SEAN: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 3)

by Glenna Sinclair

  “Yes,” she moaned, dropping her head back, putting her breasts on full display. Mason’s hands roamed her body, leaving trails of electricity wherever he touched. His free hand cupped her breast as the other worked her below. “God, I’ve missed you.”

  “Look at me,” Mason commanded.

  Laura locked eyes with him just as her orgasm crashed over her. Her hips rocked and bucked uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her.

  It took the last shred of control Mason had to not close his eyes in his own ecstasy. The pulsing of Laura’s heat and her body’s reaction to him caused Mason to quickly follow with his own orgasm.

  Laura collapsed, completely spent and panting on top of him. His arms embraced her. It was a warm, comforting gesture she didn’t realize she had been craving all this time.

  For several minutes they lay like that, only shifting enough for Mason to slip out and toss the condom in the bedside wastebasket.

  Mason closed his eyes and cherished the moment. Her body was slimmer than he remembered, but still fit his as if she were built for him. He inhaled deeply, and could smell the sandalwood and sunflower fragrance of her shampoo and the sweet feminine musk of her skin. Emotion filled his chest so full he thought it would burst. He loved this woman and knew he would until the day he died. “I miss you, too.”

  Laura wept silently as she snuggled closer to hear the uptick of his heart as he spoke. Could she give him another try? He felt like the same Mason she knew before she caught him with the dominatrix, but he couldn’t be. Too much time had gone by.

  For sure his bedroom demeanor was significantly different. He was never so in charge and expressive before. She didn’t mind being the submissive to him at all. In fact, it was a great relief to not have to be in charge of that part of her life too.

  Wiping her eyes, she slid off of him. She was becoming too overwhelmed, to the point of panic. There was no way she would let him see her cry.

  “Laura? What’s wrong?” Mason asked as he sat up. His hand reached out to rub her back, but he got nothing but empty air.

  She paced across the Persian rug. What could she say?

  “Laura, you’re making me nervous here. Talk to me.”

  She whirled around, anger rolling off of her in waves. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong. You cheated on me!” Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, and to hell with not letting him see. “I walked in on you, and you just expect me to be over it and accept your apology? How can I get over that? And now tonight? Everything I have ever felt for you just came tumbling down on top of me. I loved you, Mason, and you broke my heart.” She snatched her shoe off the floor and hurled it at his head, narrowly missing his temple. All of the emotions she had felt in the months after his betrayal came bubbling back to the surface then. “I need to go.”

  Laura scrambled around the room, haphazardly putting her clothes back on as Mason watched in shock.

  She was about to walk out on him again. His hands shook, and panic rose in his throat. He couldn’t let that happen again. He made up his mind just as Laura was putting her shoes on. “You aren’t going anywhere,” he announced, and layered in as much authority as he could muster.

  “Fuck you, Mason.”

  Rising to his feet, he closed the gap between them in three long strides. “I said to sit down, now.” His hand circled her wrist as she turned away.

  Glaring down at the unwanted advance, Laura saw red. “Let me fucking go, Mason. Now!”

  “Fine.” He released her. Laura bolted from the bedroom and towards the front door. “Go on home then,” he shouted at her back. “Run from your issues, then. Isn’t that what you’re best at?” As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them, but dammit, he had some unresolved feelings too.

  Laura froze with her hand on the doorknob. “Shit,” she whispered. He had a point. The whole reason they were in this mess in the first place was because they didn’t talk. She just packed her shit and bailed.

  After a deep breath and steeling her resolve she turned and slunk back down the hall towards the bedroom. Mason was sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, with his head buried in his hands.

  She couldn’t recall ever seeing him so defeated by something before. The scene was like a punch in the gut. Laura couldn’t understand why, but she felt more than a little ashamed of herself.

  She rapped her knuckles on the doorjamb. “Can I come in? You’re right, we need to hash this out.”

  Mason raised his head and, feeling defeated, waved her in. “Come sit down.”

  “No. I’d rather stand.” She was so uncomfortable she couldn’t sit still if she wanted to.

  “Mason, I–”

  “I’m sorry I was–”

  They both chuckled. “You go first,” Laura suggested.

  “Thanks. Like I told you yesterday, I am so sorry. I was such a shit.” Mason stared at his hands. He couldn’t bring himself to look at her. “There is absolutely nothing I can say or do to erase what you saw, I know that, but believe me when I tell you that you can’t punish me any worse than I’ve punished myself the last eight years.”

  “I know. I didn’t want to rehash this, but I guess I didn’t get out everything I had been swallowing since I left at lunch.” The weight of shame pressed down harder on her. “My idyllic little picture had been dashed to pieces. I saw the stupid white picket fence in North Hampton with the two kids and a minivan. I saw all of that with you, and then came to find out I didn’t know you at all.” She blew out her breath. “That was devastating, Mason.”

  The dam had broken, and every word she’d dreamed of saying to him for eight long years poured out. “I wish you would have just told me you wanted to experiment. I would have done anything for you. God, I was so devoted to you – to our relationship!” She wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks.

  “I also can’t believe you had this Madonna/whore issue about me going on in your head. I mean, come on! I let you put it anywhere.”

