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Blake Mason stands well over six feet and fills a tailored suit like clothes were invented because of him.
If he was walking around uncovered, there’d be chaos.
He has dark, almost jet black hair with the subtlest hint of silver above his broad temples.
His chiseled jaw angles seamlessly into a strong chin with a cleft that makes me want to touch it straight away.
Makes me want to run my finger down it.
Have him run his huge hands, his thick fingers all down my body.
At a glance, and as a photographer, I can tell you he’s got a look that commands attention.
As a female I can tell you his appearance makes me want to pinch myself, to have someone take me aside and tell me this is real. That I’m not dreaming.
He looks like he’s stepped straight off the cover of ‘Hunk’ magazine and I just won a free subscription for as long as I’m looking at him.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I squeak, my voice rising an octave now and sounding like it’s coming from behind me.
He cocks his head to the side a little, puzzled.
“To pick you up, I mean,” I almost stammer, feeling my face redden again as I helplessly shift my gaze down to the man’s crotch.
Apart from me being late and sounding like a lunatic, he only seems to be more satisfied by the second.
His low growl of approval as he catches me peeking at him a second time shows he’s not shy. Embarrassed or upset I’m late or eyeballing his fun zone.
“I think your timing’s perfect, Krystal…?” he asks me, still looking slightly puzzled but that smile eclipses everything. Erasing any doubt this is the man I’m here for.
“Krystal Carter,” I announce, blushing again. Feeling stupid for not introducing myself properly, watching my tiny hand reach out for his.
As my hand disappears in his I feel something deep inside me shift.
“Pleased to meet you,” I wheeze, feeling my legs press together as I stifle a moan.
“The pleasure is all mine,” he says with such intensity as he grips my hand a little firmer that I gasp.
“Mine,” he repeats knowingly before our hands separate. A loss I feel instantly, craving more of his touch already.
I realize in a second he could tell me to do anything right now and I’d obey him. I’d bend over backward if I thought it would please him.
If I could bend over backward.
He could bend me—
“I guess we should get your bags,” I finally manage, pushing aside my erotic thoughts and working overtime to at least try not to sound like a blushing schoolgirl.
I’m twenty. I can adult as much as the next grownup.
Okay, maybe not with this guy. But I need to hold my shit together if this is gonna work.
“Already sent on,” he tells me swiftly, making it my turn to mirror his puzzled look.
“Well, let’s get you home then,” I shiver nervously, moving closer towards him with no idea why.
He casually takes my trembling hand in his again and before bowing slightly to press his lips to it, he tells me that’s the best idea he’s heard all day.
Chapter Two
Blake
I’m supposed to be on a flight of my own, heading to the Hamptons for some well-earned rest and to arrange some finances.
I still have a while before boarding, but with my luggage and ticket already checked in I decide it can wait.
It can all wait. Forever now.
I just happen to be passing the international arrivals, almost lost in admiring the strange looking new airport expansion when I see her.
There’s nobody else around, save for a cleaner heading in the opposite direction.
A perfect girl. The perfect girl, appearing like magic right in front of my eyes.
All just for me.
She’s top priority from now on. Whoever she is.
Seeing her for the first time from behind, I feel spoiled and I immediately want to return the favor.
Nothing happens by accident, and I’m not walking away from this once in a lifetime chance. I never notice girls or women either, so my heart’s in my throat when I spot her.
For twenty years I’ve looked at finance, my own success, and maybe the odd gray hair coming through, but I’m not shying away from this.
Not turning my back when I can see, I can just tell she’s needing what I want to give her as bad as I want to give it to her so suddenly.
Like, right. Fucking. Now.
I enjoy a few moments at least to watch her without her noticing me.
Her perfect, heart shaped ass filling denim as much as my shifting dick suddenly wants to fill her.
Hips that are begging for gripping, made for holding, and a raised ponytail of soft blond hair that shows her smooth soft neck.
A neck I focus on as I swallow hard, wanting this moment to last a while longer but knowing I’m already hungry to see her from the front.
