Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Mason nods thoughtfully.
“Yeah, your mom has changed a lot over time,” he says. “But it’s not without reason. She has been ill.”
I nod.
“But did she did tell you that I was coming to stay with her at least?”
The handsome man nods again.
“Yes, she mentioned it, and I didn’t think anything of it because the cottage is big enough for two. It’s even big enough for three,” he smiles, glancing down at my belly.
I place my hands on my burgeoning stomach, shooting him a long look then.
“Well, if you guys were basically on good terms, then why did you decide to evict my mom when you did? I mean, what changed? It sounds like you were okay with having a houseguest in your in-law unit, and barely even crossed paths with us most days.”
Mason’s expression turns wolfish as he puts down his fork.
“Because of you, of course. You moved in.”
I stare at him.
“Me? But you knew–”
The alpha male shrugs, and the air between us shivers with promise.
“When Elsa said her daughter was moving in, I didn’t think anything of it. Really, I had no expectations whatsoever. But when you showed up, everything changed, sweetheart. I saw you in the garden, day after day, and you were incredibly gorgeous, Chelsea, not to mention utterly ripe with that big belly and sweet smile. Suddenly, I knew I wanted to change the terms of the deal. I wanted you, honey, and I was going to find some way to have you.”
“Mason–” I gasp, utterly shocked.
He shrugs, unconcerned.
“I’m not like most men you know, Chelsea. Other men will beat around the bush, feinting this way and that before finding a way to worm into your life. But not me. I take what I want, and when I decided I wanted you, I made it happen. So here we are.”
My mouth opens and closes without sound as my heart hammers because this man is a true alpha male. He’s utterly sure of himself, and totally confident in his manner. Suddenly, I realize that Mason Richards is not a man to be trifled with. Although he hasn’t shown me the full extent of his power yet, the knowledge that it’s there thrills me and scares me at the same time. Suddenly, I know that I’m in over my head, but it’s a helpless situation. There’s nothing I can do to stop my fall through space, and even more thrilling, I want it.
Mason reads my mind because suddenly, the dark man takes my hand, his blue eyes gleaming.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?”
I don’t have to ask about what because my body’s already leaning in towards his. With a deep chuckle, he closes the distance between us, seizing my mouth with his own. Our kiss goes from zero to sixty within seconds, and I moan slightly, leaning into his touch. I need his hands on me. I need him in me.
Mason reads my mind because he stands suddenly, breaking our liplock in order to sweep me into his arms, bridal-style. I let out a quiet yelp, shocked at how easily he manages to lift my pregnant body, but the billionaire doesn’t hesitate. Within seconds, we’re making our way up a sweeping staircase to the second floor, and then we’re entering a darkened suite filled with heavy, masculine furniture. I don’t see much because Mason dumps me on the bed, curves jouncing everywhere, before ripping my cocktail dress off.
“Oh!” I cry out with shock. But my man moves fast because within seconds, I’m completely nude and he stops for a moment, just staring at my lush curves.
“Fuck,” he mutters throatily, taking in my huge teats, bulging belly, and dripping slit. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined, sweetheart.”
Acting on instinct, I lean back, spreading my thighs while cupping my pendulous breasts in my hands.
“Come and take what’s yours, big boy,” I purr. “Taste it.”
He doesn’t hesitate at all. Within a second, his mouth is fastened on my clit, making me squeal with excitement.
“Unnh!” I scream, throwing my head back. “Oh god!”
I arch my back as he drags his tongue down the left side of my slit, before going back up the right. Then he circles my clit with his tongue a few times before dipping down to fuck my tight little hole.
“Goddamn, you taste so good,” he rasps against my swollen flesh. “Like pure honey, sweetheart.”
But Mason’s a sick fuck because he pushes me down and then pushes my knees up so that they’re bent at my shoulders.
“Grab on,” he growls.
I do as he asks, holding my knees back, and the position is utterly dirty because I’m literally spread out before him like a feast, my gleaming slit and rosebud asshole totally exposed. But Mason doesn’t hesitate even for a second. He reaches down to press a kiss to my bottom hole, before standing up and ripping off his clothes. I start and gasp, staring at the length between his thighs.