Chapter 4

Four

Allison

M ason senses my hesitation.

Without a word he reads me and I feel a sense of relief knowing I don't have to voice my concerns or explain like I'm reading out of some secret encyclopedia on female emotions.

"You wear your heart like a neon sign, angel. Never fear your emotions. Let them guide you. Tell me what you need and I'll do it. I'll do anything you want."

I can't help but laugh softly at his choice of words and his brows pinch.

"That's exactly my problem," I explain. "I want you, but need to get my head out of the clouds. What could ever come of this but a single night of pleasure? The bastard child of a drug addict and the niece of a thief trying to ruin your company."

"I see."

"Do you?"

Two strides and we are in front of his desk. He tosses his dress shirt over the massive oak wood and sits me down on the edge as he pushes aside everything to make room for us.

Papers, files, and God know what else scatters across the floor as he pushes me back on the massive oak slab of polished wood.

My eyes went wide.

With a hand to my abdomen he pushed gently and I follow his lead willingly.

"Spread those beautiful legs for me, angel."

"Mason, what are you?—"

I barely manage a few words before I'm tossed back into the fantasy clouds I need to escape and floating on those puffy balls of pleasure like it's my second home.

And I never want to leave.

"Mason," I try again, burying my fingers into his hair. He drags his tongue from my virgin hole to my clit and I arch off the desk in delight. I gasp loudly and he moves his hands under my ass, cupping the mounds of flesh in his big, strong grip.

He spreads me and I can feel his saliva mix with my juices to drip down the crevice of my ass and wet the small entrance there.

I can feel my cheeks turn red as he works his tongue closer to my asshole. For all of three seconds I forget what it means to draw air into my lungs when he licks me from hole to hole, stopping to nibble on my bare pussy lips.

Then he does it again. Just when I was getting a handle on my inner sex kitten, he throws me off-kilter.

In the middle of Chicago's richest, and most reclusive billionaire's library I have my legs spread wide open on his desk getting my ass and pussy thoroughly eaten.

My night cannot get any more surreal.

I should know better than to challenge the gods of fate.

I cry out when he widens my untouched, pouty pink lips demanding all of me. He travels lower and lower until I feel him swirl his tongue around my asshole, sending shockwaves to pulse against every nerve in my body.

I gasp when he pushes against my back entrance with the tip of his tongue. Surprise tightens my grip in his hair and I'm left panting. A low groan slips from him, but he doesn't stop. He begins to knead me and my nipples stiffen.

My release builds when he pushes deeper with his tongue and I feel the heat creep from my core to spread across me like a fiery blanket of concentrated ecstasy.

Eyes closed and my whole core tightening, I lose myself in his touch and I whither and try to close my legs, but he's having none of it.

Using his massive shoulders my dominate alpha forces my legs apart and presses the rough pad of his thumb against my clit over and over again as he pushes just the tip of his finger into my virgin hole. I peer between my legs and see my sticky honey coating his mouth and chin and smile.

"Oh my God, Mason." I cry out when he drags his warm, wet tongue from ass to clit, only to do it again. If I wasn't already on my back there's no way my legs could hold my weight under such a delicious assault.

I need more, but I don't know what that more is.

He brings a hand up to rest on my stomach and traces slow circles around my navel. "Shh, sweetheart. I have you. Don't worry, angel. I know what you need."

He slips off my stilettos and places my feet on his wide, solid shoulders. Somehow this man has stirred something in me and I can't turn back now.

He circles my ass with a finger, replacing his tongue. "I'm going to fuck your ass… but first…"

He stops mid-sentence and I don't have to ask why. His mouth is full of my pussy. He's fucking me with his tongue as he plays with my ass and I'm past cloud nine and firmly sitting in outer space among the brilliant stars.

I screw my eyes closed tighter and let the moment take over me. All remnants of the good girl in me are shoved into the nearest closet in my lust-dazed brain as my inner vixen spreads her white wings.

