Billionaire Unattainable

by J. S. Scott

  I watched, fascinated as every bit of ice in his eyes faded away.

  He was suddenly right in front of me, which was shocking for a guy as big as Mason, his gaze intense and warm.

  He took me by the shoulders as he said, “Care, Laura. I want you to care because I sure as hell do. This isn’t a goddamn game to me. I’m with you every day because I can’t imagine having time off and being with anyone else. I. Want. To. Be. With. You. And I have no plans of letting this go after a week. I’ve wanted you for too damn long to let you go now.”

  “Then why did you walk away?” I asked quietly.

  “Because I’m worried about caring too much, too, if you don’t feel the same way I do,” he said huskily. “I could tell you were trying to put distance between us. I don’t want distance, Laura. I don’t need it. I already know what I want.”

  “What?” I asked, my heart stammering against my chest wall.

  His eyes turned stormy and dark as he answered. “You.”

  “Mason, I—”

  I want you to touch me. Really touch me.

  “I’m naked,” I said weakly.

  “Believe me, I noticed,” he answered hoarsely.

  “I better take a shower.” If I didn’t get away from him, I’d rip off that towel he was wearing, and fling myself against that gorgeous, enormous body of his. And then I’d beg him to fuck me.

  He let go of his grip on my shoulders. “You can use mine,” he offered. “If you need somebody to wash your back for you, I’m available.”

  Moment of truth, Laura. You know what you want, too. Your goal was seduction. Do it!!

  I grabbed my clothes from the bed and started toward the bathroom as I said, “I might just need that help.”

  I caught a glance at his face before I walked through the bathroom door.

  “Laura,” he said in a warning growl. “I’m not in the mood to joke around.”

  “I wasn’t joking,” I said in a firm voice as I partly closed the door behind me.

  I went and turned on the shower, and stepped inside, my whole body shaking from the sexual tension that was nearly killing me.

  I stood with my back to the water and washed my hair. The more time that passed, the more certain I was that Mason wasn’t going to join me, even though he’d been invited.

  What if he doesn’t know I’m serious?

  After all, he did seem to think I was kidding.

  The tension slowly released as the hot water pounded against my back, and I rinsed my hair.

  Maybe it’s better this way. Maybe it’s too soon. At least I know he isn’t just playing with me. That he isn’t just killing time with me.

  I wasn’t about to keep running away from him, though. Not since I’d made the decision that I was willing to take a risk to find out what it would be like to be with a guy like him.

  However, we were going to have to discuss his high-handedness. It was nice that he was concerned about me being safe, but he hadn’t left any room for discussion.

  I squealed loudly as the glass shower door swung open, and a large, naked man entered the big shower. “Mason,” I said breathlessly, my heart thundering. “You scared me.”

  “I hope to hell you were serious when you made that invitation. I stood out there for a good five minutes telling myself that I could wait until you’re more comfortable with me, but I don’t think I can,” he said in a graveled voice.

  “I was serious,” I said, looking up at the tormented look on his face, an expression that made my heart ache. Mason was a complicated guy, and I knew it wasn’t easy for him to express exactly how he was feeling.

  But I could see it.

  I could feel it.

  And his uncertainty made my resolve stronger.

  I watched as he pumped liquid soap into his hand and said, “Turn around.”

  Oh, God. He really was going to wash my back.

  I turned around, but not before I got a quick glimpse of his enormously erect cock.

  Mason was big everywhere, and although his cock was a little daunting, my legs were weak with the need to feel him inside me.

  The moment I put my back to him, I shivered at the silky feel of his big hands, slick with soap, running over my skin.

  He didn’t just touch, he massaged, his hands firm but gentle. Even though all of my senses were heightened, it still relaxed me. “Oh, God, that feels good, Mason,” I said, half groaning as his thumb worked a tight muscle in my neck.

  He pulled me back against his wet, naked chest and said huskily in my ear, “You’re so damn beautiful, Laura. Do you have any idea how many fantasies I’ve had about this?”

  “No,” I gasped as he put his hands beneath my breasts and cupped them.

  He ran his thumbs over my sensitive nipples as he said, “So damn many times that I stopped counting. In my fantasies, I’ve fucked you in this shower in every position imaginable, and on every available surface of this house. There isn’t a single place that I haven’t claimed you.”

  I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. “But this is real.”

  “Damn right it is,” he said in a growl. “And I’m going to make it last just as long as I can.”

  He turned me in his arms, grabbed my hair, and tilted my head back.

  Strangely, when he took control, I melted.

  I moaned against his lips as his mouth came down on mine. The kiss was frenzied and frantic, forceful and delicious. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life. I opened my mouth and tangled my tongue with his, letting him know without words how desperately I needed to be close to him.

  I whimpered as I felt his cock pressed against my belly, and I tried to reach between our bodies so I could wrap my fingers around his hardness.

  He lifted his head. “Don’t, Laura. Not yet. I have zero control right now.”

  “I just need to touch you, Mason. I ache…”

  “I know. And I need to make you come because I can feel your frustration,” he answered as he dropped to his knees.

