Chapter 10

Mason

My entire life has been a series of reports. From grades to behavior to budgets. I’ve also had my fair share of publicity. When I started BanditFX, I used my connections in social media to propel my goals into becoming one of the most sought-after tech companies in Silicon Valley. I treat my employees like royalty, their pay is unmatched, and I diversified quickly, getting into every branch of the cyber world I could reach. There are articles and photos of me all over the internet. I’ve made friends and I’ve made enemies. I’m not a celebrity by any means, but there’s always some competitor out there looking for dirt to use as blackmail.

Dating is a nightmare. Not only do I suck at it, but I barely have time for a relationship.

It’s probably a good thing Leah rejected my sorry ass. I’d want to give her all my attention, twenty-four-seven, and I’m not at a place in my life where that’s possible.

Yet.

I truly thought we’d have fun together. I thought I found someone who is into the same things as me. But now that I’m sitting in my car, alone, without any distractions, reality sets in.

If I date Leah, social vultures will ask around about her. If it gets out that I’m dating a camgirl, my business deals could go south because a lot of folks in my line of business look down on that shit. Others will take advantage of it.

My social circle will eat her alive. They’d treat her like trash, and I’d end up beating the shit out of them, which will make parties and family dinners awkward afterwards. My parent’s opinions and actions are a moot point. If they discover I’m with a sex worker, they’d act faster than I can blink. My disownment has always been eminent. I just want to be the one who pulls the pin on that grenade, not them.

“Fuck my life.” A migraine’s brewing. Leaning back in my seat, I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes.

What possessed me to think it was a good idea to focus on my nonexistent love life today?

This woman has possessed me.

I’m not willing to walk away yet. I can’t. We have a connection, an energy, a something , and I need to see where it’ll go. She feels it too. I fucking know she does.

Four hours later, my ass is numb and lower back aches, but all that pain vanishes the instant Leah steps out of the building with a cell phone in her injured hand. She looks right at me, her eyes rounding like full moons, and storms over to my car.

I step out to greet her.

“What are you doing back here?” Her tone’s high and shaky.

“I didn’t leave.”

“WHAT?”

“I can’t just leave you stranded, Leah. How would you get to your next job?”

Her brows dig down. “Mak, I gotta call you back.”

“No way! Big Tech Dick is still there?” someone shrieks from the cell phone.

“You’re on speaker, Mak,” Leah growls through gritted teeth.

“Hanging up. Oh my god.” The line goes dead while Leah and I continue glaring at each other.

“Big Tech Dick, huh?”

“Shut up.” Leah jerks her cart forward. “We weren’t talking about you.”

“Sure, you weren’t.” My ego is preening. “Is that in reference to my personality or the actual size of what’s in my pants?”

“Neither. We were talking about my date I have later tonight. Which is, one hundred percent, not you.”

“Mmm hmm.” I open the trunk and put her stuff inside. “So, you’re dating my competition, is that it?”

“Yup.” Leah smooths out her Yankees shirt. “And he’s hot. So hot and funny and has big hands.”

“Big hands.” I bite back a growl because even though I’m pretty sure she’s teasing me with this bullshit, the idea of another man having his hands on her makes me feel territorial. Leah’s mine, even if she’s refuses to admit it yet. “Bigger than these?” I slowly wrap my hands around her waist and lean her against the trunk of my car.

“Mmm hmm.” Her cheeks turn bright pink.

“Does this hot, funny guy with big hands give you a better necklace than this?” I gently wrap one hand around her dainty throat while keeping the other at her hip. “Answer me, Princess.”

Her lips part slightly, while her pupils blow wide for me.

“I thought not.” Instead of letting go, I lean in until our mouths almost touch. “Does his hands feel better than mine when they do… this ?” I trail my fingers up her shirt and graze my knuckles along her ribcage.

Leah lets out a shaky breath. “Fuck, Mason.” Her fingers dig into my shoulders, but she doesn’t push me back.

