The CEO And The Wedding Planner: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 201)

by Flora Ferrari

  “Mason,” she mutters.

  “I had to come and see you,” I growl, striding to the counter and looking down at her, her hair tied in a ponytail made for grabbing, a readymade handle to guide her to all the sweetest sinful places. “Is Gertrude in?”

  “No,” she says. “Why?”

  I smirk like the savage fucking beast she turns me into.

  “Because I want to know if we’re alone.”

  Her lips twitch into a glorious smile at that. She stands up, nodding toward the back room, which is filled with cardboard boxes and photos of weddings.

  “I can make us a coffee or something if you want?”

  “Sure,” I say. “Lead the way, beautiful.”

  “You’re unstoppable, aren’t you?”

  “Always,” I smirk.

  I watch as she walks into the back office. She’s wearing jeans today, baggy, but that just highlights her natural curvaceous sublimity all the more. I need to feel through that denim, searching for the flesh beneath, flesh that needs to be kissed and bitten and spanked, spanked until it’s red.

  We’ve barely step foot in the office when I can’t contain myself anymore.

  I take her hand in my mine and guide her toward me, alert for any sign that she doesn’t want this. But I can feel her body crashing down on the same shores of lust where I’m shipwrecked.

  She sighs breathily as I push her up against the wall, sliding one hand down her side and the other to her back, all the better to push her close to me.

  “Fuck, you’re too hot,” I snarl. “I came here with the intention of being a gentleman, Melody, of asking you if I’d done anything wrong. But right now all I can think about is how perfect you’d look creaming all over my hand. Do you want that?”

  I smooth my hand from her hip to the outside of her denim, palming her crotch, filling with savage intent when she twitches and writhes against me.

  “Do you want to cream for me, Melody?”

  “Y-yes,” she stutters, burying her face in my chest as her hips gyrate and grind. “I do. I do. So badly.”

  The way she writhes against me is enough to make me drunk with the closeness of her. I can feel her wetness through the denim, the close and clammy heat.

  I grind my palm against her quicker, moving my whole arm now, pumping it as her moans rise into the air and she opens her mouth to cry into my chest.

  Her stifled cries are somehow still loud, the power of her desire and scream punctuating each moment with an intoxicating … fuck, yes … an intoxicating melody.

  “I need to feel your jeans fill with your squirting cream,” I growl in her ear, pinning her against the wall with the force of my hand. “I need to feel you empty everything you have to give me. Are you going to come for me, Melody? Come for me, Melody.”

  “Ah, ah …”

  She whimpers and then her whole body goes slack, except for her thighs which vibrate as though there’s something about to explode in them. I feel her crotch getting clammier and I can smell her sugary tanginess in the air, her womb sending sweetened scents to tempt me into her warm depths.

  I press forward, my manhood an outline against her belly.

  She gasps and leans back, and then bites down when she remembers where we are.

  “Freaking hell,” she exclaims. “Oh my God, Mason. We shouldn’t have done that here.”

  “I can’t help myself with you,” I smirk. “And soon I’ll be doing more than grinding denim, against your perfect wet pussy, Melody, not that it wasn’t perfection to see you quiver and cream for me like that.”

  She bites her lip, gnaws on it, so determinedly I wonder if it causes her pain.

  “It’s not like—it’s not so simple—I’m not …”

  She slides away from me, walks to the window, turning, walks to the desk. Restless energy marks her and it’s clear that she’s walking nowhere, just trying to find an outlet for—something.

  I don’t know.

  There’s something in the intense gorgeousness of her eyes that eludes me.

  “This isn’t what you think, Mason,” she says. “I’m not who you think I am.”

  “Enlighten me, then,” I say passionately, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to face me.

  We stare into each other, through each other.

  “Whatever you think is happening here, I’m not the right woman for it. Because I’m not some crazy experienced society girl. I’m not some CEO slayer. I’m not … I’m nothing when it comes to the bedroom.” She gestures at the room with a hollow laugh. “Or the office, I guess.”