  “Mason, what are you…” My words left me as he buried his face into my pussy, and I realized exactly what he was doing.

  Oh. My. God.

  His tongue pierced between my folds and invaded the pink, wet, quivering flesh of my pussy, and I moaned with pleasure. “Yes!” My hands grasped his hair and tried to pull his head closer to exactly where I needed it.

  But he didn’t oblige me right away. His hands slid up the back of my thighs and cupped my ass, as his mouth explored every inch of available pink flesh between my thighs—except for my clit.

  I yanked his hair. “Mason. Please.”

  His touch was sweet torment, and I wasn’t sure how much more of it I could take.

  I didn’t flinch when his fingers dug into my ass and yanked me forward.

  I was too ecstatic that his tongue was finally laving over that engorged bundle of nerves that was begging for attention.

  Suddenly, that wicked mouth was everywhere, and as my eyes drifted down to watch him feasting on my pussy, I nearly climaxed just from watching the ferocity and concentration in his actions.

  Making me come seemed to be his only thought, his only mission, and I was definitely going to give him what he wanted.

  “Mason!” I exclaimed in a high-pitched squeal that I didn’t recognize as my own.

  Watching him on his knees with his dark head between my thighs was too much.

  The stimulation of his slick tongue was too much.

  His carnal need to watch me come was too much.

  I fisted his hair, needing something to ground me.

  Mason Lawson was completely primitive at the moment, and I’d never seen or felt anything so pleasurable in my entire life.

  The tight-knit ball in my stomach began to unfurl, and the sensations shot straight to my core.

  My climax rolled over me with a ferocity that had me mewling and groaning as I helplessly drowned in the pleasure.

  Mason eagerly sucked and licked up
my juices like they were nectar from the gods, which stretched out the ecstasy for much longer than my climax would usually last.

  I was trembling as he rose and wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, which kept me from falling on my ass because my legs had given out.

  “Mason,” I said with a sigh as I fell against his massive chest.

  He turned off the water, and then took my hand while I stepped out of the shower.

  Mason quickly dried me off, tossed the towel on the floor, and picked me up and strode from the bathroom.

  “Oh, my God. You’re going to kill yourself carrying me like this,” I warned him breathlessly.

  “Then I’ll die a very happy man,” he answered hoarsely right before he tossed me onto the bed.

  Laura

  I was still reeling from the prolonged climax I’d had in the shower, but I wasn’t completely satisfied until Mason covered me and I could feel all of that heated, smooth, glorious skin connect with mine.

  I wrapped my long legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t go anywhere.

  I’d been waiting for this.

  I’d wanted this for so damn long.

  Wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, I insisted, “Fuck me, Mason. Please.”

  “Christ!” he rasped into my ear. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?”

  “Fuck me,” I said again.

  “Slow it down, baby,” he said huskily. “I’m not a small guy anywhere. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  A brief moment of sanity got past my lust-crazed brain, and I realized that Mason was afraid his size was going to be an issue. For me? “You won’t hurt me,” I groaned. “I’m not small anywhere, either.” Granted, I’d gotten a good glimpse of his assets. His cock was enormous, thick, and heavy, but my body was clamoring for him to be inside me. “Please,” I pleaded one more time as I lifted my hips.

  “Fuck! I can’t hold on any longer,” he said desperately as he slowly started to enter me.

  He’s being careful. He’s…afraid.

  “Don’t hold back. Do it,” I insisted with a nip to his shoulder.

  The tiny love bite seemed to set him off, and he growled as he surged forward and buried himself to the hilt.

  “Oh!” I gasped, shocked by the girth and length of Mason.

  “Jesus!” he hissed. “You’re tight. Did I hurt you?”

  I could hear the tension in his voice, and it melted my heart. His entire body was tight. Every muscle bunched up like he was ready to lose it. But didn’t. Because he was afraid he’d cause me some pain.

  “No,” I whispered honestly. Yes, he was big, and my internal muscles were stretching to accommodate him. I’d never been with a man even close to his size, but any discomfort I felt was nothing compared to how good it felt to have Mason inside me. “You feel so good.”

  He brushed the damp hair from my face, and his beautiful, fathomless eyes met mine. “Laura…” he muttered huskily before he covered my mouth with his.

  I fisted his hair, all semblance of patience gone.

  I needed him.

  He needed me.

  And every bit of the sexual tension that had been red-hot between us boiled over as I kissed him back. The embrace was fierce and carnal, like we were both trying to brand each other with our mouths.

  I fisted his hair, desperate to alleviate the need that was tearing me apart.

  When he released my mouth, we were both panting, and my heart was beating so fast that I felt like it was going to explode from the force of each beat.

  “Take what you want, however you want it,” I encouraged him.

  Truthfully, I wanted to see Mason lose control completely.

  I craved it.

  “You’re going to be damn sorry you said that,” he warned as he put a hand beneath my ass to tilt my hips up. “I’ll end up fucking you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days.”

  “Worth it,” I gasped out as he pulled back until he was almost out, and buried himself again. And then again.

  “Yes!” I hissed. “More.”