“Tell me to stop,” I whisper. “Tell me to go away.”

“Would you listen this time?”

Fair question. “I’d stop. I might even leave. But…” I nip the flesh above her collarbone. “I really fucking hope you let me stay for a little while.” Dragging my tongue along the taut muscle in her neck, I love that her knees buckle.

Guess I found her weak spot.

“Let me help you with this last job,” I say against her ear. “The faster we get done, the sooner I get to spoil you with dinner tonight.”

“I thought it was breakfast tomorrow.”

“And I thought you had plans for the rest of your life.”

She whimpers when I suck on her neck again. “Fuck, Mason. Why…” I lick her again and blow hot breath against her skin. “Oh my god,” she squeaks. “What are you doing to me?”

“Negotiating,” I kiss her throat. “Begging.” I nip her earlobe. The sun set twenty minutes ago, and the streetlights finally turns on around us. “Want me on my knees, Princess?” Before she answers, I sink down on the asphalt.

“Oh my God, Mason. What are you doing ?”

I already told her. “Negotiating.” I spread her legs open a little wider for me. “Begging.” Lifting the hem of her shirt, I kiss her fluttering belly. “Say yes to me, Princess.”

“Yes to what?” Her knees nearly give out again when I nip the inside of her thigh. Looking up, I catch her scanning the area around us. Is she scared of getting caught or hoping we will?

Bad girl .

“Say yes to me.”

Leah gives in with a sigh. “Yes.”

I nuzzle her pussy, inhaling her scent through the flimsy cotton shorts.

I wasn’t lying earlier when I told her I’ve never felt more like myself with another person before. This is who I am. This is who I’ve always had to hide from the world. But Leah? She gets it. She enjoys the way the world spins around us, always threatening to catch us, forever keeping us on our toes.

We might run in different circles, but we’re the same in at least one thing: Putting on a show turns us on.

I shove my finger into her cunt, making her gasp. “What are you saying yes to, Princess?”

“You.” She tips her head back, enjoying my touch. “You and dinner. You and… fuck…” Leah arches to give me better access. “You… just you, X.”

X . I can’t say I hate her using that pseudonym for me. If anything, it lets me know when we’re in a game or not.

“Does my dirty little Princess like getting finger-banged in public?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, X.”

I rise to my feet and pump my finger into her harder. “Such a bad girl, getting off in the parking lot where she might get caught.”

“Y-you’ll get caught too.”

I lean in and suck the sensitive skin on her neck again. “I know.”

“Mmph.” Leah turns to putty in my arms. “I’m so close.”

I add a second digit, stretching her out a little more, filling her up. “Don’t be too loud. I’m not ready to share your screams yet.”

Leah goes rigid an instant before her pussy clamps down on my fingers, squeezing them, pulsing with a vice grip. “That’s my good girl,” Christ, feeling how tight she grips me is gonna make me blow my load. “God… damn .”

Once she’s ridden her climax and melts against my car, I slip my hand out of her shorts and suck my fingers off.

“Holy crap, Mason.” She holds her chest, catching her breath.

“Kiss me.” I lean down. When she doesn’t take my mouth, I arch my brow. “Please, Princess?”

My good manners pay off. Leah closes the tiny distance between us and our lips fuse.

My girl kisses me with her whole body. I can’t explain it, but that’s how it feels. She’s heavy against me, her lips supple as they press to mine. Her arms wind around my neck and tits push against my chest. We inhale the same breath while our tongues twirl around each other.

I swear I’m floating.

Then she breaks away slowly, shaking her head. “This is crazy.”

Not gonna argue with that. “But it’s fun, right?”

“Yeah.” Her cheeks redden when she giggles. “Okay, Buster. We have one more house to clean.”

“Then dinner,” I re-confirm.

“Yup. But I pick the place.”

My victory smile goes a mile wide. “Whatever you want, Princess.”