  “What is it, Melody?” I ask, softer now.

  She sighs gravely and looks at me as though she’s debating whether to tell me or make a Melody-shaped hole in the wall.

  “I’m a virgin, Mason,” she says.

  “Oh,” I mutter.

  “Yeah.” She snorts. “Oh.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Melody

  So this is it.

  The end of this strange, incredible road I’ve found myself on.

  As I turn away from Mason and pretend to correct one of the picture frames on the wall, I blink back the most absurd tears in the world. Really, Mason and I are nobodies to each other. We only met a few freaking days ago.

  My past is bound to catch up with me eventually.

  Maybe this will be the motivation I need to finally do the right thing and fade away like a ghost, disappearing so that the skeletons in my closet can’t spring back to life and come wreaking vengeance.

  I glance at the couple in the photo, at their beaming smiles, and remind myself that even fantasizing about such a picture-perfect ending with Mason was just plain girlish madness.

  Mason is looking for a quick fuck, an experienced woman to do the dirty with, and then he’ll move on, he’s too busy for girls like me.

  And now that he knows I’m a virgin and won’t be able to deliver the goods, he’ll leave.

  Maybe he’ll let Eternal Bond still plan Natalie’s wedding.

  Or maybe he’ll find it too awkward to be around the silly virgin girl who led him on.

  “Melody,” he whispers after what feels like a long time.

  “Hmm?” I say, pawing at my eyes, cursing myself for a complete idiot.

  After all, I’ve been through, the hardships I’ve faced – the orphanage, the streets, the hell – am I really going to crumble because a man I met a few days ago doesn’t want me anymore?

  But the really warped thing is that I don’t feel as though I’ve only known him for a few days.

  When I first laid eyes on Mason Mackendale, I felt as though something clicked into place, a long-awaited puzzle piece finally finding its home.

  Stupid girl.

  After all this time, how can you still be such a stupid girl?

  “Melody, look at me.”

  I turn slowly to find him standing inches away from me, a glimmer in his eyes that I almost mistake for glee, or relief, or something positive.

  But of course, it’s probably sadistic intent, the same hateful glint that would spark in the eyes of high school jocks when they saw the plus size nobody walking by their locker.

  “This makes me want you more, Melody,” he growls.

  “Yeah … right.”

  “Yeah,” he says fiercely, and then kisses me so passionately it’s like there’s a miniature sun in my chest even after he breaks it off. “Right.”

  I gaze at him, lips tingling, part of me daring myself to believe him, the rest roaring not to be so stupidly naïve.

  “So you don’t care that I’ll be next to useless in the bedroom, especially compared to your high society girls?”

  “Melody,” he sighs, wrapping his arms around me, kissing my forehead with something akin to tenderness. “I haven’t made it clear, have I? I don’t just want to fuck you. Don’t get me wrong. I do need to fuck you. To taste you. To make your body mine. To feel your pussy go tight around my cock as I slide inside of you.”

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sp; My body is suddenly filled with a wave of pounding emotion, my skin tingling, and my womb pounding the walls of my consciousness as though trying to possess me. And I’ve got no doubt what she’d do if she had control of my body right now.

  “But it’s not just that,” he whispers, smoothing hair from my forehead and tucking it behind my ear. “The second I laid eyes on you, I knew that you were it for me, Melody. I knew that I had to have you. I knew that you were the woman who would finally crack this beating thing in my chest I’m told is called a heart.”

  He smirks and another wave of emotion crashes through me.

  “I don’t just need to be with you, I need to put my seed in your belly. I need to be at your side as our children grow inside of you, and be with you every step of the way. I’m claiming you, Melody, your body and your soul. I’m claiming you for the rest of our goddamned lives. And that’s why I’m so damn happy to hear that you’re a virgin because that means I get you all to myself, truly.”

  Tell him the truth. Tell him about your past. Now.

