“Don’t ever hit me again.” Mason had a steely look in his eye that almost scared her.
“You deserved it.” She licked her lips. “Let me go.”
His hands went to the crease of her ass and her leg and lifted, ripping her skirt even more. She gripped his cut to keep her balance. She wasn’t sure exactly what was happening. One moment, he was intriguing, the next intimidating, right before he changed to purely sexual. He looked like a feral animal ready to pounce and, dammit, she had made herself the prey.
Her legs came around his waist so her pussy pressed against his stomach. He carried her up the back steps to the deck, laying her on the chaise lounge.
She glanced around then looked up at him. “This is where I’m sleeping tonight?”
“No.” He pulled his gloves off and moved over her, his hands coming to her front to rip the skirt off her completely. “You’re going to sleep in my house. A nice king-sized bed. I’ll give you the option of my company.”
“Company.” She meant it as a question, but it came out as a statement.
He didn’t bother looking up at her, instead reaching for the scrap of lace covering her. He hooked his fingers in the edges and ripped. The action had her sucking in a shocked breath. The cool sea air caressed her wet flesh, eliciting even more delicious sensations. With what little good judgement she had left, she tried pushing him away, but he had her pinned and didn’t seem interested in letting her go.
He pressed one hand against her leg, forcing it to the side, while he used his body to keep her other leg from moving. She felt vulnerable, yet needy. She shouldn’t allow professional lines to be crossed, yet she knew she couldn’t stop him. She didn’t want to. His fingers brushed her sex and she let out a soft moan.
“You don’t like motorcycles, huh?” He held her open with one hand, spreading her apart while he plunged two fingers inside her. “You’re a fucking liar. I knew this hot pussy was wet.”
He leaned in to taste her. Addison gripped his biceps. It seemed he had her exactly where he wanted her and she wasn’t about to tell him no. His fingers curled inside her, stroking her to the point she really didn’t care who he was or what he’d said. The moonlight created a soft ambiance around them, and Addison really hoped no one decided to go for a midnight swim in the gulf.
He flicked his tongue over her clit, applying enough pressure to make her squirm. She lifted her hips, pressing her against his face while he continued to finger-fuck her. God, she never did anything like this. The last time she’d had sex was underneath the blankets with the lights off in a bedroom. She’d never even dreamed of fucking a man’s face on the deck of his beach house.
His tongue settled over her clit and she let out a moan. He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, stabbing it into her. Addison gripped his head, eyes half-closed as he continued to slide his tongue along her slit. She arched her back off the lounge as he persistently tormented her. He set everything inside her on fire. His fingers returned, thrusting inside her. She undulated her hips with the rhythm of his mouth, closing her eyes to the pleasure. She tightened her fingers in his hair, holding him to her.
She came hard, her cunt clenching his fingers tightly as Addison rubbed against his face. Her chest rose and fell heavily as she forced air into her lungs. How the hell could sex be so mind-blowing when they’d barely even started?
“I see one of two options for you.” Mason lifted his head, licking his lips as he watched her. “We can finish this with a night full of hot, wild sex. Or you can go inside my house, climb in my bed and go to sleep alone.”
Addison heard her pulse pounding in her ears. She had court in the morning. A night full of hot sex sounded like a whole lot of fun, but not something a smart lawyer like herself should do with her convicted-felon client. God, she hadn’t realised how much her body would betray her. She didn’t even want to think about how long it had been since a man had given her an orgasm, much less the promise to create a running tab for them.
His mouth pressed against her inner thigh, forcing her to look at him. She wasn’t sure why he’d asked her or even given her the option of sleeping alone. She figured he would simply try to take what he wanted without giving her much consideration.
“What’s your choice?”
Addison bit her lower lip. “You’re really asking me this?”
He stared at her. When he didn’t say anything, Addison blew out a breath, knowing her body would hate her for the rest of her life. Her mind ruled, though, and she couldn’t spend the night with him. It was bad enough that she’d let him eat her pussy on his deck. She moved past him, grabbing the scrap of fabric once known as her skirt, and wrapped it around her waist.
“Can you please unlock your house?”