"Mason, I, I… don't fucking stop."

Wicked and dirty things are on his mind and my body is up for the challenge. The way he tongues me sparks a deep curiosity of how I'll respond to his thick cock.

"Watch me, angel. Open your eyes and watch me give you the best orgasm of your life."

He slips his tongue between my folds to swirl the tip around the nub of my clit. Once. Twice. His pace is achingly slow and brutally fast in intervals and I'm gasping for the tiniest bit of air while the flames of my orgasm lick along my nerve endings.

So dirty.

So sweet.

Pulsing shockwaves of pleasure strike my core and I arch into his dark, wicked touch.

It's all so overpowering.

My orgasm hits in pulsating waves and I can't hold back the scream he pulls from me.

Loud and like a woman on fire.

"That's it, angel."

I pant, gasp, and cry out from the burst of energy that consumes me. "Let go, baby. Just feel," he murmurs softly.

I drink in his powerful body as he pushes to his feet and stands between my legs. My eyes slip closed as each and every molecule in my body hums.

I slowly fall from the clouds and he's there with his strong arms wrapping me in his protective hold. Just like he promised. Holding me, easing me through all the sensations he brought to life within me.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer until his cock nestles between my swollen pussy lips.

"You were right," I whisper in a hushed voice, not wanting to break the spell. I turn my face and slide my tongue along his wet lips and moan at the taste of my juices.

I've never felt so naughty and emboldened. Powerful yet so vulnerable all at once in my life.

Nothing I've ever done in the privacy of my own bedroom even comes close in comparison to how he's made me feel.

He was right.

A fine sheen of sweat makes his bare chest gleam in the flickering light of the fire and I reach out to pull him close.

"Most powerful orgasm. Ever," I croon and love the feel of his laughter rumbling in his powerful chest.

"The fun is just beginning, angel. I'm going to prove just how desirable you really are and when the time is right I'm going to push open these sweet, sticky lips and sink every inch of my massive cock into your tight hole."

I shudder from his dirty, filthy words and my attention is drawn downward where the tip of his dick is showing above the rim of his boxer briefs.

"Did you touch yourself while you licked me?" I raise to my elbows and he straightens to his full height, nodding.

"You know I did."

"Can I see?" Deciding against that I add, "Touch. I want to touch you there." I point and lick my lips. I wanted this man in the most primitive ways.

I guess he took that as a challenge. Because he grips my hips with his large hands and flips me over. I tense. With my ass in the air, I look over my shoulder just as he disappears until only the top of his head is visible.

"Mason!"

He clamps his hands on my ass and stops my shimmying.

Warm air hits my clitoris and I moan when he holds my ass cheeks open. I'm on full display and nothing stops a swift heat from consuming me.

And nothing stops the wetness from coating my pouty lips either and that says a lot about what turns me on.

Like a man consumed with hunger, he lavishes me with wickedly timed strokes of his tongue over every inch of my heated skin, leaving nothing untouched, unclaimed. He flicks the tip of his tongue across my clenched entrance as he ever so slowly buries a finger into my aching pussy and I'm once again lost to whatever he wants to do to me. I know I'm safe with him so I let go.

I no longer feel dirty and raise my ass off the desk, wanting more of his touch. More of everything.

Until this moment I didn't know it was possible to orgasm twice in one night. To feel such a surge of pleasure only minutes after an orgasm so strong I still felt weak.

But there were many firsts for me tonight and this is one of the most pleasurable.

Panting, I lay my forehead against the solid wood beneath me as he sinks his tongue deeper into my private spots.

"Mason," I moan and he swirls his thumbs into my soft, tender flesh. I reach under me and pleasure my clit as he works my ass with his tongue and my pussy with his fingers.

"Don't stop, Mason," I groan. I'm not sure if he understands me or not but I'm glad he increases his speed. I follow his lead and time my strokes to his.

One thrust of his tongue and a curl of his finger and a spark ignites.

