Daniel smiled, his head nodding. “You’ve heard right. It is definitely under consideration. With the political unrest becoming more problematic, especially with our young people, I have to consider all options which will be of benefit to my country.”
For the next half hour Mason and Daniel chatted easily about their mutual business interests and thoughts on Daniel’s political run and regaled Phaedra with stories about their many antics together. It was only as Daniel’s personal chef called them for dinner that Mali arrived, sweeping into the room like a monsoon that would not be tamed. Rushing through the home’s front door, she moved directly to Mason’s side, throwing her arms around his neck to hug him tightly. Her father shook his head in annoyance.
“Mali!” he chastised, voicing his displeasure with his daughter’s behavior.
The young woman rolled her eyes. Mason reached for her arms, disentangling himself from her grasp. He gave her a light kiss against the back of her hand, then spun her toward the other side of the room. Mali huffed as she threw herself down against a cushioned chair, her arms crossed in defiance over her chest.
“You don’t love me anymore, Mason!” she cried, pouting.
Mason shook his head. “I have much love for you, Mali.”
“We all do, Mali. But you are quite the nuisance, daughter,” Daniel added. “And you need to politely say hello to our guests.”
“Yeah, hey,” she said as she cut an eye in Phaedra’s direction, crudely chewing on a piece of gum in her mouth. She refocused her attention back on Mason.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mali,” Phaedra said as she casually dropped her hand against Mason’s knee.
The gesture did not go unnoticed as Mali glared, rolled her eyes and then stormed off in the direction of the dining room. Daniel shook his head as he admonished the girl a second time, tossing his hands up in frustration.
Mason looked at Phaedra, who was smiling slyly, clearly amused. He shook his head. The two men locked eyes.
“Women!” Mason said to his friend, chuckling softly.
Daniel nodded in agreement. “I apologize for that one. It is my fault that she is as spoiled as she is. Her mother died when she was just a baby and I have always given her everything she has wanted.” He gestured for them to follow him into the dining room, promising a sumptuous meal the likes of which guaranteed to exceed every one of their expectations.
As Phaedra followed, Mason on her heels, she couldn’t help thinking that Mali’s daddy clearly hadn’t been able to get the girl everything because Mason Boudreaux was high on the woman’s want list and unable to be had.
Aloud, she spoke to Mali, who’d already taken a seat at the table. “Mali, I hear you’re a fashion student in London. That’s every exciting,” she said as she took the seat beside the other woman, the seat that Mali had been holding for Mason.
Mali eyed her with disdain, not at all pleased as Mason sat down in the seat across from the two women. Daniel made himself comfortable at the head of the table.
“I don’t do that anymore,” Mali said, turning her attention back to Phaedra. “It bored me.”
“Oh, well, I’m sorry to hear that.”
“Mali drops out of school every other week,” her father interjected.
“I’m coming to the States for school,” Mali said. “Phoenix, maybe.” She tossed Mason a look and a smile.
Mason shook his head.
“Phoenix is beautiful,” Phaedra said. “What do you think you’d like to study?”
Mali shrugged. “What do you do?” she asked, responding with a question of her own.
“I’m a photojournalist. Professional photography is my passion.”
“So you take pictures,” Mali said unenthusiastically.
“Award-winning pictures,” Mason interjected. “Phaedra is considered one of the best in the world,” he said proudly.
“Hmmph!” Mali grunted.
Phaedra laughed. “You’re still young, Mali. One day you’ll figure out what you want to do and I’m sure you’ll be the best at it that you can be.”
Not bothering to respond, Mali pulled a forkful of rice into her mouth, her attention dropping to the food on her plate. The rest of the evening was uneventful and before they were served dessert, Mali politely excused herself from the table.
“Where are you going?” Daniel asked. He swiped a cloth napkin across his mouth, then dropped it back into his lap.
His daughter strolled to the other side of the table and leaned to kiss Mason on his closed mouth. As she pulled back, she lifted her eyes to meet Phaedra’s and Phaedra smiled in response, not even bothering to blink an eyelash.