  Mason’s shoulders shook with laughter. Seeing him smile relaxed the tension in her shoulders.

  “You were the only one I had ever imagined spending my life with. Didn’t you realize that?”

  Mason shook his head. Obviously he hadn’t. “I maybe had an idea, but I was too stupid or stubborn to recognize it.”

  “Well that helps,” Laura quipped.

  Mason gave her a flat look. “Cheeky. Anyway, I was an idiot male college student. I suppose I didn’t have enough sense to come to you and to tell my cock no. Forgive me, please.” He covered her hand with his. “I want to start over. For years I was chasing this ghost, never in a million years thinking I could catch it. You’re here and real to me now – I still don’t believe it – and I’d like you to give us another go.”

  “I’ll consider it.” Laura bit her lip in thought. “I do need you to explain to me what you’ve been getting yourself up to in the bedroom, though. Tonight was intense, and I’d like to be a little more prepared. You aren’t going to flog me, are you?”

  “Not unless you ask.” He laughed again. He wouldn’t dream of marking up her perfect skin. “Although, yes, I do enjoy that. I am the one in control. I like dictating the pace and the action involved. If you will allow it, I do like to bring out some equipment, anal plugs, paddles, silk ties, nipple clamps, that sort of thing.” He studied her face for a moment. She showed no signs of bolting, so he continued, “I would like you to be submissive to me, and I expect complete obedience, but it has to be something you want as well for it to work. Otherwise, I’ll take you any way you’ll have me.”

  She had to admit to herself she was intrigued. She had looked into some kink before, but had been too chicken-shit to try anything. This instance felt different; she trusted Mason would take care of her. Something in her heart told her to give them another try.

  “Okay. I’m down,” she finally answered.

  Mason’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

  “Yes, really. I’ll let you kno
w if things are being pushed too far, but it can’t hurt to try. Um…” She had to think about how to phrase this next part. “You aren’t going to make me sign some weird NDA or a contract, are you? I mean, you are already a walking romance novel cliché.”

  His deep belly laugh echoed off the walls. “Oh, God no. Just because I’m a sexy British billionaire doesn’t mean I’m going to fall into that trap.” He scrubbed his hands over his face. “We’ll be in a real and public relationship. I want to take you places outside of the bedroom, and go on dates. I want a commitment, not some goofy faux-promise.”

  She leaned in to kiss him, just a swift press of the lips. It was her own sort of promise to him to try, really try, because she knew he was worth it. “I want this, all of it. I’m willing to try again.” She smiled sweetly at him. “I do need to get home though. I have a meeting in the morning, and I have to get to the gym first.”

  “Of course. I’ll call a car to take you home.”

  “Thank you. Oh, and Mason?”

  “Yes?”

  “You’re not that British. You’ve lived in the States too long,” she teased.

  Mason sighed and grinned, “Get out before I ravish you again.”

  Laura blew him a kiss and went down to the lobby to wait for the car.

  Chapter Five

  The next few days went by in a blur. Laura didn’t have the time to see Mason and could barely respond to the cheeky texts he’d been sending her. He had flown out to Seattle that Tuesday for a tech conference and wouldn’t be back until Friday morning.

  The following month’s issue of the magazine was set to go to print in two days, so there would be many all-nighters spent with Chinese food and a red pen.

  Laura’s phone chimed with a text from Mason:

  The article is perfect. I’m sending my sign off by courier this afternoon.

  Thank you for not burying me.

  She smiled. She really could have done a number on him, but decided on professional integrity instead. Plus, he had a cute butt. She texted back:

  It was nothing. ;) You’ve worked hard for your success. Far be it from me to ruin it.

  BTW, the issue goes to print in two days then DOBBY IS FREE!!!

  The thought of not sleeping under her desk sounded positively luxurious at that point. The crunch before the print date was always the most stressful time for her, but feeling the smooth gloss of the cover and the smell of the fresh ink always made Laura appreciate what she accomplished. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

  She checked for Mason’s reply:

  Good. I’ve been imagining you bent over my desk all week.

  Drinks after work that night?

  Laura snorted. His words pushed her arousal button. She had been fantasizing about him all week in her spare time – which was more or less during her bathroom breaks or in the five minutes before she passed out from exhaustion. Friday she was going to have to heavily caffeinate to keep up with Prince Charming.

  Yes. Also, I’m wet just thinking about it. <3

  She powered her phone off and dropped it in her desk drawer. She had a meeting with her boss, and she could not afford to be distracted by the images in her head. She still had her responsibilities to manage, and no amount of sexy banter would keep her from doing her job.

  Although, she did make a mental note to hang out with her battery-operated boyfriend when she got home.

  “Hey, gorgeous.”

  “Jesus!” Laura nearly jumped out of her skin. “Oh, Frank. It’s you.” She pressed her hand to her chest, trying her best to keep it contained.

  “But of course,” he grinned at her. “I haven’t seen you in a while. What do you say you and me hit the martini bar after work on Friday and blow off some steam?”

  “That sounds lovely,” she lied. She hated martini bars, and all of the pretentious yuppies that flocked to them. “But I have plans that night.”