  But the words won’t come. Shame jabs at me and taunts me and threatens to dethrone this moment and leave it lying in the dirt.

  “After a few days?” I murmur.

  He chuckles, leaning close and kissing me at the edge of my mouth.

  “You need to work on your poker face,” he says. “You feel the same. You can’t explain it. You never expected it. But you feel just as inexplicably captivated as I do.”

  My hands tense on his arms, which I didn’t even realize I was clutching onto until I feel the muscles pressing against my palms.

  I squeeze harder and then stare at him wide-eyed.

  “It doesn’t make any sense,” I whisper. “But when I saw you in the Spark offices, well, I guess it’s fitting. Because there was a spark. But I thought I was just being silly. The silly girl with the silly dream of the CEO wanting anything to do with her. I feel it inside of me, Mason. I don’t know what it is. It’s this desire, this need, the way you described it. But I’ve never believed in fate before. I don’t understand.”

  “Does it scare you?” he whispers.

  “Y-yes,” I admit, voice breaking a little.

  “Why?” he asks firmly.

  Because if I told you the truth, you’d run for the hills.

  Being close to me is dangerous.

  “Because things like this don’t just happen,” I blurt, wrapping my arms around him and pushing my body right up against his, as though if I let go he’ll drift away and so will this revelation. “People don’t just know the second they see somebody. Maybe in the movies. But in real life? Come on, Mason, it just doesn’t happen.”

  “No,” he says, his fingers making tantalizing patterns in my hair. “It doesn’t. Not usually. Except it did, it has. To us. Which makes us the luckiest people alive. I’m not going to pretend I know how to explain it, but the second I saw you, I just knew. I knew I’d lie in a vat of lava for you. I knew I’d fight off a bear. I knew I’d do anything, any fucked-up thing you can think of, to keep you and our future children safe. I knew I’d never let anything happen to you because you’re mine, I own you, now and always. Forever. Do you understand, my virgin sex goddess? You belong to me now.”

  “Oh, God, that sounds good,” I whisper, pressing my face into his chest, smelling his musky cologne, the rain pattering lightly on the window. “Would you really sit in a tub of lava for me, huh?”

  He laughs, leaning back and touching my chin, guiding my gaze to his.

  “For as long as it took for you to realize you’re perfect,” he growls. “I can scent your womb, Melody. I can smell how badly your body wants to give me a child. But if you look me in the eye right now and tell me this isn’t what you want, then fine, I’ll do my best to drag myself out of here and I’ll never bother you again. It’ll be the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It’ll be like forcibly removing a part of myself. But I’ll try.”

  “No,” I whisper fiercely, shocked by the sudden ferociousness in my voice. “I want it, Mason. I’m scared. I’ll admit that. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this as badly as you do.”

  “Good,” he says, striding to the door.

  “What are you doing?” I say, mouth dry, heart pounding with victory and excitement and anxiety.

  “How long until Gertrude is back?”

  “She’s gone all afternoon.”

  “That gives me a chance to taste you, then,” he says, voice shaking. “It’s been driving me insane, Melody, imagining what your sweet pussy must taste like. The pussy that’s going to give birth to our children. And now that I know you’re a virgin, my seed has gotten all the more urgent. Lie on the table for me. Lie on the table and get ready to paint my lips with your thick juicy cream.”

  “Are you s-serious?” I whisper.

  “Deadly,” he says, closing the door and then turning the lock.

  The force inside of me guides me to the table. I push aside a few stacks of paper and then squeal when, as quick as a vampire, Mason leaps across the room and lifts me up. He handles me as though I’m one of those weightless cheerleaders from high school, soaring bird-like through the air.

  But with Mason, I feel about ten times as special.

  He places me down and even if I know that Gertrude isn’t going to be back for hours yet – she’s in the suburbs with a client – I can’t help but feel a thrill of tingling nerves dance through me.

  I feel like we’re doing something bad, and somehow that adds to the sizzling fervor blasting furnace-like around my body.