Mali sighed. “I have some things to take care of,” she said. “I’ll see you again soon, Mason?”
Mason cleared his throat, then shook his head no. “Tomorrow is our last day here. Phaedra and I have to be back in Texas by the end of the week.”
Mali tossed Phaedra another look as she made her way out the door. “Well, until I see you again, then,” she said.
“It was nice meeting you, Mali,” Phaedra called behind her.
As Daniel excused himself to follow behind his daughter, Phaedra pointed her index finger in Mason’s direction. She leaned across the table as she whispered teasingly just loud enough for him to hear, “We’ll need to disinfect your lips the minute we get home.”
His eyes widening, Mason swiped the back of his fingers across his mouth, and both burst out laughing as the home’s front door slammed harshly in the distance.
Chapter 13
The sun was setting in the distance as Mason and Phaedra sat on the beach, where the clear blue water kissed the white sand. Phaedra was nestled between Mason’s legs, her back resting against his chest. A warm breeze wafted through the air as the sky above their heads shimmered in shades of red, orange and yellow. Neither could remember the last time they’d been so at ease, completely relaxed and content in the moment.
Phaedra blew a soft sigh as Mason drew his hands over her shoulders and down the lengths of her arms, his caress a slow and easy touch that teased each of her nerve endings.
“This is nice,” she said softly, her voice a low whisper.
He pressed a gentle kiss against the back of her neck, allowing his lips to linger against the soft flesh. His eyes were closed as he fell into the simplicity of the moment. It was nice. Nice in a way that couldn’t be sufficiently explained. So nice that there was no one, and nothing, on either of their minds but each other. Mason blew a soft sigh against her skin, kissing her once again.
Nestling closer to him, Phaedra couldn’t help wishing that life could always be this pleasant. She’d been wishing for moments like this since she was a little girl believing in fairy tales and the possibility of happily ever after. Her mother had always assured her that her crown prince would come when she least expected him, riding in like a knight in shining armor to save her from herself. Phaedra couldn’t help thinking he’d finally found his way to her, his arms holding her tight to him, the wealth of the emotion he had for her undeniable. She had hardly been looking, and just like that, with the snap of her camera capturing his magnetic smile, Mason had steeled his way into her heart.
Mason gave her a hug, rolling her down against the blanket beneath them. He pressed his body over hers as he met her lips in a deep kiss. When he drew back, joy was shining in his eyes and in hers. He had no desire to move, wanting only to hover above her and admire the beauty before him.
As if she’d read his thoughts, her rich, full lips stretched into the happiest smile he had ever seen, highlighted by a light sheen of lip gloss that accentuated her warm, creamy complexion. Her nose wrinkled slightly as she smiled and her eyes gleamed with lust that was waiting to be coaxed out. Her body was silhouetted against the plush blanket beneath them, th
e curve of her hips and shapely legs and the natural form of her breasts stirring something animalistic within him. He could feel himself lengthening in his swim trunks, his body craving every last ounce of her sweetness.
Phaedra pulled a hand through her tousled hair, yet every hair seemed in place, framing her face nicely. Mason suddenly had visions of their future together, them sharing a rich and full life, traveling the world, making love in unimaginable places. He suddenly had an endless list of places where he wanted to have her, against a volcanic waterfall, in the midst of a garden of wildflowers in a mountain meadow, in the backseat of his Maybach parked on the French Riviera. As he pondered the possibilities he remained motionless, his breathing shallow, as if him breathing heavily might interrupt the beauty of the moment.
Heat spiraled between them, so abundant that Mason felt as if he could cut it with a knife. Phaedra felt it, too, and she began to pant softly, her lips parting as she passed the tip of her tongue between them. She purred softly, a low hum seeping past her open mouth. She lifted herself up just enough to pull his mouth back to hers, kissing him deeply a second time. When she pulled away, Mason was rock hard, the length of steel between his legs flexing for attention.
