Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
He walked down the length of the room, checking down each aisle, like he had done on Saturday. Mason spotted her at the far corner of the end aisle. She was dressed in a pencil skirt and a white shirt, which peeked out beneath her jacket that had ridden up as she reached to place something on the shelf. He approached her before she had time to reach the shelf and he took the book from her, sliding it into the spot.
“There, all done,” he said.
Holly spun around and pressed a hand on her chest. “You scared me.”
“It wasn’t my intention. I wanted to help you. Normal people say thank you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Thank you.”
“And then they give the men for helping them, a kiss.”
“A kiss? So for every single guy that helps me, I should kiss him?”
He thought about random men helping her and he shook his head. “No, just me.”
This made her chuckle. “I figured you’d change your tune.” She put her hands flat on his chest and raised up on her toes, kissing his cheek. “Thank you.”
He cupped her waist, pulled her in close, and took the kiss. He was really chasing. He wanted to feel her lips under his. It had only been a couple of days since he had felt her close, but that was already too long.
As he slid his tongue across her mouth, she released a gasp, and he took complete advantage, deepening the kiss. He wanted her so badly he could taste it.
“You feel so good,” he said, pulling her body close against his. Damn. He wanted her naked. Looking left and right, he pressed her up against the bookshelves.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He smiled at her, but refused to answer as he grabbed her skirt and slowly began to bunch it up in his fist. Her eyes went wide and she looked left and right.
“Mason?”
Pressing his palm against her panty-covered pussy, he took possession of her lips, kissing her, swallowing down her moan. He panties were already wet and as he slid beneath the fabric, finally touched her, and she was soaking wet.
Mason broke the kiss, going toward her ear. “You’re going to have to keep quiet or someone is going to hear you.” His man would keep people off the second floor.
His men always knew how to do their job. He’d trained them well, and the only men he kept beside Holly were the ones he considered most faithful.
“We … shouldn’t … be … doing … this…”
“Do you want me to stop?” He moved his hand as if to pull away and she groaned, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.
“You’re being horrible to me.”
“No, I’m making up for lost time.” He stroked her clit, then moved down, plunging two fingers inside her cunt. “I don’t want your pussy to feel like I’ve neglected her. I bet she’s been without orgasms for two days straight.”
“No, she hasn’t,” Holly said.
Mason’s cock went even harder as he looked down at her. Holly had tilted her head back to look at him.
“What?”
“I don’t wait to have orgasms, Mason. I know how to take care of myself.”
This woman had come to this fucking planet for him. He was convinced of it. Staring into her eyes, seeing the temptress she was, staring right back at him. His cock ached. He wanted to be inside her.
For the past two days, he’d been wanting to see her, but he’d not wanted to mix his business with her. He didn’t want the hardness of his life, what he did, to ever touch her.
Holly leaned back and he saw the delicate column of her neck, and he stroked his tongue across the pulse, biting down just slightly, but then sucking on the flesh. He wanted to mark her so everyone who came to see her knew she was taken. No other man could have her. She was all his. Holly belonged to him.
Stroking his other hand up her body, he cupped her tit, playing with the nipple through the clothes she wore. This was torture.
Holly gasped and he saw her teeth sink into her lip as she tried to contain the sounds she clearly wanted to make. He wanted to drive her wild, to watch her orgasm for him and him alone.
Staring into her eyes, he waited, knowing she was close. He saw the flush building from her chest and as she came, she did so with a gasp and a moan, and he kissed her, helping to swallow down the sounds she made as she rode his fingers to completion. He didn’t stop until he knew she couldn’t take any more. Once he was satisfied, he pulled his fingers from her pussy and kissed the tip of her head.
“Good girl,” he said.
“We could have gotten caught.”
“No, we couldn’t. Do you think I’d ever share you with anyone?” he asked. Lifting his fingers to his lips, he licked each digit, moaning as he did so, tasting her sweet nectar. “How much longer do you have to work?”