Chapter 17

Leah

Look, I live loudly and unapologetically. I spoil myself whenever I can, but this? What Mason’s doing? He’s gone next level. Last night was amazing. Hot bath, hot sex, hot room service eaten in bed. Once again, we stayed up talking until way too late and I think I fell asleep first.

I woke up to Mason’s head between my thighs. When I stirred, he gripped my legs harder to make sure I stayed still for him. He had this wicked grin and my arousal shining on his mouth when he looked up at me and said, “Good morning, Princess.”

A girl could get used to this.

Coming to California on a whim is turning out to be the best thing ever. I’m going to remember this trip for the rest of my life, and I haven’t even left our suite yet.

But now Mason has work to do, which means I’m on my own for the day. It’s cool. I plan to shop, explore, and check out the spa they have in the hotel. For now, I’m enjoying watching Mason get ready for work while I lay in bed like a fluffy, lazy cat.

“Take my black card,” he says after I tell him my plans for the day.

“No way. I have my own money.”

Mason glowers at me from across the room, clearly not happy. “I want to spoil you, and you’re denying me that privilege?”

“Ugh, don’t say it like that.” I roll out of bed and wince.

Mason is on me in an instant, helping me stand. “You’re still sore?” His mouth turns to a frown. “Damnit, I was too hard fucking you last night, wasn’t I?”

“Easy, buddy, don’t go inflating your dick’s ego. I’m just stiff.” My joints always hurt in the morning. It’s another reason I take a hot bath every day. My bones hurt like I’m ninety-six, which sucks.

But honestly, I am a little sore from last night, too. Mason fucks like an animal and I love it.

“You’d tell me, right?” He’s still holding my waist, worry making his brows dig down. “If I’m being too rough, you’d say something. Promise me you’d say something, Leah.”

“Hey, whoa, chill.” I boop his nose. “I like the way it hurts.”

Mason stills. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s a good hurt, X.” My body’s already craving his touch again. This chemistry between us isn’t just fun, it’s addictive. “I want you again.” Hooking my arms around his neck, I lure him back in the bed with me.

“I can’t be late for this meeting, Princess.”

“Then fuck me fast, X.”

“Jesus.” He peels his shirt off and unbuckles his belt while I rake my fingers through his hair and shove my tits in his face. “I swear you’re going to break me, woman.”

“Awww, poor baby.”

He spreads my legs and dives his big tongue inside me. “We don’t have time for your mouth!” I smack his head. “I want your dick.”

“You get what I give you,” he growls, before sucking on my clit.

I’m still overstimulated from last night and my clit is extra sensitive. He has me coming in less than a minute, with my eyes rolling back as my body catapults into pure bliss. I scream Mason’s name.

He looks up from between my legs and smiles. “Say it louder. The penthouse didn’t hear you.” He peppers kisses all over my body until he reaches my mouth. “You’re so gorgeous when you come, Princess.” He slides his cock inside me, and I realize he’s not wearing a condom.

We’d discussed this last night, but it’s still a little freaky not using one.

I’ve got an IUD. I’m clean. He’s clean. And it was my idea to go without a barrier. Great dick must make me stupid.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans in my ear.

Mason fucks like a storm. He doesn’t just piston his hips. He surges. The man’s entire existence seems to laser focus on giving me pleasure.

“Turn over.” He pulls out long enough for me to roll onto my belly, then he crawls on top and plunges into me again. His mouth is hot on my skin when he latches onto my shoulder. That body part is my absolute kryptonite.

He bites down.

“Fuck,” I squeak. “Again.”

I can’t describe how good it feels to have my pleasure laced with a little pain. We tried it last night, and this only confirms that I definitely enjoy straddling the line.

Mason licks the spot he just bit, soothing it. “Your pussy clenches whenever I kiss you here.”

He puts his mouth on me again, groaning because he’s right; I do clench when he does that. It’s an automatic response I can’t control.

“You’re so wet, Princess.” His mouth works in wicked ways, driving my lust higher and higher.

With his arms bracketing my shoulders, I’m pinned in place. Keeping my hips tilted up and lower back arched, I let him drive me towards another climax. I see stars when I come this time.

“That’s a good girl,” he growls. “Grip my dick with your pussy. Make me come.”

All I can do is whimper while he fucks me.

“Where do you want it, Princess?”

Inside me , I want to say, but I’m too afraid to go that far. Last night I took him in my mouth. “My ass,” I grunt. “Come all over my ass, X.”

“Ask me nicely.” He bites down on my shoulder, and I nearly come again.

“Please,” shit, fuck, holy hell, he feels so good . “Please come on my ass.”

The instant he pulls out, I regret my decision. Mason unloads all over my spread cheeks and I wonder what it would feel like to have all that pumped inside of me instead.

I really need to lay off the Cyborg romance novels.

Mason kneads my ass, squeezing me roughly. “That looks so goddamn pretty.”

Before I can move, he leans down and drags his tongue through the mess he just made on me.

I… I’m… ummm a new kink just unlocked, my friends. Rolling over slowly, I gawk as he stares down at me with heavy-lidded eyes and asks me, “Are you sore now?”