Streams of liquid spill from my core to wet my thighs and I'm pretty sure his shirt, which crumpled beneath me.

Pleasure explodes. Electricity zings and my second orgasm hits almost as fast as the first, stealing every last hint of air from my lungs.

He releases his tight hold on my ass and pulls me into his strong arms. I bury my face into his chest and quiver with aftershocks.

"Absolutely phenomenal." I breathe into his strong shoulder, every muscle in my body systematically turning to complete mush, starting at my toes and quickly moving up.

"Next time don't ask if you can touch. Just take. I'm already yours."

He wraps my hair in his hand and tugs until I'm looking up at him.

"Lesson learned," I husk, trying to understand his words but my brain is having a hard time catching up.

Resting against the hard plains of his ample chest, my body sways with each of his steps as he carries me to the couch. Gently he settles me on his lap as he relaxes into the dark, plush leather of the couch. This close, the warmth of the fire brushes against my bare body like a soft hug.

I lean into him and take in his clean scent, the feel of his strong thighs supporting me and the hard ridge of his cock.

His eyes never leave mine and I groan, swishing my hips a little. "Now. Now it's my turn right? I reach between us and stroke his cock through his open zipper and the thin material of his boxers. Stubborn man still had his pants on but not for long if I have my way.

"Sleep, angel, there's time for that. I don't want you to do anything you will regret."

He pulls a soft blanket over my pleasured, naked body. Tired, spent, and more relaxed than I've felt in forever, my eyes begin to drift closed.

"How could I ever regret the best night of my life?"

Mason

I don't know how much time passed as I sit holding her close to my chest. A light snowfall begins and a silent night of peace overcomes the library. No outside disturbances or invasions of Christmases past.

Just her and myself.

Innocent and so young. I'm a bastard for tying her to me. I was so close tonight and only a fucking miracle kept me from taking her on my desk. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. When I take her I want her to be sure it's what she wants and I'm not some quick fix to a current problem.

Her face softens with sleep and it's hard to think of her as anything but genuine.

She deserves better than to be treated like some trinket.

The idea of taking the choice from her when so many already have in her short life is the only thing keeping me from stirring her awake and claiming her sweet virginity and giving her my seed.

Morning will be here soon and when the light peels back the darkness and she's had a chance to rethink her actions, then we'll see. I've never allowed my fate to rest in another's hands like this since I was a child, but this delicate woman does just that. Kind of fucking sobering. I cut checks and make deals handling more money than most people make in a lifetime. I also hold those same people's futures in my hands with the delicate balance of my company and several smaller companies I own. Tens of hundreds of people depend on my fair hand. One mistake could cost me their trust, and Allison's uncle is one mistake I'll have to handle. But how to do that without hurting her in the process leaves me sleepless.

I'll admit, the thought of her regretting me and going back with her uncle tears a hole in my chest. Hell, it makes my blood run cold.

I scrub a hand down my face before I stand, holding my sleeping angel tight to my chest, and make my way to my room.

I cover her in my blankets and feel a sense of pride to know I've provided the peace she must feel right now to sleep so soundly and press a soft kiss to her forehead. "Merry Christmas, angel," I whisper.

Before I slip from the room I place another log on the fire and leave her to a peaceful sleep.

Back in the library I step over the mess of papers on the floor and pour a healthy amount of whiskey in a tumbler instead. Like most Christmas Eves I wait for the ghosts of my Christmas past to haunt my thoughts, and almost like damn clockwork, the last memories of my mom before she walked out on my father and me on a night just like this twenty-five years ago try to push out all the good of the evening.

I slam back the whiskey and hope the fire of the liquid will burn away the bad memories, but no such luck. Nothing is ever that easy.

The guests left hours ago and the grounds beyond my window are still. Only the flurries of snow are moving. But the quiet won't last long.

I shove aside all the negativity and focus on the one good thing in my life. Allison. She's the single best thing that has happened for a long time and I know it's going to cost me to keep her.