  “Oh, Jesus,” I whisper when he pulls down my jeans with a savage motion of his hands.

  He leans back and stares at my pussy.

  My bare pussy.

  I gasp in shock as I realize my panties got all twisted up with my jeans, and now I’m just lying here bottomless. He pulled my shoes off with the same motion, his lust is so irrepressible, the hungry freaking beast.

  He stares and I can see the unstoppable want in his eyes, the fascination glimmering in those icy irises as he takes in the sight of my naked sex.

  “It’s perfect,” he whispers, leaning forward and smoothing his hands up my legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “You’re perfect, Melody. So fucking wet already. I need to taste that wetness. I need to feel your come soaking my tongue.”

  He moves his hands right to the top of my thighs, the flesh around my sex dancing a tune of need as he leans down, his breath warm against my lips.

  I have to bite down when he buries his face in my pussy and starts licking, moving up one lip and then the other, skirting teasingly close to my clit.

  My vision blurs and sweeps across the wedding photos, and then I have to focus on Mason instead, afraid I won’t be able to lose myself in the moment if I keep reminding myself of the fact that we’re in the office, at work.

  Jesus, this is bad, this is so freaking …

  Right.

  It feels so right when his tongue finally finds my clit, needy, and engorged as he licks it quicker and firmer, his tongue making frantic patterns.

  I reach down as my euphoria threatens to burst out of me and slide my fingers through his hair, pushing him closer, stunned by the infusion of forwardness that would let me do something so brazen.

  But the pleasure has taken on a life of its own, and I can’t stop now, my hips twitching against his mouth.

  It’s like my hungry womb has taken control of my body, guiding me in the best way to get the most pleasure from Mason, my silver fox, my iron-haired freaking alpha.

  He’s claimed me.

  I’m his.

  These revelations repeat on a loop in my mind. He’s-made-me-I’m-his, over and over and over as the orgiastic tempo reaches a breaking point.

  “Do it,” he snarls, voice muffled with the closeness to my pussy. “I can taste how close you are. Cream for me, Melody.”

  “Ah—ah—aaaah—”

  Words fail me as I feel my body gushing with the pleasure
, all of it pouring out of me in shimmering, twitching motions that I can’t control.

  The office falls away and it feels as though this table is floating on top of a volcano, the heat blasting us and filling up every part of me, every sultry inch feeling as though it’s going to explode.

  I can barely keep the screams from escaping my lips.

  I have to bite down, moaning in a stifled warble.

  Mason licks and makes swallowing noises, a snarl sounding from far back in his throat, full beast now.

  “Fuck,” he breathes, leaning back when I’m done, his lips glistening with my offering. “You just let go. You just fucking let go for me. It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

  I’m not who you think I am.

  I clench my fists, anger flitting through me that this thought would choose now to attack.

  “I don’t know about that,” I whisper noncommittally, finding it difficult to speak with my chest hammering madly.

  “I do,” he growls, leaning across and brushing a sweaty strand of hair from my face. “And tomorrow I’m going to make one of your dreams come true.”

  “You’re right,” I giggle. “Losing my virginity to the man of my dreams has always been a fantasy of mine.”

  He smirks. “Yeah, but I wasn’t talking about that.”

  “What, then?” I ask, curiosity sparking.

  “You’ll just have to wait and see,” he says. “But I guess I’ll be making two of your dreams come true tomorrow, then.”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Mason

  I look across the private jet’s luxury seating area to Melody. She’s wearing a light fitting shirt and jeans that do nothing to conceal the made-for-sex curves of her luscious body.

  Trying to get to sleep last night after the closeness in the Eternal Bond offices was almost impossible.

  I couldn’t stop my mind from reliving the way she’d twitched and twerked those fucking hips for me, or the taste, the sweet tangy glory of her come as it flowed over my tongue and into my body, as though my seed was willing me to take a piece of her early.