Jenna smoothed her hands down her body and spread her legs farther. She flicked a finger over her clit first, intentionally going where she knew Mason wouldn’t have gone. The man liked to torment her. She felt a sense of naughtiness at her brazen intent to bring herself to fulfillment fast and now.
She could picture him shaking his head at her as she stroked her clit over and over, uncaring that she was going to come without delay. She was alone, after all. She didn’t have to do things his way.
In minutes, she tipped over the edge, a deep sound coming from her throat as she arched her hips off the bed and pulsed around her finger. She hadn’t even reached inside her pussy. All this reaction was from her clit.
As she settled back against the mattress, she sighed. Girl, you’re in a heap of trouble.
Chapter Nine
At five o’clock Saturday afternoon, Katy pounced into Ribbons and Bows, a grin spread across her face. “How’s it going?”
Jenna smiled at her from behind the register. “Busy. But I’m glad. Kept my mind occupied.” There were no customers in the shop at the time, and Jenna was enjoying a moment of reprieve from the bustle. Both her employees were out making deliveries.
“Are you going to close soon? I thought we’d go to dinner.”
“Yeah. Just wrapping things up. How about takeout back at my place?”
“Perfect. Chinese?”
“Mmm.” Jenna’s stomach growled at the thought. She hadn’t eaten more than a granola bar at lunch.
“I’ll go grab the food and meet you back at the apartment, then.” Katy bounced back out the door, leaving Jenna to close up. Her saving grace was having two employees she could count on every day of the week. She hadn’t come by them through ordinary means. Nope. Mariel and David were the perfect choices.
She grinned as she locked the register and headed to the back to shut off the lights. When her coworkers returned, they could handle anything else that needed to be done. Working with people who were closer than family was what made her business run so smoothly.
Everything she knew about plants she’d learned from Mariel. As far back as Jenna could remember, Mariel always had a bouquet of flowers on the small kitchen table in her tiny house behind the Mathews’. She’d organize the gorgeous blooms and tell Jenna all about them. David was forced to listen too. He would tug on Jenna’s sleeve to go outside, but Jenna would make him wait, fascinated by the tales of which roses were hardier than others and which blossoms would last longer.
Deciding to open her own shop was a no-brainer. Her degree had been in business. Her parents never would have agreed to allow her to take horticulture classes, but that didn’t matter. Everything she knew about flowers had already been established. All she’d needed was the business sense to run her own shop.
It wasn’t until she was in college that she ran into David on campus and found out he’d been studying the very subject he’d feigned no interest in all through childhood. Deciding to work together after they graduated had been easy. And luring his mom away from her job with a temp agency had been icing on the cake.
It took a few years for Jenna to pull her act together and move out of her parents’ home, but now she, Mariel, and David were making it happen. What Jenna most hoped to do was to open another shop in the next town and turn this one over to her lifelong friends.
Jenna shut the door behind her and dashed for her car. She pulled up to her apartment minutes later as Katy was arriving.
Famished, they headed inside and tore into the boxes of fried rice and chow mein, grabbing forks and digging right into the containers. Plates were hardly a necessity between friends.
When they were both stuffed, they curled up on each end of the couch, popped open a bottle of merlot, and leaned back with their stemless glasses.
“So, have you thought much about what you saw last night?”
Jenna shook her head. “Haven’t had time. I thought about Mason’s wide chest and firm muscles, but that’s about it.” She grinned.
“What would your parents say if they found out you were dabbling in BDSM?”
Jenna cringed. “God. They’d freak. My mother would lose it.” She lifted both eyebrows. “Almost makes it worthwhile to see the look on her face.”
Katy tossed a pillow at Jenna, barely missing the wine glass in her hand. “They are your family, you know. You might want to consider reconciling with them at some point.”
“Why? They never consider reconciling with me. The only reason my mother calls dutifully every week is to try and sway me to her way of thinking. My father probably puts her up to it.”
“I bet he misses you.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
“Have you mentioned your family to Mason?”
“Hell no. Why would I do that?”
“Do you think he deserves to know who you are before you enter into any kind of relationship with him?”
Jenna glanced up at the ceiling. “Probably, but no more than I deserved to know who he was before he stripped me naked physically and emotionally and fucked me six ways to Sunday without taking off his pants.”
“True. But he has told you now.”
Jenna shook her head and took another drink. “My parents don’t define me. They aren’t who I am. Mason’s secrets were an integral part of his life.”
“I’ll give you that, but I’m not so sure your parents have as little influence on you as you suggest. In spite of or because of them, you are who you are today as a result of being raised under their roof.”
The woman had a point, but Jenna couldn’t imagine a day she’d want any man to find out prematurely about her family. As long as she could keep that side of herself hidden, she would.
»»•««
Sunday Jenna spent most of her waking hours scouring the internet for information on fetish lifestyles. By the time the sun went down, her eyes were crossed, and her brain swam with far too much information.
She had more questions than answers.
What were Mason’s specific tastes? Did he like to inflict pain? Would he hurt her? He’d said otherwise, but what about mentally?