“What are you thinking?” Phaedra whispered as she nuzzled her face against his neck, wrapping her arms around his torso.
“I was just thinking that you are so beautiful and that sky is so spectacular that I should be making love to you.”
Phaedra giggled. “I kind of like how you think!” she said as Mason nibbled the spot beneath her chin, teasing up to plant another kiss on her lips. He grabbed both her wrists as he lowered his weight against her, his body kissing her body. Phaedra opened her legs as he dropped himself between them, her torso captured beneath his. She began to slowly grind her pelvis against his, his erection straining hard against her.
As Mason stared down into her eyes, he could feel his control starting to slip away, so enamored with her he felt completely lost in her intense stare. He drew the fingers of his right hand down the length of her arm and Phaedra shivered, a flash of heat burning deep between her legs.
Mason slid his left arm beneath her body, pulling her tight against him as Phaedra snuggled her face into Mason’s neck. She inhaled the sweetness of his warm brown skin, almost tasting the scent of his smooth chocolate body. Unable to resist, she planted a trail of gentle kisses against his neck and Mason groaned at the electric shivers that coursed through his body.
“Stop teasing me,” Phaedra whispered, eager to experience the moment.
Mason softly stroked her hair, her dark tresses cascading against her shoulders. “I’m not teasing,” he answered, a wry smile pulling at his mouth.
Mason took a finger and traced soft circles down the side of Phaedra’s face. He twinked her nose and Phaedra giggled softly. When he reached her full lips, Phaedra grinned as he gently tapped the moist flesh. She opened her mouth and captured his firm digit between her lips. She sucked softly on the sweet flesh, using her cheek muscles to draw him in and out. When she sucked harder on his thick finger, Mason moaned, warm waves of excitement passing through him.
“Now you’re teasing!” he said with a low chuckle.
Phaedra slipped his finger out of her mouth, kissed his warm palm, then rubbed her cheek against his hand. Mason leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers. He moaned and panted as Phaedra’s tongue entered the heat of his mouth, their kiss deepening as she gripped the back of his head and locked her fingers against his tight curls. The kiss was passionate and promising, nourishing each other’s intense desire. Their deep hunger for affection consumed them, causing them both to moan in ecstasy.
It seemed like an eternity before Mason broke the connection, both of them gasping excitedly for air. He pulled at the ribbon that held up her bathing suit top, then snatched the garment from around her body. He began kissing down her body, running his hands down the length of her torso as he nuzzled his nose between her breasts. She had beautiful breasts, Mason thought, like fresh-picked vine-ripened peaches. He ran his hands back up her sides and kissed the inner curve of her left peach.
He looked up at her. Phaedra had her eyes closed and was breathing harder than she was before. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and started sucking and swirling his tongue around the sweet delight while he gently caressed and kneaded the other breast. Phaedra groaned with pleasure beneath his ministrations, the heat from his fingertips lingering against her skin. When he switched sides and began suckling on her other breast, Phaedra was completely gone.
With mastered skill Mason continued to slide down the length of her body, his moist kisses stopping at her belly button as he dipped his tongue into the slight well. At the waistband of her bikini bottoms, he paused and Phaedra groaned at the loss of contact. She opened her eyes to watch as he hooked his fingers into her bottoms and pulled them down, his fingers connecting with precision against her flesh. She lifted her hips as he pulled them off, throwing them somewhere into the sand.
He paused as he looked at her. “God, you are so beautiful!” he said, his tone intoxicating.
Before she could respond he began to minister to the bundle of swollen flesh that pulsed between her legs, his fingers tapping with magic. Phaedra fell into a trance of pleasure. “Oh, Mason…” She bit down against her bottom lip, knowing that she wouldn’t last long if he continued to stroke her so unabashedly.
