Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

“I don’t like the way you touch me every time you talk to me,” he mutters dryly.

I keep my eyes on the field and bite the inside of my mouth to stop myself from smiling. Awkward.

“Oh.” She frowns, as if flustered. She straightens her shirt to try and regain her composure. “Well, what are you doing tonight?”

“I’m going out with my girlfriend.”

I keep my eyes on the field, pretending not to listen.

“You have a girlfriend?” she asks, even more horrified than before.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Her mouth falls open. She’s never heard him be so blunt, and I just want to punch the air to celebrate.

“Oh.” She frowns harder. “Well, it’s not serious, is it?”

“Very. I’m completely off the market.”

I can’t help it, my smile does break through this time, and I stand in a rush. “I’m going to get coffee,” I blurt out.

“I’ll come, too.” Julian stands.

“Oh.” Jessica’s face pales completely. “Catch you later then, I suppose.”

I walk toward the coffee van with my arms folded and my smile aimed at the ground.

“What are you smiling at, Miss Brielle?”

“I like that you’re off the market, Mr. Masters.”

He chuckles and raises his brow. “Surprisingly, so do I.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

TEN WEEKS LATER

I wake to my body trembling, my orgasm close. The light of dawn is peeking through the side of my drapes. My legs are open, I’m naked, and Julian is eating his breakfast.

He does this often—wakes me up with an orgasm. My alarm clock is his tongue, and I am the luckiest bitch on the planet. My hands drop to the back of his head. “Good morning, Mr. Masters.” I smile as I run my fingers through his hair.

“Good morning, my beautiful Bree,” he whispers before he kisses my inner thigh. He spreads me open with his fingers and continues to suck.

God, he loves this, I’ve never been with a man who gives oral just because he craves it so much.

This is Julian’s favourite thing, which means I’ve died and gone to Heaven.

Knowing that I’m the only woman he’s ever loved and the only woman who he has had a real relationship with has taken our relationship to a higher level. It’s as if nobody else came before me. He looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world.

He pushes my legs back to the mattress and slides two fingers in, making my back arch off the bed. I smile sleepily, knowing he’s warming my body up to take his.

It turns out I’m in love with a sex maniac.

He fucks me every morning before he goes to work, and then he makes gentle love to me every single night. I get the best of both worlds. He’s never had this, a body to call his own to do what he wants with, whenever he wants.