How often did he go to Extreme? Weekends? Both days? Every night? Were they open that often?
Would he share her with others? She cringed at the idea and knew she had some hard lines she would never cross.
Would he expect her to expose herself to other people? Probably. Nearly everyone at Extreme had been in some state of undress, especially the submissives.
Was there something inherently wrong with a man who spent all his free time fighting men and dominating women?
The idea frightened her, but she couldn’t help the niggling intrigue she felt also, and the titillating sensation that ran down her spine every time she pictured herself in any of a number of scenes she’d witnessed Friday night.
Plus, Rafe led a parallel lifestyle, and Jenna knew he was an upstanding citizen. Katy loved him.
»»•««
By late Monday afternoon, Jenna was a ball of nerves, so preoccupied she kept staring into space and dropping the flowers she held in her hand onto the counter.
“Earth to Jenna. Come in.”
Jenna whipped her gaze up to find David leaning over the counter from the other side. He held a gorgeous bouquet of red roses. Tied around the vase was an enormous wide, white ribbon with far too many loops. It was too big for the vase and gaudy as hell. Jenna scrunched up her nose. “What the hell is that?”
David grinned. “Hey. I don’t question the customers. I just make the arrangements.”
“But that’s awful. You can’t deliver that to anyone.” What was the matter with him?
He grinned wide. “Thank God you agree. Coincidentally I don’t have to go far for this delivery.” He held out the vase. “They’re for you.”
“What?” She set the arrangement on the counter and stepped back. Nope. Even at a distance it was ridiculous. Why so much ribbon? “It’s not my birthday, and I’ve never been
a huge fan of eccentric arrangements.”
“Like I said, I just fill the orders when they come in. There’s a card too.” He pointed at the tiny envelope protruding between the loops of the bow and sauntered from the room.
Jenna stared at the roses. The flowers themselves were gorgeous. Fresh from this morning. They would last a long time if she fed them.
Her fingers shook as she reached for the card.
She knew before she opened it they were from Mason. “I’m not a roses and chocolates kind of guy.”
She smiled, unable to stop herself. The miles of ribbon probably had some meaning.
In tiny handwriting, the card was filled with a script that didn’t belong to David or Mariel. Mason himself must have filled it out.
Her cheeks flamed wondering if David had read the card.
Jenna, please accept my apologies for the way I handled things Friday night. I might have been rash in my decision to fling you into the mix without a word. Both mixes. I realize it would be a huge leap of faith for you to give me a chance with your heart. However, I’m hoping you will consider doing just that. I know I can be an overbearing ass at times, but I can’t seem to get you out of my head. Your purity in all things humbles me. Please accept these gifts as a token of my sincere desire to get to know you better. Yours, Mason
Gifts? A bell chimed in front, indicating a customer had entered the shop. David was manning the register. He had everything under control. Jenna stood rooted to the spot, holding the tiny card in her shaky fingers.
A minute later the bell rang again, and David ducked into the back holding a rectangular box wrapped in silver paper and covered with another gaudy white bow far too large for the box, a mile-wide grin splitting his cheeks. “Another awful delivery for you. Someone has been holding out on me.” He handed her the box. “Details please.” He looked at her face and sobered. “Never mind. I’ll wait until later.” He turned and fled the back room.
Do I look that stunned?
Jenna tore the silver paper from the box and dropped it to the floor with the ribbon. Chocolates. Of course. Hence the plural gifts.
A card on top read:
You’re holding my heart in your hands. Please give me a chance to demonstrate some of my finer skills.
M
Holy shit!
When did Mr. Bullfighter become so eloquent and thoughtful? The door to the back room opened again, and she almost stumbled onto her ass. She gripped the side of the counter and lifted her gaze. What now?
She swallowed her tongue.
Mason stood there with a giant smirk on his face. “Hey.” He leaned casually across the counter and toyed with the bow wrapped numerous times around the vase of roses. “I was hoping this would be enough ribbon that I might be able to put it to good use.”
Jenna swallowed again. “Doing what?” she mumbled.
He raised an eyebrow. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
She stared at him. He was in her shop. David would have seen him. Now she would have to explain herself to her friends. Mariel and David were going to have a field day with this development.
“I was hoping you’d consider letting me take you to dinner.”
Jenna cleared her throat. “Now?” She glanced down at her clothes. White jeans. Pink blouse. Matching pink flip flops. Not what she would wear on a date, but then again, Mason was casual in his jeans and designer T-shirt.
“Well, if you can get away. Your coworker told me he had things covered.”
You spoke to David?
Jenna glanced around at the messy room. She’d accomplished little today except to scatter flowers, stems, and ribbon all over the place in her discombobulated state.
“Did you have other plans?” His mouth dropped.
“No.”
“Then let’s go.” He lifted his elbow for her to accompany him.
“I need to talk to David.” She stepped past Mason, leaving him in the rear of the store.
David was finishing up with a client, and she waited for the door to shut behind the woman before she addressed him. “You told Mason you would close?”
