Same for Jules I’m guessing.
I try not to watch her, but she does this thing with her ears when she chews. I think it’s cute and can’t help but stare.
She stops chewing.
“Everything alright?” she asks, brushing her hair back over her ears self-consciously.
I think again about the real estate deal, about her neighborhood. Wondering how soon can I bring up the topic of her staying here with me for good.
“I just like watching you is all,” I tell her truthfully.
I can see she’s also thinking about her things.
“I can have some clothes sent up, anything you need,” I offer.
She gives me a smile.
I had planned for a day out. But seeing her in my shirt and what looks like a pair of my boxers too, I’m thinking I want to be housebound with her today, but it’s her day. It’s up to Jules.
“You feel like doing anything? Going someplace?” I ask, dabbing my mouth with a napkin.
“I thought you’d have to do something about the auction?” she asks, finding her own napkin and matching my movements with her own.
I shrug, really not wanting to think about it, or anything to do with the business until tomorrow.
Even though I know I should be scrambling to set some heads rolling. From the sounds of it though, most of the trash I want to take out isn’t even in the state. Some of them aren’t even in the country at the moment.
How convenient.
“Maybe we could go to the soup kitchen? I’m sure Florence, that’s the manager, will be bowled over by the amount raised,” she says suddenly.
Excitedly.
Enthusiastic.
I feel my stomach drop.
Having Jules anywhere near the soup kitchen, or her neighborhood for that matter is the last thing I want right now. But it’s she wants. And I can see her eyes light up at the idea.
“I’d much rather go home and get changed anyway. Have my own clothes,” she adds, only fueling my alarm which she picks up on straight away.
“Is that alright?” she asks me, looking at me sideways as I stifle a groan.
“Of course,” I tell her. “Anything you want. I just thought… what about clothes to even get you there?” I venture, looking over her with a raised brow but she only smiles, hugging herself a little.
“I like your shirt. I can dash from a car into my building in it, can’t I? You can protect me,” she adds proudly, and I feel a strange hollowness where I should be pleased.
They’re not knocking down her neighborhood this week Mason, ease up, she can grab some stuff from her apartment.
I wonder what the hell is wrong with me. I’m Mason Thorne but when it comes to Jules McPherson I only want to make her happy.
“Sure,” I hear myself saying. Trying to mean it. But there’s a bad feeling inside me. This whole business with that real estate deal…
Something’s rotten, but I tell myself it isn’t me or Jules and decide I have to leave it for now.
To try and enjoy her company for the day without thinking about it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Jules
Feeling unsexy, stuffed to the brim with food, and hesitant by Mason’s reaction to me wanting to go home, even to just get some clothes I try and put it to the back of my mind.
He’s a busy guy and most likely has a million things to think about.
I’m actually surprised he wants me to stick around at all. We didn’t go all the way last night, and I thought that’s what all guys wanted?
But I also know that Mason Thorne isn’t all guys.
He’s one of a kind.
He’s still eager to please me though, even though I can tell he’d rather not go to my apartment.
I almost want to feel ashamed, but if he really wants to get to know me, seeing where I live is about as good an introduction as you can get.
Next to having his face in my pussy for an hour how confronting can my apartment be after that?
“C’ mere,” he says, suddenly smiling, his mood lifting as his eyes widen with suggestion. His gestures to his lap for me to come sit on.
I scoot over to him, and perch myself on his knee, squealing a little when he pulls me extra close, sliding me right onto his lap and over his member, which I feel getting hotter and fatter by the second through his boxers I’m wearing.
“I’m gonna take a shower,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling it gently and then kissing behind it all the way down to my neck.
I make a soft sound of agreement like I think it’s a good idea.
“And I want you to join me,” he says firmly, a hand sliding up the inside of my thigh, prying my legs open enough for his hand to find what it’s searching for.
“Maybe you want a little more of what you had last night?” he suggests, taking the pressure off me thinking I have to go all the way right now, but it hardly seems fair to have everything in my favor.
“I just want to eat you up, Jules. I really do,” he says reassuringly as if reading my mind, I feel my hands straying to his hard on, which pulses in both my hands.
My eyes widen, as I wonder how the heck he will fit inside me anyway. Mason moans loudly, letting his head tilt back as I start to work both my hands around the hot, swollen tip and then pump up and down.
“Do you like that?” I ask him, feeling like I’ve turned the tables pretty quick without even meaning to.
“Mmmm… fuck yes…” he groans, letting me work his rod until thick beads of clear fluid run from his tip and he starts to swear under his breath.
My heart is pounding in my ears, thumping in my chest as my hands start to shake. And not just because Mason’s dick starts to twitch uncontrollably.
He grips me suddenly, and