  “Oh.” Frank cocked his head to the side. “With whom?”

  It had never dawned on her that she would have to actually have a break-up conversation with her fuck buddy before, but here she actually had to do it. “I’m actually meeting this guy I’ve started seeing. Well, again. Actually, my ex-fiancé and I are trying to work things out.” She cleared her throat. She wanted to make sure her next few words were absolutely clear. “I’m sorry, Frank, but we can’t see each other anymore.”

  “Okay. That’s fair.” An emotion shadowed his face for a moment, but Laura couldn’t tell what it was. She blinked and figured she must have imagined it.

  “Great! I’m so glad you understand about me and Mason–”

  “Well, we didn’t exactly have a relationship, Laura.” He smiled wryly. “At least, not a traditional one, eh?” Frank waggled his eyebrows at her.

  “Ha! I suppose you’re right.” She looked down at her watch. “Shit! I am about to be late for a meeting with Daniel. I’ll see you around!” Laura sprinted down the hallway and just made it into Daniel’s office before the door closed.

  Laura’s close shave irritated him a little bit.

  “Sorry, boss. I got held up on my way here.”

  “It’s fine, Miss Ross. Have a seat and let’s get started. We have a long night ahead of us.”

  Chapter Six

  Participating in an editorial meeting always made Laura want to drive a spike through her eye. There was so much arguing and name-calling, it was like being trapped in a monkey cage while they flung poo at each other. The group would manage to accomplish next to nothing in the hours they were locked up together.

  She left the meeting pressing the heel of her hand over her right eye. The stress twitch had started again, and she needed to go lock herself in her office and hide in her coat closet.

  She was surprised to open her door and find a huge bouquet of pink hydrangeas and a small brown wrapped package on her desk. In a flash her bad mood vanished as she dashed over to her desk to read the card,

  These flowers remind me of the pink of your lips when I kiss you

  And the blush in your cheeks when I taste you.

  - M

  Laura was positively giddy. A huge smile spread across her face, and a jolt of arousal tickled her as she reread the little notecard. The giant, raspberry-colored hydrangeas had been her favorite since she was a kid, and were now delightfully tainted by his dirty little note.

  This was like new love all over again, the rush of hearing his voice, the excitement of getting a gift, the sexy and unexpected gesture, they all made her heart race and her feet leave the ground.

  Turning her attention to the paper-wrapped package, she worked her thumb under the seam and tore, revealing a nondescript white box underneath. Her brow furrowed in confusion. She wasn’t sure what to expect when she flipped back the lid, and hesitated a moment.

  With a quick glance at her office door and windows to make sure no one would sneak up on her, she popped off the lid. Inside were a gorgeous white gold and pearl collar and a roller vial of a rose oil blend.

  Laura unscrewed the delicate topper and inhaled the sweet floral fragrance. The effect was instantly calming, so she tested a bit on her wrists. The warmth of her skin amplified the rose notes and released a slightly musky undertone, reminding her of a slightly masculine scent just offsetting the femininity of the rose.

  She noticed another notecard in the box.

  Wear these and nothing else when you see me again.

  - M

  Her muscles clenched in anticipation of seeing him again. Friday could not come fast enough. She fished her cell out of her desk drawer and turned it back on.

  There were no more messages from Mason received, which disappointed her, but she had to say thank you for the gifts. The collar looked over-the-top expensive. She was almost afraid to wear it.

  Thank you so much. You’ve brightened my day. I’ll be thinking of you later when I get home. I’ll be sure to buzz you. :-P

  He quickly responded back,

  Skype I.D. M
B.Decker84

  11pm your time.

  I want to be front row.

  She giggled to herself, and a blush that really did match the flowers bloomed on her cheeks as she agreed to the Skype date. A knock came at her door, pulling her back to reality. She quickly knocked the jewelry, perfume, and notecards into her top drawer and slammed it shut.

  “Miss Ross?”

  “What is it, Michelle?” Michelle, Daniel’s assistant, was an astute twenty-two-year-old intern who was so eager it was almost oppressive. She was sweet, if a little overenthusiastic. She poked her head into the room to be polite.

  “Mr. James was wondering if you received the sign-off from Mr. Decker yet? Oh, those flowers are so pretty!” Michelle flounced in to admire the bouquet and starting chattering away. “Who are they from?”

  “A guy I’m seeing.” Laura used to not care so much about who knew the details of her personal life in the past, but Mason was sacred to her. She wasn’t ready to blast her status with him to the entire world just yet.

  “Ooh! Is he hot? Wait, of course he is, look at you! How long have you been seeing him? Is he someone we know?” A million miles a minute, Michelle asked her questions, and Laura patiently deflected each one with a smile. She remembered being fresh out of school and not yet broken by life and men.

  She hadn’t noticed before, but there was a thin manila envelope underneath the vase. She opened the flap to check and saw it was indeed Mason’s release and handed it off to the twitter bird. “Here’s Mr. Decker’s release, if you can run that back to Daniel, please.” She checked the time and saw it was after eight thirty. “Let him also know that I’ve gone for the day, will you? I’m taking my edits with me, and they’ll be turned in by 9am. Okay?”