As the door opened for me to get out, I tried to get his attention. He signaled for me to get out and waved.
I needed to learn to keep my big mouth shut.
CHAPTER 12
Emma
Mom and Mia were so excited to hear about my day. I explained about the penthouse, the views, and the lavish furnishings. Mom’s only interest was in the kitchen, which was her favorite room of the house. I smiled at the memories of her baking when I was a child. I questioned why Elizabeth had never told her about the penthouse. She simply replied, “You know your sister’s view on work. Once she´s out of there, the last thing she wants to do is talk about the same place. One thing I do know is Mason Johnson is hot.”
“What?” I asked. I straightened my back on the kitchen stool where I’d been sitting, slumped. Had she said what I thought she’d said? I looked at her round face to try and figure it out.
“Mason Johnson. I remembered when Elizabeth first started working there. She said she thought all billionaires were supposed to be fat and ugly, so why did hers have to be the best-looking man in the world?” Mom chuckled as she recalled my sister’s exact words. So, Elizabeth did think Mason was attractive. I would have to learn her ways on how she separated the two, if I were to be successful at my new job.
Mia finally managed to get onto the stool next to me. “What´s up, Mommy?” she asked while she swept her bangs from her eyes. I’d have to take her to the stylist. Her hair grew too fast, always needing a cut. She’d inherited her thick locks from her father. At least he’d passed on one good quality to her.
“Nothing,” I replied as I gently removed the strands of hair from her eyes. I smiled as I glanced over at her. She really was a beautiful little girl, with large brown eyes and matching ringlets of curls in her hair. I already knew that her looks would get me into trouble when she got older, especially if her legs kept getting longer. I was so protective over her now. I couldn’t imagine what would happen if boys started to show up at our doorstep. I looked back down at her long legs. She definitely took after me in that department, but she could end up being even taller than my five-nine frame. Maybe as big as her grandma, who was nearly five eleven without heels.
“Meatloaf or lasagna?” Mom asked as she moved around the kitchen. I had thought she was looking for a dish to cook in, not debating what to cook. That was strange. Mom usually never thought about what she was cooking—she just did it.
* * *
I set the table like I usually did when we were all home for a meal together. When I finished, I looked over at the plates and realized that there were more settings that people. I turned my head to the side in thought. Sometimes, a cousin or one of Mom´s sisters passed by on a Sunday afternoon for brunch. So, the extra space was for them, but that never happened on a Monday night. Mom and guests on a Monday night?
Now, that was weird, but she had specifically asked me to lay out an extra seat. When I asked why, she’d just said, “You´ll see.” What did it have to do with me? It wasn’t like I had any friends left after Will died. Damn, thinking about it did my head in. How could one person cause me so much pain—even when they were dead? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Mom must have found herself a boyfriend. That was when I took notice of the house, which was normally dotted with the regular wear-and-tear damage you could find in any house—a tear here and there, a chipped plate, an old glass. Mom had replaced the old, tired cushions with the gold embroidered ones, which only came out when guests visited. Even the accent rugs had been replaced.
Yes, the house had been transformed without my noticing. She must have accomplished this while I was at the Johnson penthouse. After talking with Mom about Mason Johnson, I explained to Mia about how our life was about to change. I didn´t think she fully understood what was happening. Her main concern was if she could still come and visit Grandma.
Suddenly Mom rushed out of her bedroom. She was wearing full make-up, and her hair was arranged in nice, long curls, like she had just stepped out of the stylist’s chair. Her dress tightly fitted over her curves, which were pretty nice for someone her age. My mom looked good, all right. I smiled when I realized my soft curves came directly from her.
“What are you doing?” she asked as she screened me from head to toe. “You can´t eat looking like that. You have fifteen minutes. Go shower, change, and do something with your hair apart from putting it in a bun with the loose strand at the front. You have beautiful, long, flowing hair. Flaunt it for a change.” She shoved me into my room before I even got a chance to reply. Then she took Mia´s hand and led her back into her own bedroom.
By the time I had showered and dressed in my braided cream dress, the doorbell rang. I styled my beautiful, straight auburn hair and gave it a quick brush before answering the door. I nearly tripped over my heels, cussing again as I thought, what does it matter what I wear, she´s the one who has a man coming over? But when I opened the door, I realized I was wrong on both counts.
CHAPTER 13
Emma
“What are you doing here?” I squeaked, maybe a bit too loudly. Mason was standing before me. My eyes trailed over his broad shoulders and muscular frame. I quickly realized he was in a different outfit than he was earlier. Did he take spare clothes with him everywhere he went, or had he driven at record speed to go home and change before coming back? He was wearing a new outfit of fitted black jeans and a black polo shirt, and my mouth started to water just from looking at him.
I stepped outside and quickly shut the door behind me. He seemed taken aback by what I was doing and the way I was shoving him back toward his limo. He needed to get out of here before Elizabeth arrived. I shuddered, feeling her scornful eyes on me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I stared at him briefly, wondering what he was doing back here. He needed to leave quickly, before my mom´s new boyfriend showed up. She was clearly looking forward to tonight, and I didn’t want to do anything to spoil that for her.
