Bidding For Her Curves: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 208)

by Flora Ferrari

  “And me?” she asks. “Where do I really fit in all this?”

  In two steps I’ve closed the door behind me and taken her in my arms, pressing her hand against my heart.

  “You belong here, Jules. With me. Forever,” I whisper hoarsely, my voice cracking with emotion.

  She gasps and I brush my lips against hers.

  “You belong with me because I love you Jules, and you mean more to me than any amount of money. You’re mine like I keep telling you. Can’t you just accept that and be with me?”

  Her kiss in reply tells me her answer. Our mouths lock and her tongue swirls with mine as I grip her so hard I’m afraid she’ll break, but when I feel her hands on me gripping even tighter.

  I know I’ve won her. I know she understands just how I feel.

  “Then take me, Mason. Make me yours,” she whimpers, melting into me and clawing at my shirt, my jacket.

  “And damn you,” she adds, still sniffing. “Damn you for being so perfect!”

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Jules

  I don’t know what to think when I hear Florence’s message, to think that Mason was down there, of all places.

  I automatically jump to the conclusion that he’s just using me or playing with me.

  But when he tells me the truth.

  And I know it’s the truth.

  Once he tells me he loves me.

  It’s the three words, the only three words that make any sense of the feelings I have for him too.

  Nobody’s ever told me they love me, and when Mason says it I know it’s the truth. It has to be.

  Because it’s exactly how I felt since the moment I first saw him.

  It sounds corny, until it actually happens, love at first sight. I mean… It’s hard to describe.

  Nowhere near as hard as Mason though. Once he grabs hold of me, once I tell him to take me here and now, I lose all my doubts, any questions about myself or him loving me have vanished.

  I want him now more than ever, need him inside me.

  Being at home, in my own clothes, and near my own bed, having him tell me he loves me, it feels like the right time to give myself to him.

  Heart, body, and soul.

  Surprisingly, romance is the farthest thing from my mind. Once I decide it has to be now, I’m tearing at his clothes, itching to get him inside me as quickly as I can.

  He helps me by sliding out of his jacket and shirt in seconds while I fumble with his belt buckle, trying to grip and rub his manhood through his pants at the same time.

  He groans loudly, letting me work to free his dick, growling with satisfaction once I have it out, my hands trembling to match the whimpering sound coming from my own body.

  I can barely hold myself up and once Mason can see I’m in a near faint, he scoops me up and carries me into my bedroom.

  “Here,” he says as if he’s known all along that this is how I wanted it somehow.

  My head pumps and I whine again, wriggling and writhing in his grip, frantically trying to get as much of my body in contact with his.

  Laying me down gently, he pulls off all the clothes I only just put on, grinning when he notices my lack of underwear.

  Laying back, I open my legs for him to see, to show him how wet I am. What he’s doing to me.

  As if in reply I notice his own arousal which seems to throb and grow in size, a clear line of thick precome trailing from him as he studies me. His low moan and slight shaking of his head telling me he can’t believe he’s finally claiming his prize.

  “Mason,” I gasp again, struggling not to press my legs together, feeling my whole mound starting to twitch and quiver with the thought of him inside me.

  With his knees on the bed, his huge hands prying my legs further apart.

  Then he orders me to tell him again, “Tell me you want this, Jules,” he says, running his whole palm flat across my drenched valley, making me moan out loud with pleasure, cursing under my breath as I nod feverishly.

  “Yes, yes!” I tell him. “I want you to take me, Mason. Fuck me and fill me with your seed. Make me come on your cock. Make me yours.”

  Like the last time, it’s like someone else is saying all these things. I don’t even think like that let alone speak like that.

  It’s just the power he has over me, and I know he loves it as much as I do when I hear myself talking dirty to him.

  He looms over me as I reach for his hardness with both hands. His eyes are kind, gentle and he kisses me softly, but I’m already using the thick head of his manhood to circle my hole, gasping as I start to feed his length into me.

  There’s a moment where I don’t think I can do it. That he won’t fit. But once he puts his own weight behind it and I relax some, it’s like a key sliding into a lock that was made for it.

  We both moan loudly. Uses his huge arms to hold himself up he eases nearly his full length into me, making me groan even louder.

  I’ve never known so much sensation, so much pleasure and so much closeness to anything or anyone before.

  I wrap my legs around his waist, my thighs melting into his own, my softness flush against his hard body, making him growl with pleasure again, telling me how good I feel against him.

  His arms lower him just enough so he’s pressed up against me, but he keeps his full weight off me for some reason, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling hard and tell him I want all of him on me… all of him in me.

  My hands move from his neck to his back, clawing at him as his hand finds my hip and grips it tighter as he starts to slowly move in and out of me, making me swear out loud again, amazed that anything could ever feel this good.

  We lose ourselves in the moment, his body pressed hard against mine, and mine fused to his until, using his strength, he rolls over.

  Keeping himself fully inside me, I find myself suddenly on top and shift my arms and legs so I can straddle Mason better, finding a new, even more, powerful spot he’s just reached deep inside me.

