So I got through one chapter and I must have given off pheromones or something.
Because Mason is already here.
And true enough, he's literally trying to get in my pants. As in his hands are travelling to the hem of my yoga pants and his fingers are slowly tracing an outline over my thong.
With a sudden flash of inspiration, I turn to him and smile.
"If I'm your baby girl, will you go make me something to eat?" I ask him.
I'm trying hard not to laugh as the King of Wall Street looks at me with a perplexed look. No one has probably even asked him that. Ever.
N
o, of course not. Mason has just finished off a successful year as Wall Street's most celebrated CEO.
I mean, it's a good thing he's had me over the last year to at least suck his cock every morning otherwise I don't know if he'd even have time for sex.
Kane Price has launched over 40 new financial instruments and products and they've literally cornered the market on exotic financial instruments. Money flows only one way nowadays and that's into the coffers of Kane Price.
"Excuse me?" Mason asks me, and I can see his brow furrowing. That's right. Not too many Wall Street people probably joke around with him nowadays, what with his sky high bonus and soaring valuation, people are calling Mason Kane one of the richest men in the world.
"Please, Daddy?" I ask batting my eyes and trying to keep from laughing. "Please feed m?"
Now Mason realizes that I've been joking. When I'm begging to him, but begging for food and not fucking, he can finally tell that I'm pulling his leg.
He growls and picks me up.
I squeak loudly as he stands up and carries me to the chaise lounge next to the sofa and deposits me on it.
I splay my body out and spread my legs wantonly. My finger comes to my pussy and I begin to rub my clit through the fabric of my yoga pants and thong. I'm definitely wet. Just being around my husband makes me wet.
Mason begins to unbuckle his belt.
"You're either going to need a spanking, baby girl," he says to me as his eyes meet mine. "Or a good fucking. Either way you need to be taught a lesson."
"I'm not a good learner tonight, babe," I say, teasing him. "Maybe you you need to teach me extra hard."
We both stare at each other for a long moment.
Finally Mason cracks a smile as my eyes twinkle.
At the last minute I can't hold it in anymore. I start to chuckle.
Mason joins in.
But our chuckle becomes laughter which quickly gets louder and louder.
Oh my God, my stomach is hurting.
Which is when the baby monitor goes off.
Shit.
We've woken little Ida.
Mason looks at me with concern, but I just sit up and grab a hold of his arm as the two of us walk to the nursery.
Inside is the cutest little baby that I've ever seen.