“Yes. Is that a problem? I often close.” He lifted a brow, smirking at her. “So, Mason is his name? Nice. Why haven’t I heard a word about this Mason?” He glanced behind her to make sure they weren’t being overheard and lowered his voice. “He’s hot. If it doesn’t work out, give him my number.”
Jenna swatted his arm. “Be nice.” She straightened and brushed a hair from her face. “Okay then.” She glanced around and couldn’t think of a single reason she shouldn’t go with Mason. Except for the small detail of him possibly smashing her heart to pieces when he was done with it.
“Go.” David pointed to the back. “There’s a stunningly hot man waiting for you. Why are you still here?”
He was that. Stunning and hot. Maybe too much so.
Chapter Ten
Mason drove slowly toward the steakhouse. He’d booked a reservation before arriving at Ribbons and Bows. He felt like a gangly teenager on his first date. In fact he’d been a teenager the last time he’d been on a real date.
He’d never been lacking in women, and he’d serviced plenty over the years, never failing to get what he needed from them whenever the urge arose. But dating was not his thing. Or it hadn’t been.
When he pulled to the curb and then helped Jenna from the Camaro, he felt calmer than expected. Her tiny fingers wrapped in his made him settle. His chest pounded at a slower pace.
The hostess seated them promptly, and Mason ordered a bottle of wine. He leaned on his elbows and stared at his good luck as soon as the waitress left them. “What?”
Jenna grinned at him. “You don’t realize how domineering you are, do you?”
Uh oh. He gritted his teeth. “What’d I do already?”
“How do you know if I like chardonnay?”
He smiled. “You drank it at the rehearsal dinner.” Ah ha.
She laughed. “Okay. I’ll give you that. But what if I want something different tonight?”
“Do you?”
“No.”
“Well then.” He reached across the table and took her hands in his. “I’m gonna fuck up. I’m far from perfect. I don’t know if I can do this. I’m only asking for a chance.”
She squeezed his hands with her fingers. “I’m not perfect, either. And you don’t have to do all the work. Perhaps we could meet halfway. I could attempt to fit in to your world, and you could give mine a try?”
“A truce. Hmmm. I’ve never done a truce before.”
“No time like the present.” She released him as their wine appeared.
The waitress removed the cork, poured a splash, and handed it to Mason, who nodded his approval after a small sip. “May I take your order?”
Mason opened his mouth and then thought better of it. “Give us a minute, please.” He turned to Jenna. “See? I can be so accommodating. What sounds good to you?”
Jenna perused the menu. “The fillet, I think.”
“Good choice.”
The meal was easy going, not as stressful as Mason had anticipated. He found he liked sitting across from Jenna, being able to watch her expressions as she ate. They engaged in a bit of give and take. She told him about her floral business, and he told her about his accounting office.
He knew her better after they’d eaten. He didn’t usually know much about a woman besides what made her tick sexually. Hell, he barely knew more about himself than what got his rocks off.
When they strolled back to the car, Mason took her hand. “Would you like to come back to my place?”
She lifted her gaze to his. “I shouldn’t. I think I like you too much.”
He laughed. “That’s the weirdest line I’ve ever heard.”
“True, though. I need more time to process this…thing…we have. If I go home with you, you will have my head spinning before we shut the front door, and the next thing I know, you’ll have me on my back. And I�
�ll like it.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” No wonder he didn’t date. Women were too complicated.
“It’s a confusing thing. Besides, my car is at the shop. Can you take me back there?”
“Of course.” But it might kill me to leave you.
He drove slow, saying little. He didn’t want the evening to end. Even if they didn’t have sex, he liked being with Jenna. Having her in his car was a wonder in and of itself. He didn’t want her to get out.
When he pulled up, it was dark. “You don’t have lights in the back?”
“No. I’m not usually here in the dark, anyway.”
Mason got out and came around to her side of the car. He didn’t like the idea she might ever be behind her shop in the dark. “I’m going to wait for you to pull away,” he said as he helped her out.
“I have to go in first. I left a mess.”
“Then I’ll go in with you. You shouldn’t be here alone. It’s not safe.”
“Okay, bossy.” But she smiled.
Jenna pulled out her keys, and Mason took them from her. “Which one is it?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve been known to open this door by myself from time to time.”
“Yeah, but this time you don’t have to. Which one is it?” He dangled them in front of her.
“The gold one next to my car fob.”
“See how easy that was?” he teased. He opened the door and flipped the switch inside the shop. The back room illuminated, and he led her inside.
The place was pristine. “I don’t think you need to worry. I guess your guy took care of things.” The only thing on the counter was her vase of roses, the box of chocolates, and two enormous ribbons that made him chuckle.
“Yeah, David would do that.” She shook her head. “He’s a keeper.”
“David, huh?” A spurt of jealously, the likes of which he’d never experienced, climbed up his spine and deposited itself in his brain. He leaned on the counter and fingered the ribbon, trying to ignore his unusual emotional state. “How long have you known David?”
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