“My mom has a man coming over. She made a nice dinner for him, and I don’t want to ruin her special occasion. Why did you come back, and how did you get here so fast?” I blurted it out quickly, before Mom could come outside and spot him. I knew she would probably make me add a new place to the dinner table, and one thing was for sure: I didn´t want him to stay. Or did I? No, I needed to get my emotions in check. I was supposed to be working and living with him, so I had to stop thinking about his lips on mine. For crying out loud, I had only met him today! Focus, Emma…
“I assure you, your mom has no date,” Mason said with a small smile. “I told your sister I was taking you home, and she called to tell your mother. Your mom suggested that I have dinner with you and your family since I was driving all this way. I decided to take her up on the invitation.”
“Where have you been for the last…” I tried to think of what time he had dropped me off. Then I remembered I’d spent most of the time since then day-dreaming about him. Why oh why were my Mom and Elizabeth trying to tempt me by bringing him here? They should have told him to stay away.
“We have some family friends nearby, so I stopped there to make some business calls and send some e-mails. Then I changed, showered, and came over,” he replied with a smile. I quickly looked down at my feet in an attempt to hide my embarrassment. Friends who let you go to their house just to shower? They probably had quarters specifically for that purpose. Oh, the lives of the rich and famous. Completely different from my world. His hand reached underneath my chin and forced me to look up to his emerald eyes.
“You look beautiful, Emma.”
Heat rushed to my cheeks and I smiled at him and slightly bit my lip. In the back of my mind, a small voice was screaming at me to stop, but I slowly started to drown that voice out. The whole world seemed to stop as I looked into Mason’s eyes. It was as if nothing mattered anymore except me and him, standing together.
“What are you two doing out here?” Mom questioned as she came
to the door. I quickly jumped back from Mason and turned to face her. Her polite grin was plastered on her face, but I could tell she really wanted to say, “What is wrong with you, Emma? Did I teach you nothing?”
“Sometimes my daughter is so rude. Please do come in, Mr. Johnson.”
“Please, call me Mason.” He smiled.
“Okay then, Mason.” She giggled as she played with her locks with her one finger. At least it was clear he didn’t only have an effect on me; he had it on Mom, too.
It was then that I noticed his right hand was behind his back. He must have been hiding the flowers the whole time we spoke, even when I was shoving him out of the door. I had to remember to apologize.
He gave my mom the most beautiful tulips I had ever seen. With that, the stumbling, speechless fool replaced me again. I was barely able to talk, think, or coordinate my body enough to walk.
CHAPTER 14
Emma
Dinner with Mason and my family was a huge success, partly because I said as little as possible. I would never have thought Mason would be such an entertainer, but he naturally bonded with Mia, and they played with her doll for a little while.
I had a hot billionaire in my house, and even though I knew he was about a hundred social tiers above me, I couldn’t stop staring at his dark features and, most of all, his shiny green eyes. He looked delicious, and when it came time for dessert and Mom asked what we wanted, I was tempted to shout out, “Mason.”
Instead, I controlled myself, or at least, I tried to control myself. While any normal woman would have given him a tour of the house and then a night to remember after everyone else had gone to bed, I was sitting there worried about keeping my personal feelings about him in check. I could no longer deny that I was attracted to Mason Johnson, but I knew for the sake of my job that I would somehow have to keep that to myself.
One thing was for sure, Mom loved having him around. I could tell by the way she laughed and admired everything he said. The problem was that she lacked all subtlety. At the end of the night, she ran off to sleep, claiming she needed to put Mia to bed. On her way, she gestured for my brother to head to bed too, and he never needed to be asked twice when it came to being reunited with his PS4. Elizabeth soon followed, claiming that she had some more work to finish for Mason before tomorrow.
I suddenly found myself alone with Mason, and I was trying everything possible to keep myself from gazing longingly into his eyes. I walked him to the door and felt awkward about what to do next. Should I give him a handshake and say a breezy goodnight, and tell him I’d see him next week? Should I give him a hug or a kiss on the cheek? As we stood in the doorway and I contemplated all the possibilities, he did the last thing I’d expected. He quickly grabbed me in his arms and pressed his lips to mine with urgency, and time completely stopped.
I responded to his kiss, the thing I’d wanted most from the first moment I’d laid eyes on him. I felt myself melt inside, and my core went wet, something I hadn’t experienced since Will and I were last happy together—a long, long time ago. Without realizing what I was doing, I reached for his hair. I wanted to feel his body pressed tightly against mine as our mouths melded into one.
He gently pushed away from me and growled, “I´ve been wanting to do this all day.”
I stood there in complete shock as he lightly pressed his lips against mine and turned to walk toward his limo. I couldn’t help but watch his succulent butt walk down the driveway, and think about how great his pants made his ass look. I wanted him to look back and wave or something, but he didn’t. The feeling of euphoria I felt slowly dissipated and I felt disappointed and humiliated all at once, and I started to wonder if working with him was a good idea.
I knew Mason Johnson was off limits, but all I wanted to do now was to break those rules.