Phaedra inhaled swiftly, the magnitude of him and the moment suddenly consuming. Never before had anything felt more perfect to her. She sat up, reaching to pull him back to her. She tugged at his shorts, running her hands across his stomach as she pulled the string to loosen his swim trunks while he kissed her. Mason stopped kissing her long enough to stand up, slide his trunks down and step out of them. Pulling out a condom hidden in his pocket, he sheathed himself quickly.
Grabbing his hands Phaedra guided him back down to her. She closed her eyes and moaned at the skin to skin contact as he rolled against her. She started to grind her hips with his, the two moving in perfect sync. Phaedra kissed his neck as he ran his hands through her hair. With perfect precision he entered her easily, the two dancing together as if they were one body and not two. She pushed as he pushed, pulled as he pulled, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Mason panted, his excitement building as sheer decadence surged through every nerve and muscle in his body. Phaedra lost all coherent thought, her body convulsing with waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure. She arched her back against him, calling his name into the night air.
“Mason! Oh, Mason,” she screamed, her body juddering around his as Mason spilled himself deep inside her.
As they climaxed simultaneously, Mason clung to her, feeling as if he’d never be able to get enough of the exquisite creature. When he collapsed on top of her, Phaedra clutched him tightly to her. Her chest moved up and down against his as they both fought to catch their breaths. With stars spiraling above her head, love spilled from Phaedra’s eyes as she met his stare, unable to miss the longing that shimmered in the dark orbs. Above them, sitting high in the darkened sky, a full moon gave them its blessing.
Mason and Phaedra spent hours on the beach, the night air beginning to cool comfortably. With one last dip in the warm waters of the lagoon, they strolled hand in hand back to his bungalow. Phaedra lay on her stomach, sprawled across his king-size bed as Mason nuzzled his body against hers, both unable to sleep.
“This feels too good to be true,” Phaedra whispered.
Mason nodded his understanding, his hand stroking her lower back and the curve of her buttocks. “But it’s all very real,” he whispered back.
Phaedra smiled sweetly, shifting so that she could kiss the curve of his shoulder. “But all good things must come to an end,” she concluded, a deep sigh easing out of her mouth.
“It doesn’t have to,” Mason said. “This can last as long
as you want it to.”
“What if I want forever?”
Mason laughed, a low chuckle that warmed Phaedra’s spirit. “Then you can have forever.”
“You have such a way with words, Mr. Boudreaux.” She smiled.
“I am quite the wordsmith, madame, and your wishes are my commands.”
“You could spoil a girl like that.”
“Have no doubts, I plan to spoil my girl like that.”
Phaedra eased herself farther into his side, heat wafting from his skin to hers. “I like how that sounds. I like being your girl.”
Mason leaned over to kiss her forehead, brushing his lips gently against her. “That makes me very happy,” he whispered against her skin, the warmth of his breath causing her to shiver ever so slightly.
“I want to make you very happy,” Phaedra said coyly. She stroked his chest, gently grazing the broad expanse of flesh with her fingernails. Mason inhaled sharply at the sensation, blood surging in a southern direction. “Don’t move,” she commanded when he tried to reach for her.
His body tensed with anticipation as she pushed him back against the mattress. She drew her hand down past his belly button, pausing at the cusp of his pubic hair. Her fingers teased the tight black curls and his erection twitched eagerly, the protrusion stretching obscenely.
When he couldn’t wait any longer Mason took her hand and wrapped it around the length of his manhood. Her hand quivered as her fingers touched the long, thick, rock-hard length. Phaedra began to stroke him gently, feeling the long shaft as her palm glided up and down.
Mason shuddered as her fingers danced over his flesh and he sighed audibly. Phaedra was in awe as she stared at him, his beautiful, big organ seeming to grow beneath her nurturing. He was so hard and hot, silky to her touch, and as she moved her hand gently back and forth she could feel his heartbeat pulsing rhythmically in the palm of her hand. The tips of her fingers glided against his testicles and Mason jumped from the sensation. The feelings were exquisite and he could feel himself weakening beneath her touch.
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