Page 69 of Not Another Dark Romance

His eyes light up as he checks me out. “I would have to say more. Because I used to think of what was happening in a very abstract, fantasy way, like it would never happen to me, even if I wanted it to. But now, I’m fully taking notes and planning what we can try next.”

“I’m all ears,” I assure him with a laugh. “It’s worked out great for me so far.”

“I’d have to agree. Oooh! Is that another present?” he asks, holding his hands out in a grabbing motion toward the bag.

“Sort of,” I answer, pulling out the chilled champagne and plastic flutes I got. “We’re celebrating.”

“Yay! But what are we celebrating?”

I pull up his website on my phone. I’ve completely redone it to match his new social media branding and help streamline his sales. I turn it to face him so he can see the final bid price his latest piece sold for.

His mouth falls open. “Holy shit. That was for one painting?”

“Yes, and that was the last one ready to be sold in the collection we’d promised, so I think it would be smart to wait awhile and build up some hype before you sell any more.”

“Whatever you think. I am loving not having to worry about the business end of things. Wasn’t today your last day working full time at the restaurant? We can celebrate that too!”

I carefully remove the cork without the bottle exploding and pour us each a glass as I answer. “Yeah, we’ll see how it goes with the brewery opening, but I’ll still be there a couple of days a week.”

“Well, these all sound like great things, so cheers to us for being so amazing.” He holds his glass up to mine with a huge smile, and I clink mine against it.

“Cheers to us.” I take a sip of the bubbly liquid and almost choke, laughing at Mason, who immediately tips the whole thing back.

He looks up at me with his favorite falsely innocent expression. “What? It’s been ages since I drank anything.”

I smile as I refill his glass. “Nothing, you’re just kind of adorable.”

“Adorable?” he asks, feigning offense. “Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

“I could never forget, Little Psycho. Is that better?”

“Yes, Master.”

I put my glass down on the extra dresser I had in here and close the distance between us, gripping him by his hips to pull him closer to me so I can graze my teeth over his jaw. I follow up the tease of a bite with a kiss and continue placing kisses on his neck and up his face until finally meeting his lips with mine. He tastes like the champagne, and he smiles softly when I finally pull away.

“Still adorable, Pet. Adorable and psychotic.” I gently bite him again on the other side of his neck, and he moans as I pull back to look him in the eyes. “I’m very proud of you, Mason. Your art is incredible. I’m glad that you’re getting recognition for how talented you are.”

He sucks in a sharp breath. “Thank you, Zane. And thanks for helping with everything. Your support has meant a lot to me.”

I pull him in tighter, tucking his head into my chest as I wrap my arms around him. “Of course. Now let me spoil you. Enjoy your champagne.”

He immediately pulls back with a huge smile on his face and takes another large gulp. It doesn’t take long for the alcohol to take effect, and I quickly find out Mason is even more adorable when he’s tipsy. I had no idea he had any sort of filter with some of the wild shit that’s come out of his mouth in our time together, but apparently he’s even less reserved when he’s drinking.

“Oh, I want to put music on,” he announces and grabs his phone to put on a playlist. “Now, sit on the bed.”

I have no idea where his mind is at, but I do as he says as he starts putting on a show for me, singing and dancing.

My cheeks hurt from smiling until a classic strip show song comes over the speaker, and Mason’s face breaks out in a huge grin before he quickly replaces it with a more seductive look. He starts stripping out of his clothing, piece by piece, teasing me by bending over in front of me and shaking his hips. I enjoy the show, lazily jerking off until he kneels on the floor below me, working his own cock as he begs me to come on his face.

Seeing him covered in my release satisfies that dark possessive side of me, but it’s never enough. I know it’s only temporary, and I’ll have to clean him up soon, but I enjoy it while I can.

Once the bottle is empty, we order food to be delivered, shower, then eat in bed as we watch another movie Mason picks. When we’re done, he curls up, tucking himself against me.

It’s kind of hard to wrap my head around how easy everything with him has turned out to be. How some nights can feel so lighthearted and fun like this, while others turn into me tying him to the bed while I remind him of what a pathetic slut he is. I know it probably wouldn’t make sense to a lot of people, but we truly complement each other so well.

I pull him closer to me so I can lean in and place a soft kiss on his pink curls. I want to tell him how much he means to me, how happy he’s made me, but when I lean over to see if his eyes are open, he’s already fallen asleep.

Another time.