  Contrary to whatever Mason thought, he wasn’t going to break me. I wasn’t a fragile Barbie doll.

  I looked up at him, his chiseled jawline tight, his eyes murky with the passion that he was allowing himself to unleash. His hair was damp and spikey.

  He looked like a madman, and it was so arousing that I moaned.

  I kept my legs wrapped around his waist as he started to pound inside me, every thrust driving my crazy desire even higher.

  “Mason,” I moaned, unable to get anything else out of my mouth.

  He was the only thing that mattered at the moment.

  He was the only thing I could feel.

  He surrounded me.

  Overwhelmed me.

  Took me places no other man ever had before.

  He shifted positions slightly, so the thickness of his cock abraded my clit with every stroke. “Come for me, sweetheart. You’re so damn tight, hot and wet that I’m not going to last much longer. Not this time.”

  His pace was frenzied, and I didn’t want him to hold back. But I knew damn well that Mason wasn’t going to allow himself to go over the edge until I did.

  I moaned at the fast and furious stimulation to my clit, and relished the way our damp skin slid together.

  I was close.

  So. Damn. Close…

  “This changes everything for us, Laura. Now you’re fucking mine,” he growled, and I could feel those words vibrating through my being.

  His caveman, possessive words seemed to send me hurtling into my climax.

  “Oh, God. Mason,” I screamed as I started to come like I never had before. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. My nails dug into the hard muscles of his back, needing something to keep me from flying away from him.

  I could feel my internal muscles clamp down on his cock, like they didn’t want him to get away.

  I tilted my head and watched Mason, his head back, his throat muscles working like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t.

  “Laura, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned as my climax milked him of his own hot release.

  At that moment, as the crescendo started to wind down to ripples of pleasure, I knew I’d never forget how he’d looked as he said my name, and told me I was the woman he wanted as he was in the throes of his orgasm.

  It was the most amazing thing I’d ever experienced.

  No man had ever lost himself to…me.

  He rolled me on top of him as he moved onto his back, and I ended up sprawled over his massive body, our limbs tangled together as we both tried to recover our breath.

  Weary, I tried to move because I wasn’t a lightweight.

  He slapped me firmly on the ass. “Go anywhere, and I’ll come after you,” he warned huskily.

  “I’ll squash you,” I said breathlessly. “I’m heavy.”

  He stroked a hand over my back, a soothing motion that made me relax a little. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said in a pseudo ornery tone. “Stay where you are. I don’t have the energy to chase after you, but I will. I like you exactly where you are.”

  I actually giggled like a teenage girl as I visualized a cantankerous Mason chasing me around the house naked.

  I’d never had a man insist on me being on top of him. Not at my size. But Mason seemed to revel in it.

  I sighed as his hand moved lower and stroked over my ass.

  “You’re probably going to be sore,” he said regretfully.

  I reached my hand out to stroke his unruly hair. “Why are you so worried about hurting me?”

  He hesitated before he finally said, “I usually do hurt women. I’m built like a linebacker, and my dick is proportionate to the size of my body. Too big to feel good for most women.”

  “Not too big for me,” I teased. “Really, Mason, it was incredible. I don’t know why on Earth you thought it wouldn’t be.”

  He raised a brow like
he thought I might be stretching the truth.

  “I’ve had two relationships in my life,” he explained. “One right after high school, and one in college. Neither one of them really enjoyed the sex all that much. They said it hurt.”

  “Let me guess. They were really small women?”

  He nodded. “Yeah. I really liked both of them because they were smart, nice women. But in the end, the chemistry just wasn’t there.”

  “So when did you finally find one who appreciated your, um…assets?” I asked curiously.

  “Didn’t,” he muttered.

  “What?”

  “I said I didn’t,” he said louder. “Until today.”

  “All of the women—”

  “No more women,” he interrupted. “I haven’t fucked a woman since I got out of college. Two strikes were enough for me. I stayed busy, too busy for another relationship.”

  His eyes strayed from mine, and I knew I was hearing something that nobody else knew, something he was, for some reason, embarrassed to admit.

  Most men would have had one-night stands or just casual relationships to get laid.

  But not Mason.

  Just because he’d found two smaller women who hadn’t enjoyed a super-sized cock, he’d given up for fear of making another one suffer through it.

  I took his face in my hands and urged him to look at me. “Why me, after all those years?”

  His eyes met mine as he replied, “Because you’re the one woman I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

  I felt tears spring to my eyes, but I blinked them back. This was a rare moment of vulnerability for Mason, and I didn’t want to screw it up. “I felt the same way. You must have known I was attracted to you.”

  “I hoped, especially after the night of Jett’s engagement party. But then everything changed when you were sober. You were standoffish.”

  I was taken aback. “What happened at the party?”

  “It didn’t happen at the party. It happened once I got you home. You seemed to come around after you’d passed out, which meant I didn’t need to rush you to the hospital to make sure you were okay. Once I helped you get out of your dress, you were hell-bent on taking me to bed with you. You, Laura Hastings, tried your damnedest to seduce me the night of Jett’s engagement party.”