CHAPTER 15
Mason
I left Emma’s house thinking more about her beautiful, plump lips. I knew that she was off limits, Margaret had made that abundantly clear. But I couldn’t help myself. The way she looked tonight and how amazing in the pool with her earlier was, made it hard for me to stop thinking of ways to make her mine.
I was surprised, because at first, I thought Emma would just be another fling that would help distract my thoughts. Which is why I brought her to the indoor pool. I knew I could get her out of her clothes and have my way with her and then I could stop thinking about her. But the more I was around her, the more she pulled me in. I knew that she was scared about where our relationship was going. And what would happen if my sister found out. I knew it wasn’t appropriate for me to be with her, since I was technically her boss. But the memory of her plump lips on my cock was enough for me to forget it.
If something continued to happen with Emma, I would find a way to shield it from my family. I would not let them find out and risk Margaret firing her in the misguided belief that she was protecting me.
Emma Jackson would eventually be mine.
CHAPTER 16
Emma
It had been a week since the day I met Mason Johnson. I still hadn’t officially moved into the penthouse yet, but Mia and I would be moving in within the next couple of days.
Mason had called me to his place for a dinner stating that he wanted us to get to know each other better. My mom gracefully offered to baby sit Mia and told me to have fun. His son, Liam, was spending the night at his grandmother’s place so we had his entire penthouse to our self.
I was amazed with his cooking skills, enjoying the relaxing time with him as we drank wine and got to know each other better. Throughout dinner, I ignored the nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that he was my boss, and that I would soon be seeing him every day as I tutored his son.
By the fifth glass of wine I was drunk and I had started to feel heat in between my legs. I was wearing only a top and shorts, but I felt hot and needed to take them off. Mason moved to take my glass, leaving the wet kisses on my shoulder.
“You look smoking hot in that outfit. I can barely focus on our conversation when all I can think about are your tits and long legs. Your hard nipples have been teasing me since the moment you got here.”
He brought me to my feet, his chest brushing against mine when he pulled me in for a kiss. Our bodies molded together, and I kissed him back with urgency and fervent need. Deep down, I knew this was wrong. All wrong. But I couldn’t stop myself. Just as I reached for the top button of his shirt, he moved my hand away and separated from my lips.
“There is something different I want to try tonight.”
“What?”
“Come with me.”
He led me to his bedroom and undressed me, taking his time with my clothes. I was trembling when I stood in front of him naked, my body responding to his every touch, kiss or move.
“Lie down on the bed.”
The cool sheets beneath me did nothing to cool my hot skin, and my heart sped up while I watched him go to his closet and take a duffel bag.
I grinned. “Is this what I think it is?”
He returned the smile, his eyes never leaving mine. He left the bag on the floor and took off his clothes. My mouth became dry at the sight of his naked glory.
“Yeah. Have you done it before?”
I had a few sex toys, that I had kept hidden from Will, but I’d never used them with men.
“Never with guys.”
His smirk grew bigger. “So, do you have a favorite one?”
It was difficult to pick. Besides, I had a feeling that whichever toy he used now it would make me feel way better than it would when I was alone.
“Whichever you want to.”
“Nice.”
He took the handcuffs out of the bag, completely surprising me. “The handcuffs?”
“Yes. Being restrained like this will help you feel everything better. I want you to focus on your pleasure only. This is all about you this time, baby.” He cuffed my hands to the headboard of his bed, and took a bullet vibrator and a long
dildo. “I need you to keep your legs open all the time. Do you understand?”
I loved his dominant side. “Yes.”
“Good. If you disobey me, I won’t let you come that easily.”
A shudder rocked my body. My juices had already soaked the sheets beneath me, a clear sign of how much I needed him. I was so ready for this, opening my legs wide apart when he knelt next to me.
“Mmm, I love the smell of you. It’s so tasty and it feels perfect.”
He turned on the vibrator and pressed it against my clit. I inhaled sharply and rocked my hips when the first tremors coursed from my mound to the rest of my body. I just loved the stimulation, pressing myself against the small toy as he moved it in circles.
“You look so sexy. You like me playing with you?”
“Yes.” My voice wasn’t mine, and it was hard for me to breathe. He thrust himself inside me, and I was cried out loud, the intense pleasure overwhelming me for a few moments.
I pulled against the handcuffs, and the metal pressed into my skin, but I could barely notice the pain. All I could feel was my clit being stimulated to the point of bursting and the vibrator ripping me in two. He was fucking me fast, the vibrations gaining a higher intensity, and I clenched my thighs together without thinking when everything became unbearable—a few seconds away from coming hard.
The vibrations immediately stopped and he pulled out of me. He smacked my thighs and separated them roughly. “What did I say? You disobeyed me, Emma.”
I groaned in protest, needing my release badly. “No! Bring them back. Please, don’t do this.”
“You had just one thing to do, and you failed. Now you have to bear the consequences.”
I started to feel frustrated, my throbbing increasing when he tantalized me with the vibrator all around my clit, but never touching it. He shoved himself back into me and moved slowly, building tension in me again, but it wasn’t enough.
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