it was hot. So goddamn sexy.
Sometimes I thought I was in a dream, about to wake up and find myself living my old, boring life.
But if that was the case, I was pretty sure Mason’s hard spanks to my ass would have woken me up by now.
Because what we were doing was so wrong, but at the same time, oh so right. And it’s more than just the physical. There’s something about the man that’s absolutely magnetic. I feel like I’m drawn to him, pulled along by an invisible cord that renders me helpless.
Yes Mason, talk to me.
Make me question my pre-conceived notions.
Make me think about the things that really matter.
Because invariably, our hot sessions are interspersed with talk. He’s interested in me. He wants to know what gets my goat, what makes me happy, sad, insecure, confused, and elated.
I tell him, but of course, I’m leaving something out.
Because he’s become the center of my universe. He’s what makes me happy, confused, elated, and a million other things rolled into one.
I’m pulled to the man like a magnet inextricably drawn to its pole. There’s only one direction, and that’s towards the alpha.
Given our intense sessions, it was a miracle that we’d gotten anything done on the paper at all. By this time, our sessions were hotly anticipated. Ten minutes of small talk before finding some nook and cranny in the prison.
The pantry was a favorite.
Or down in the laundry room, in the closet that housed cleaning supplies.
Or my favorite, outside beneath the bushes near the warden’s office. It was dangerous for sure. Sometimes there was a meeting going on inside, low male voices scratching on about this or that as Mason entered me, his thickness making me gasp.