Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I totally just exposed you like that! That was so not cool!”
I grin. “Seemed to shut Jeremy up.”
“Yeah, probably because your big toe is bigger than Jeremy’s dick.”
I grin wider, wrap the towel around my waist again, and then pull her close. She hesitates for one second, glancing around.
“Wait, the neighbors…”
I shrug. “Do you honestly give a shit about the neighbors seeing us?”
She frowns and shakes her head. “You know, no, I don’t.”
I laugh. “I mean they just saw my cock, so, can’t imagine us holding hands and kissing is going to violate any decency laws.”
She beams up at me, grabs my waist, and then leans up to kiss me softly on the lips.
“Sorry,” she murmurs. “That whole thing didn’t really go as planned.” She frowns. “Well, there was no plan, but that could have gone a little better.”
“Yeah, well, it’s over,” I shrug and then grin. “Plus, I’ve wanted to punch that fuckhead in the mouth ever since I met him.”
“I wish you had sooner,” she giggles.
I smile and lean down to kiss her again. “You know what I think?”
“What?”
“I think you need to get that ass back inside, back upstairs, and on all fours on your bed, right now.”
Something sparks in Layla’s eyes, and she rakes her teeth over her lip.
“Oh is that what you think?”
“Layla,” I growl. “Get your ass inside, undressed, and on that bed, right fucking now.”
“Oh I like growly Mason,” she whispers heatedly, grinning at me. “I like growly Mason a lot. But you’re not too worn out?”
“With you?”
She shrieks as I scoop her into my arms and start marching for the house. “Fuck no.”
Chapter Eleven
Layla
My entire body tingles, and I’m grinning like a complete idiot with my head against his chest.
Holy. Fuck.
I’ve never once had sex like the sex I’m having with Mason—not even freaking close. It’s like he makes every single cell in my body orgasm at once—like he’s not only deeper inside of me physically than anything I’ve ever known, but like he’s deeper inside my head than anything else, too.
I groan and roll into him, and when I look to see him grinning at me back, I giggle.
“What?”
“You,” he growls. “I just can’t believe you’re fucking real.”
I giggle. “What? What do you mean?”
“I mean you’ve legitimately been my fantasy girl since high school, Layla.”
I grin, and my jaw drops. “Oh come on. What, like a crush?”
He shakes his head, and his eyes spark with something hungry. “No, not just a crush. I mean I lusted after you, beautiful. I was hard like the whole time you lived here before New York.
I gasp in mock shock. “Why Mason Dunn!” I utter. “Did you touch yourself to me in high school?”
He chuckles. “Layla, you have no idea how many times I came fantasizing about you.”
I bite my lip. “That’s actually pretty hot, you know.”
He shrugs, and I lean in to kiss him.
“Wait, so do you still do it? I mean masturbate to me?”
He winks. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I would!” I giggle. “Wait, so when you go back college, are you—”
I pause suddenly and frown, the idea of him leaving suddenly souring my mood horribly.
“What?”
“Nothing,” I say softly, and my grip on him tightens. I don’t want him to leave or go anywhere. I just selfishly and possessively want him here, with me, always. Which might be crazy talk, but I can’t help it.
“You don’t have to worry,” he growls.
“I’m not worried, I mean I don’t own you or anything, and I’m sure there are a whole bunch of college girls waiting for you to get back to Stanf—”
“I’m not going back, Layla.”
I frown and quickly look up at him. “What?”
“I’m not going back.”
“No, I heard you, but that’s insane! Mason, you’re not going back to Stanford? Are you kidding me?”
He shrugs. “Nope.”
“That’s absurd! You can’t just not go back to a school like that!”
“You can if they ask you to not come back.”
I stare at him. “Wait, what?”
Mason sighs and pushes his fingers through his hair. “I got kicked out, Layla. I’m not going back because I’m not allowed to go back.”
“Jesus Christ, Mason! For what?”
He turns and smirks at me. “I hacked their system, and they didn’t really take too kindly to that.”
“You hacked your own ivy league college? What on earth for?” I blink. “And you can do that?”
“I’m… pretty good with computers,” he chuckles. “And I did it to try out this new online encryption algorithm I’ve been working on.”
I blink. “Really?”
“Yeah, it’s… eh,” he shrugs. “It’s boring e-com stuff.”
I roll my eyes. “Mason, who do you know who started, built, and then sold a multi-million-dollar e-commerce line of lingerie?”
He grins. “You want to see it?”
“Um, hell yeah?”
Mason chuckles and slips out of bed. “Then come on.”
“Where?”
“My place.”
I pause, biting my lip. “Oh, that…” I think of waltzing into the house of my twenty-one-year-old lover and saying hello to his parents, my next-door neighbors, and my face falls.