He stared at her a moment before pushing up from the lounge and moving to the door. He typed in a code on the outside keypad and grabbed the doorknob none too gently. He held the door open for her. She knew he was pissed, but didn’t say anything. What they had done tonight was too much as far as she was concerned.
“Bedroom’s down the hall,” he mumbled. “Make yourself at home.”
She knew she’d made the right decision, but her body didn’t agree. Addison disappeared down the hall and found the large master bathroom. She immediately stripped off what was left of her clothing and started the shower.
Why did she let him get to her? She should have put a stop to it when she’d climbed off the bike. She was pissed, and yes, he turned her on. Faster, really, than she’d expected. The idea of his cock between her legs did appeal to her greatly. She closed her eyes and the image of his dick pumping into her filled her mind. God, he had a nice cock. Long and thick, perfect in all the best ways. She’d seen it on numerous occasions at the MC. She pictured him bending her over and fucking her from behind like all the other pussy that came to the club. She never really thought about it, but she wanted to be those kinds of girls for once, forgetting she was the responsible lawyer and letting him take her hard. If he hadn’t stopped to give her a choice, she probably would have let him.
But he had stopped, and she’d gone with her level-headed thinking. She didn’t need to get more involved in his world. What involvement she already had was bad enough.
She showered and dried off. When she went to the bedroom, she found Mason searching through his dresser for a pair of sweats. He shut the drawer and turned to her.
“T-shirts are in the closet and shorts are in the bottom right drawer, unless you sleep naked.”
She took a deep breath. “I don’t. Thanks.”
He almost looked disappointed. He grabbed his sweats and headed out of the room. “Night, Addy.”
He closed the door behind him, ignoring any type of response she might have had.
* * * *
Mason woke up at six and decided to go for a jog on the beach. He’d been fighting a hard-on since he’d left Addison’s office and it left him in a nearly permanent state of pain. He really needed to get off, but he didn’t want some easy pussy sucking him off. God, he was sick of that I’ll-do-anything-you-want pussy. He wanted Addison, and he wanted her bad.
He jogged until he felt the burn in his calves then he turned and went back home. Addison had rejected him, something he wasn’t used to. Most women he’d been around didn’t normally turn him down when he promised them a night of mind-blowing orgasms.
She gave as good as she got, he had to give her that. She didn’t back down when he came at her. She didn’t cower in any fashion. He couldn’t intimidate her, and that turned him on even more. God, she had balls that would make some of the guys at the club jealous.
He jogged to his house and stopped, bending over at the waist with his hands on his knees. He loved the fresh salty air in the morning. No one was up and it was perfect peace away from the buzzing city life. He took a few breaths and climbed the deck stairs, punching in his code to unlock the door.
“I don’t care if my office was shot up. We’re still working. That means your ass needs to be at the office at eight. We’ve got court at nine and nothing changes.”
Mason took a step inside and found Addison in his kitchen on the phone, sipping a cup of coffee she’d obviously made. She had no trouble fitting into his life. He liked that about her as well.
She slammed the phone down and groaned.
“Problems?”
She arched an eyebrow. “I was hoping when I woke up this morning that last night had been a terrible nightmare and this was all a dream. I was wrong.”
She wore his T-shirt and gym shorts, looking fucking delicious in every way. She sipped from her coffee mug and set it to the side.
“I need clothing. Is there any way I can go to my house to get something to wear?”
“What do you want to get?” Mason asked, taking a seat at the kitchen bar.
“Everything. A suit, blouse, panties, bra.” She stared at him. “It seems my suit from yesterday, a Donna Karan suit I might add, is now rags. Along with my panties, but those weren’t designer.”
He rubbed a hand over his face. “I’ll get you a new suit. Panties too, if you insist.”
She scoffed. “I have court at nine. Do you think it will be before then?”
He pulled out his cell phone and dialled Jack’s number. “Hey. Put Lila on the phone.”
He waited a moment then heard a groggy female voice. “Hey, Mase.”
“Will you two go shopping for me? Get me a couple of female suits, panties, bra and blouses.”
“Oh. Okay. What size?”
