Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

He slides in and out a few more times, and then I think I’ve actually got the hang of this. I begin to bounce back onto him, relieved that the pain has stopped and the pleasure is building. He grabs my hipbones and begins to ride me as I hold my breath. Holy fuck… this is an insane amount of pleasure.

The sound of the oil slipping between us is all I can hear, and I look up to the mirror to stare at our reflections. His eyes are fixed on the place our bodies meet. He’s wet with perspiration and he’s taking my body just how he wants it: for his pleasure only. I’ve never seen anything so hot in my entire life.

Every muscle in his stomach clenches as he pumps, and then, as if he needs more leverage, he lifts one of his legs and puts his foot on the bed beside me to really let me have it.

I scream into the mattress as a tornado of an orgasm tears me apart. Julian tips his head back, groaning his appreciation as he comes deep inside my body.

For a while, he moves slowly, in and out on repeat. Eventually, I feel his gentle kisses trail across

my back as he comes to lie over me, his cock still inside me.

He turns my head and gifts me with a kiss. “I love you,” he whispers against my mouth.

I can’t answer him. I’m still dealing with myself. I think the term ‘hot mess’ was made for this moment. He’s all around me, all I can see. He’s deep inside my body, his tongue taking over my mouth.

He’s etched on my heart.

“I love you,” I confess

He smiles and holds my head to his. “How the hell did I ever get you?”

“Smithson Employment agency,” I pant.

He chuckles and slowly pulls out of me. I feel the sharp sting of his withdrawal, and I’m surprised by how much I want him to stay there.

He kisses me and pulls me up by the hand. “I need to wash you.”

I smile sleepily. “I know. I’m a very dirty girl.”

It’s Saturday night, and Willow is finally going out with Lola. This isn’t to the party—that’s next weekend—but she’s really nervous, anyway. Even I’m nervous for her. This is the first time since I’ve been here that she’s gone out with anyone her own age.

“Where exactly are you going?” Julian frowns as he sits in his wingback chair with his book in his hands and his feet up on the ottoman.

“Just dinner and the movies.”

“What time will you be home?”

“The movie ends at eleven.”

“You’re only sixteen, you know, Will. I don’t want you out all night.”

She rolls her eyes at me. “I know, Dad.”

“Am I driving you?” he asks.

“No, Lola drives.” He looks up from his book. “I don’t want you driving around in a learner’s car.” He looks to me. “Bree, did you know that this girl is old enough to drive?”

“Julian, she’s fine.” I sigh. “She has her license and I’ve met Lola at golf and she seems lovely.”

Well, not really, but we did say hello. Willow seems to like her anyway.

“I’m going to get dressed.” Will smiles before she bounds up the stairs.

I hunch my shoulders. “I’m so excited for her.”

Julian goes back to concentrating on his book. “I’ll be excited when my dick is in your mouth tonight,” he mutters to himself.

I bend over and lean down to whisper into his ear, “You are a very filthy man.”