He’s not some random dude I just hooked up with. He’s the wealthiest, most connected man in the city, probably the state.
I feel dizzy again, the gravity of my situation about as high up as we are on the top floors right now.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mason
I watch her sleep, barely getting a wink myself. She wasn’t kidding about her night moves either, she’s one active bunny in the sack and I’m keeping to my side the whole time.
I can’t wait ‘til I can utilize some of that nocturnal energy every damned night. I’ll have her sleeping like a kitten afterward.
I hope she’s dreaming of me too, because once she starts moaning and her hands travel south, between her legs with a pillow… I can’t take much more without crossing that line I promised to keep with her.
I’ve always been an early riser, so getting up at four or five is nothing new for me. And out of habit, as well as needing to distance myself from a sleeping and obviously very horny Jules, I check my office emails and decide to face up to a few other things in there.
I can deal with Jules when she wakes up…maybe.
I know I said I’d wait. But I’ll have to claim her soon or I’ll be visiting the emergency room to have this thing drained.
I hadn’t foreseen some kid hacking into the auction bids, but meh. A few extra million for charity is a lot less tax. I pay my share of both.
But it’s the downtown developments that have me rattled. The whole plan for my company to take over a whole neighborhood and put up condos only for those who have a big enough checkbook?
That’s not the company I started.
That’s not me and I’m itching to find out who’s behind it all and why I’ve been deliberately kept in the dark about it.
I field the usual and expected flood of media response to the auction straight to PR, let them handle it. I gave my instructions there.
It’s too early (or is it?) to call Nicholas. I know I sent him on vacation, but I feel like I’m gonna need him now more than ever if I’m going to get to the bottom of this development bullshit.
But before I know it, the suns up, and everything else takes a back seat once Jules finds me.
She looks cute, to say the least, wearing one of my shirts and not much else by the looks.
Her thick chest filling out my shirt, with those nipples that are just begging to be sucked peeking through, end the phone call I’m on.
It’s all about Jules today, the rest can work itself out and I’ll deal with the development conspiracies later I guess.
My house, the whole building. The papers, my life, and who I am, what I do, I can see it registering with Jules as I start to make us breakfast.
I don’t ever want her to feel overwhelmed or anything less than me.
We’re equals.
She’ll be mine and I know I’m all hers.
“Today’s just about us, okay,” I tell her, shifting the newspapers away and leaning over the counter to peck her lips.
Getting a full view down my own shirt is something new to me, something I like a lot, and breakfast is threatened by another trip to the couch or the bedroom, but I can see Jules needs to eat as much as I do.
I’m starved.
“You feeling better though?” I ask, noting her symptoms of fever seem to have gone.
She nods eagerly. “I think so. Must’ve been one of those twenty-four hour things.”
I’m relieved. I need her well, and full of energy.
I opt for steaks for breakfast. Nothing new for me, but Jules’ eyes widen for a moment once I ask her which one she wants.
“I’ll have a piece of yours. They’re huge, Mason,” she exclaims, but I warn her I need all of mine for me.
“I like to eat, Jules. I need too,” I tell her, feeling my hardness shifting again at the thought of what I’d rather be eating right now.
Dammit, if this girl hasn’t hijacked my mind and my body.
Her eyes run over me as I face her, and I wonder again if we can both make it through breakfast without devouring each other.
Right, when I’m about to postpone cooking in favor of eating out Jules again instead, the phone on the wall rings, making me groan.
“It’s my private line,” I explain, reluctantly moving to answer it.
“Like the bat phone?” Jules quips, and I smile.
“Kind of.”
It’s Nicholas. I’d normally be relieved, but with Jules here, right now is a bad time.
“I thought you were on vacation?” I ask him, realizing I may as well check in with him. I did email him telling him to call me ASAP. I just didn’t think it would be over my choice of breakfasts.
“I am. I was…” he says, sounding unusually hesitant. My email also alluded to the property deals I’ve just found out about. I’ve called a meeting and want every single executive in the board room tomorrow morning.
“I’m tied up today,” I continue to tell him, “but I need you to round up all those on the list. I don’t care where they are, get ‘em back here.” I growl.
Nick never talks back, but for some reason, he’s trying to brush off this whole thing. He wants to talk about the press, about the auction.
About the strange girl, I was seen leaving with.
I can see Jules is looking like she feels out of place, so sighing impatiently, I tell Nicholas as nicely as I can for him to just do as I’ve asked in the email and I’ll see everyone at the meeting tomorrow.
He protests again, but I hang up.
How weird.
“Everything alright?” Jules asks, noticing my suddenly very sad cock under my robe.
I shrug, laughing to myself.
No wonder I haven’t had it up in years. Damned work, kills every good