I shake my head.

“Good. Because when I get back from my meetings, I’m going to fuck you properly until dinner.”

He stands up and grabs his clothes again, redressing as if he didn’t just cause me to ascend into my final form. “Will you come with me tonight?”

“I came with you just now.”

“Dinner, Princess.” Mason works on his tie. “Will you join me for dinner tonight?”

I’m not sure I should. “It’s a dinner meeting , right? Do you really want a date to that?”

“I want you. Hell, I’d have you on my lap for all my meetings today if I could. But there’s no reason both of us should be bored to tears.”

“I didn’t pack anything fancy. All I have is a sundress and some shorts.”

“Wear whatever you’re most comfortable in.”

“No way! You’re going to go looking like…” I flick my hand in the air, “ that .”

His eyebrows raise to his hairline. “That?”

“Like sex on a stick! You can’t go looking that good while I’m dressed like a tourist.”

His laugh takes up the whole bedroom. “You’re overthinking it, Leah. Who cares what you wear? It’s dinner with a bunch of stuffy motherfuckers who should count their lucky stars that they get to be in your presence.”

That’s not true. “I’ll look for a nice dress today while I’m out.”

He digs his wallet from his pocket and pulls out his black card. I immediately object, but he rebuttals with, “It’s a business expense. Please, give me the write off.”

Like he needs it? This is just a poor excuse for me to accept his offer. “Fine.” I pluck the card from his fingers. “But just so you know, I’m going to a thrift store, which means your deduction will be minimum.”

“Mmm hmm.” His victory smile is so sexy. “Just in case you can’t find anything there, I’ll call ahead and make sure a few other stores are ready for you.” He starts listing a bunch that are way above my pay scale.

“Wow, Big Tech Daddy. You really know your fashion icons.”

“My sister has accounts in all of them. Drop her name and I bet they’ll give you free shit.”

Laughter bubbles out of me, and I playfully smack his arm. “You better freshen up and get dressed. You’re going to be late for work.”

“I’m the boss. I can’t get fired for being late.” He’s on me again, kissing me like I’m better than caffeine to get his mojo going in the morning.

“Keep this up, and you’ll never see the inside of your office again, Mr. Finch.”

“Keep looking this goddamn delicious, and I just might quit, anyway.”

I know he’s only joking, but it sounds like there’s a hint of truth in those words.

Either that or I’m delulu.

Before I get to overthink it, Mason backs off and finishes getting dressed. “Is that what a nest would be like?”

It takes me a second to realize he’s asking about what’s in the smutty omegaverse novels I like. “Yeah,” I say, curling up in the puffy pillows and soft blankets. “But add more blankets and creature comforts.”

“Like snacks and fuzzy socks?”

“Whatever makes her happy.”

Mason nods, as if he’s making a mental note, and then crawls into bed to kiss me goodbye. “I’m really sorry I have to leave.”

“Don’t be.”

“I feel like a prick.”

“Why?”

“I lure you here, then abandon you.”

“Someone’s gotta make that money, baby.” Speaking of which, I really need to log into my account and upload new material, or my patrons are going to get cranky.

Ugh, the thought of being Daisy Ren while I’m with Mason feels wrong on so many levels.

“Hey.” He tips my chin with his finger. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I play it off. “Why would you think something’s wrong?”

“You get this extra crinkle in your forehead sometimes.”

I do not. “Nothing’s wrong, I swear.” The last thing I want is for Mason to leave the hotel room with any guilt, especially since I know he’s already feeling bad that he’ll be gone all day. “Get to work, Big Tech Daddy. Go forth and…” I wiggle my fingers, “make big security firewall cookies.”

His laughter hits me in the chest.

We kiss goodbye again and he reluctantly leaves. Being with Mason is so easy. We have great chemistry, the sex it off the charts, and I don’t feel like a disappointment around him.

And I’m not fake.

Just as I’m basking in post-orgasm bliss, my cell dings with a text.

Mason : Use that tub and bed to make some video content for Daisy Ren if you’d like. Give them something to hate me for.

That last bit throws me off.

Leah : Why would they hate you?

Mason : Because you’re mine, Princess. And soon enough, everyone will know it.

My heart slips and falls on its ass.

Leah : Oh yeah? Going public, are we?

There’s no way that will happen. I’ll lose my job and what’s worse is he’ll be the laughingstock of the fancy pants richy-rich society he’s in. It’s too much to risk.

Although we’re risking it right now, aren’t we?

It doesn’t matter if we’re in another state. We’re still together. He’s still amidst his peers and mutuals. Something could go sideways and one or both of us will pay for it.

But part of me doesn’t care. I like being with him. Mason is spontaneous and reckless, like me. He matches my energy. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone who can match my kind of fucking energy?

I thought it was impossible until Mason came into my universe.

Staring at the phone screen, I wait for him to reply. He doesn’t.

The fucker left me on read!

Two hours later, I’m out of bed, freshly showered, and ready to explore the city. Mason still hasn’t answered me, which pisses me off like you wouldn’t believe.

You’re gonna pay for that .

Plucking his black card off the bed, I smile wickedly.