“Alright, Mason. I’m listening.”
“Look,” he begins like he already has his argument prepared. “I have no desire to be in a relationship with anyone. I really have never been a relationship type of guy—”
“Clearly,” I interject. He purses his lips together at the comment, then continues. “And you can’t have anyone in your life right now, for the sake of Luca, so what if we justhooked up?”
“I don’t know. I’m not into you sharing your dick with me and then sticking it in other girls too. That seems extremely unsafe and disgusting.”
“Seriously, Bailey. What kind of man do you think I am? For one thing, I always use protection, pill or not. My dick is getting a bag for my own safety. And another thing, I wouldn’t hook up with anyone else without telling you first. Out of respect, of course. If either one of us becomes interested in being with someone else, we just let the other person know, and then at that point, we can call off our arrangement.” He smiles, cocking his head in my direction. “So, what do you think?”
“No expectations? And I can still be annoyed with you when we’re around other people without you taking offense to it?”
“Sure. If that’s what you need, fine,” he tells me, but it seems more like he’s dismissing my question.
I can’t believe I am about to agree to making my brother’s best friend my fuck buddy. The man who has lived up to his bachelor reputation—and still is, based on what he’s proposing.
“What’s in it for you?” I ask.
“Me? I look at this as a benefit for both of us. You get to get laid when you want, free of drama or commitments—and same goes for me. Now, for real, you can give your battery-operated friends a break and let me fuck you until you can’t walk anymore. Because that’s exactly what I plan to do.”
My nipples harden, and my pussy throbs at the sound of his words. I need another martini for this conversation. What I’m about to do I’m not sure if it’s the multiple martinis talking, my need to get laid right now, or the fact that this arrangement isactually appealing. Everyone keeps saying that I need to lighten up and have more fun.
Let’s have some fucking fun then.
I reach both my arms up to the back of my shoulder blades, unclasp the zipper on my dress in two fingers, and slowly tug it down. It’s so quiet in the hotel room that the sound of the zipper ricochets off the walls, making what I’m doing so much more real.
“Is that a yes?”
Without answering him, I let my uniform dress fall to the floor. His eyes grow wide as he scans my body, which is now only covered by a red lace bra and black panties.
“You’re fucking sexy,” he growls.
“Yes, we can try this. But no one can know,” I finally respond.
Mason’s hands come around, picking me up by my ass. “Obviously. Your brother would lose his shit,” he says before slamming me up against the wall.
I’m battling between wanting it and not wanting it. Not entirely sure I want to do this, when my body suddenly takes over the feel of him on my lips, his hardness prodding my abdomen.
And all of a sudden, I can think of nothing else.
Now that we’re free of any ramifications or weirdness, I release my inhibitions and let my body take over. I frantically bite and suck his neck and his shoulders, craving to taste all of him.
His lips soon find mine, and his warm tongue is back to teasing and devouring my mouth. I let my fingers run through his hair, pulling on the back of his head so his mouth can get deeper into mine. Our movements become more rushed as our bodies anticipate what’s coming.
Shifting all his weight against me, I’m pinned up against gray wallpaper as he starts to take off my pantyhose one leg at atime, taking my panties with them. Once those are thrown on the floor, he takes two fingers, sliding them into the heat between my legs. When his fingers meet the wetness of my arousal, he groans into my mouth. “That’s a good girl. You’re so fucking wet for me.” His voice is like silk wrapping around me.Did he just praise me?
Oh, my fucking god.
I moan with pleasure as his fingers circle my clit. My head falls back against the hollow hotel wall.
“I have to grab a condom from my pocket,” he says in a hurry.
Drunk on lust, I nod into the open air, not sure if it was even in his direction.
Mason gently removes his fingers, leaving me throbbing and panting for more. With one hand, he makes quick work of his belt and buttons on his pants. They fall to the ground, piling at his feet. I take my thumb and run it along his biceps and muscular shoulders, amazed at how he manages to keep me lifted with the strength of one arm. The landscape of his skin is smooth and smells of spice and leather.
Within no time, I hear the wrapper, and his free arm swings up, his palms bracing our weight on the wall behind my head.
His lips meet mine again, and they’re so soft and smooth. “Spread your legs wider for me, B,” he growls.