Mason looked at Addison. “What size?”
“Four.”
Mason relayed the message.
“Um, what size bra?”
Mason stared at her breasts. “What are you a 32C?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“32C. Get designer only, she likes Donna Karan. Also, she’s a lawyer, so I need this before eight.”
“The mall doesn’t open until ten.”
“Figure something out.” He hung up and sat the phone to the side.
“Are you serious?” Addison asked.
Mason stared at her. “What?”
“You just make a phone call and it happens?”
Mason nodded. “Yeah. Pretty much.”
“Wow.” She picked up her mug.
The disapproving stare didn’t set well with him. He propped his elbows on the countertop. “Are you always this big of a bitch in the morning?”
She actually laughed. “Why? Too much for you to handle?”
Mason tilted his head to the side. “Do you want me to handle it?”
Her eyes turned to a dark shade of emerald. “I think you should stick to your business and leave me to mine. What transpired last night is not going to happen again. It should have never occurred in the first place. We have a professional relationship. It needs to stay that way.”
Mason scooted his stool back, taking his time to stand. He kept his eyes on her as he walked around the bar, pinning her to it with his body. He gripped the counter top on both sides of her.
“Says the woman standing in my kitchen in my clothes. You are
my
business and I am
your
business.”
She set her coffee down. Before she had time to rip him a new one, he cupped her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. Her initial shock provided him with the perfect opportunity to taste her, and when she kissed him back, he knew he had her. He knew her body wanted him, and she simply didn’t want to give in. She’d been too wet last night to say any different.
He pulled her against him with his other hand, squeezing her ass while his mouth explored hers. She pressed her hands against his bare chest, but didn’t push him away. That was good enough for him.
He lifted her to the counter and nudged her legs apart so he could move between them. Her mind was the factor that made seducing her damn near impossible. He could fix that.
He slipped his hands beneath the shirt and pulled her against him. She didn’t protest as much as he’d thought she would. His cock ached and he damn well might explode if he continued on with the torment. But she tasted so good, and he enjoyed it. Far too much.
A knock at the door sounded and he tore his mouth from hers. “Who the fuck is here now?”
Addison shrugged and he groaned. The person didn’t go away and neither did the tent in his pants. He lifted her off the counter.
“Go answer it.”
Addison laughed. “Now who’s grouchy?”
He took a deep breath. “Don’t think for one second that I won’t tell them to fuck off and take you to my bedroom to finish what you started last night.”
She smiled. “I’m going.”
She went to the back door and opened it. Mason could see a clear shot of Jack and Lila which only pissed him off more. He gripped the edge of the counter.
“Hey, brother.” Jack took a seat at the bar.
“Someone had better be dying or I’m going to kill you for stopping by.”
Jack grinned knowingly. “Lila wanted to meet your girl.”
“And you couldn’t talk her out of it? Or better yet, wait until she got the stuff?”
Jack grinned wider. “You know women.”
Mason unfortunately did. He huffed a breath. “I need a drink.”
“Probably a cold shower too.”
Mason glared at him. “Get the fuck out of my house.”
He laughed and stood. “Doll face, come on. We’ll chit-chat later. Mason’s in a grumpy mood.”
Lila came into the kitchen. “Mase, why are you grumpy?”
He ran a hand over his face. “Because no one has sucked my cock in over a week and I haven’t fucked anyone for three.”
Lila’s eyes grew wide. “Oh. Gotcha. We’re leaving now.”
Addison had a great poker face. “Oh, you should stay. There’s no groupies here. His state of distress won’t be changing any time soon.”
“Addy,” he said by way of warning.
Lila laughed and met Jack by the door. “Somehow I don’t think Mason wants a groupie.”
Addison saw them out and turned to him afterward. “You’d better get on that phone and dial, because I’m not having sex with you.”
During the entire time in lock-up, Mason had wanted to know what made her tick. The workaholic, goody two-shoes made him want to pull her aside and fuck her until neither one of them had energy to move. Most of their conversations happened in a small room with a glass partition, but he’d known one day he’d touch her soft skin, taste her flesh. He hadn’t really given up that fantasy either.