  It’s not long before I can feel the beginnings of my climax. He’s filled me to the brim and it’s the only thing left for me to do to stop from exploding into space altogether.

  I try and keep us at a certain pace, but I suddenly feel his cock stiffening deep inside me, and clutching both my hands in his, he lets me know it’s time.

  “You’re mine now. You and me…family…” he says, gritting his teeth as I feel my whole body start to wobble then jerk uncontrollably as his thickness fills me with his own powerful climax.

  I don’t know if I’ve ever made so much noise in my life, but the two of us sound like a pair of wild animals.

  I try to stop, to hold still, and let it wash over me, but something is making both of us move. Move with the other, to extend and heighten this feeling even more, and before I know it, we both collapse in a tangled heap, exhausted.

  I fall forward onto Mason, my chest resting against his. I can feel his heart pounding against mine, his own pulse against mine as my body lies flat and hot against his.

  Our breathing is fast and only slows after what must be minutes. I can’t even form a coherent thought, but the touch of his hands over my body as he caresses me gently bring me back to earth.

  We don’t say anything, don’t have to. I know we can both feel it.

  That something apart from me giving myself to Mason has also happened. I feel my mind formulating the thought, but Mason shushes me, by stroking my hair back from my face and kissing me.

  We lie like this for what must be hours, with Mason still inside me and I must doze off at some point, waking at the same moment he does.

  Both of us lifting our heads at the same moment, our noses almost touching, his eyes dancing with a new intensity.

  “Hi,” he whispers, finding my hands again and taking them both in his.

  “Hi,” I squeak, breathing in sharply as I feel another wave of pleasure course through me, my breathe shuddering until he kisses me again.

  “You should’ve ju
st done that when I came to your office,” I hear myself saying. “Would’ve saved a lot of time.”

  We both laugh softly, and I feel my body shiver again as he moves inside me still.

  “I don’t want you to have any more doubts,” he says.

  “I love you, Jules. It’s us now. You and me.”

  “I love you too,” I tell him without hesitation, biting my lip after hearing myself say that to someone.

  Anyone in this life.

  Not just anyone, Mason Thorne.

  If I was able to move my legs, I might feel like running to the roof and screaming it to the world, but for now and forever, the only person it matters for me to tell is Mason.

  “I love you, Mason,” I tell him again, and hearing him repeat it back to me, I know we’ll never be able to say it enough.

  Not in one lifetime.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Mason

  Lying with Jules dozing on top of me, I know what real happiness is now. I’ve been looking for it my whole life, thinking it might be in material things or money… power.

  But the idea I could feel this, all from sharing just myself with another person, the right person, mind you.

  It’s incredible.

  It’s amazing.

  I’m the richest man alive now, and it has nothing to do with money.

  I want to wake her up, just to tell her I love her again, but I also want to watch her sleep.

  But I also want to wake her, find out everything there is to know about her.

  There’s time for that yet, Mason. There’ll be plenty of time now.

  Her lip is curled in a peaceful smile, and her hand twitches as she dreams her sweet dreams. Folded under her chin, it makes her look more like an angel than a woman now.

  I guess I must doze off too, and when we do wake up it’s at the same time, and I get to tell her I love her all over again.

  Something I know we’ll both never tire of because, like me, I don’t think Jules has ever had anyone tell her, let alone really mean it.

  “What do we do now?” Jules asks.

  I tilt my head in question, frowning.

  “What do you mean?”

  “My job, the whole charity auction thing,” she says, and I watch a line form between her brows.

  Too many thoughts about things that don’t matter anymore.

  I sigh heavily and hold her closer, tight enough so she can’t ask any more questions just yet.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m more concerned about you thinking I’m plotting to buy the world and kick everyone out of it,” I tell her, half-joking but still feeling the burn of her reaction to that message.

  “I didn’t know what to think,” she confides, and I have to agree, I still don’t know what to think about it all myself.

  “How about for the rest of today, we just do nothing? I could use some jeans and a tee though,” I tell her, raising my brows and craning my neck to see my six thousand dollar suit crumpled on the floor.

  “I don’t think my jeans would fit,” she offers.

  “How about we grab a bite, maybe do some shopping. If you feel up to it?” I ask, secretly wanting to take her out. To show her off to the world.

  To walk around in the world with her on my arm, doing anything, as long as it’s together.

  She screws up her face and snuggles deeper into me, drawing up the covers over us both.

  I hadn’t even noticed our nakedness, or if we were hot or cold.

  Everything, when I’m this close to Jules, is just perfect the way it is, however it happens to be.

  But looking around her room, the apartment beyond, I know she deserves better.

  Much better.

  “You couldn’t live in a place like this, could you?” she asks, not meaning to sound the slightest bit hurt.

  “If it was with you? I dunno,” I tell her, thinking it over. “I’m pretty set in my ways. Could you live at my place?” I ask her, more of an invitation than a question.

  She sighs quietly and buries her face in my chest again.

  “I should call back Florence,” she says finally. “Would she know what’s happening yet? With all that donation money, I mean,” she asks earnestly.

  I shrug, not really knowing myself. “I’ll know more tomorrow myself. These executive types, they scatter like dry leaves on the weekends, I think Nicholas is having a hard time mustering them for a meeting tomorrow.”

  I don’t want to think about it, a big part of me is doing the math, wondering how quickly I could just dissolve everything. How much I’d have and how many lifetimes it could last me and Jules…

  Our own family.

  I’m way ahead of her though and smile. “We can stop by there if you want,” figuring she might want to be the one to break some good news to Florence for a change.

  Jules stays still and quiet. I get lost in her breathing and we both just lie still for a long time.

  “You really did all that for me though?” she finally asks, and I can tell she’s been thinking the whole time I’ve been lying here listening to her breathing.

  “All what?” I ask, knowing full well what she means, laughing when she punches my chest softly.

  “Millions of dollars for some soup kitchen, breaking up a huge deal from your own company,” she tells me, spelling it out in a way that sounds a lot simpler than it probably really is.

  But I guess it really is that simple.

  “I did. I will,” I tell her without hesitating. “And, I’ll do more than that. Whatever it takes.”

  She looks worried, a cloud passing over her sweet face.

  “I just don’t want you thinking I’m trying to buy you, Jules. I bid for you at that auction, sure. But that was when I knew what those other clowns had planned.”

  “So you wouldn’t have bid that much for me otherwise?” she says, pouting, teasing me now.

  I tickle her under her arms, making her squeal.

  “I’d give it all up, right this second if it meant I could have you. To make sure you’d always be mine,” I tell her truthfully.

  “Well, don’t go doing anything like that,” she urges me. “I’m all yours, and you’re mine. I’m not letting you go either, Mason Thorne,” she says, hugging me.

  “It’ll all still be there tomorrow,” I muse aloud, the sound of my stomach rumbling making us both chuckle.

  “You do need to eat a lot, don’t you?” she asks me, and I raise my brows in agreement.

  “I do, I like to eat and there’s a lot of me to feed.”

  “We could order in,” she says, and I know she’s half-serious, half-teasing me again.

  “What do you really want to do?” I ask her, deciding I actually don’t mind either way.

  I could lie with her on top of me forever at this point.

  “As long as it’s with you,” she starts, and I realize one of us is gonna have to make a decision, or else we will be in bed all day.

  “Do you wanna stay here? I mean, do you want to keep living here?” I ask her, changing the subject suddenly but suddenly not able to picture life at home without her there from now on.

  “Give me some time, Mason… about that anyway. A lot’s changed in just twenty-four hours,” she says thoughtfully, and I have to agree, even though in my own mind it’s pretty simple.

  “Sorry, must be low blood sugar, making me insecure,” I joke, knowing there’s no way we could raise a family in a one bedroom apartment like this.

  I’d like to tell her that, but when I look at her, I can tell she’s already thinking the same thing.

  “C’mon then,” I suggest. “Let’s get outta here, grab a bite, and do some shopping.”

  Her eyes widen in a question.

  “You’re gonna need some fancy clothes if you’re sitting in on that meeting tomorrow with me. Those guys are brutal. Gotta dress to kill.”

  She looks startled, then worried.

  “I’m not going anywhere without you, Jules. It’s you and me
now, remember?” I inform her, pecking her lips, which she turns into a proper kiss, grabbing my hair and holding me tight. Threatening to take up the rest of the day doing what I know I want to.

  We’re in no hurry, and by the middle of the afternoon, we head back to my car, my idea to make for my favorite shopping district.

  Hoping they have jeans.

  There’s a message waiting in the car, from my phone service. That direct line that’s supposed to be for emergencies only…

  “I gotta check this,” I tell Jules, who doesn’t mind at all, but I do. Today is supposed to be all about her, but I only get direct line calls when shit’s hitting a fan somewhere.

  It’s Fitch from legal and finance. I figure he wants confirmation on the email requests I asked Nicholas to forward him about the development deal.

  He doesn’t mention it, but he does mention a huge sell-off of shares from the company in charge of the development though. It just went bust after dropping to less than a cent per share… the ones that are left that is.

  Mine.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Jules

  I’m no genius, but when I hear the message playing in Mason’s car, I know it’s not good news.

  He doesn’t look too surprised though, and I’m not sure what it actually means.

  “We can…” I start, but he smiles, shaking his head.

  “No. Today is our day. I told you that, plus we really do need some kickass clothes for that meeting now,” he muses, half to himself.

  I decide to zip it and let Mason do what he has to do, but I’m still not sure what I can do to help with this development or even the charity for that matter.

  He makes one call while driving, to Nicholas, his PA who doesn’t answer.

  Mason goes quiet after that until we hit the main strip of the downtown shopping district.

  I’ve only ever seen this end of town from the bus, all the high end fashion house stores. Places I could never afford to even look in the windows.

  Mason perks up once we pull up to what he tells me is his favorite place for just about everything.