My Best Friend's Brother(21)

No matter what I had to do in order to achieve that goal.





Chapter 17


Sarah


All through the interview, I did everything I could to elongate it. We  had time to tailor it down to fit into the time slot, but I wasn't ready  to go back into that dressing room. I wasn't ready to talk with Mason  alone, and I most certainly wasn't getting rid of this migraine fast  enough. My head pounded throughout the entire interview as the entitled  CEO of some new fucking business smiled his stupid ass smile and tried  to flirt with me. During one of the breaks, I physically scooted my  chair back from him, earning chuckles from the people around us as his  face fell. I wasn't in the mood to have two entitled assholes think they  could have me because they were rich.


The interview wrapped up, and I practically ran offstage, looking around  for a security guard to escort Mason from my dressing room. I wasn't  going to talk with him, I wasn't going to sit next to him, and I sure as  hell wasn't giving him the option of convincing me we should do  whatever the hell it was we were doing.


I was in too much pain to fight with him, and I knew if I felt his touch on me even once, I'd simply cave.


"Mac," I called out. "Mac, come here."


"What's up? You need more medicine? You look like hell."


"I hate you. Why in the world did you let Mason Baker into my dressing room?" I asked.


"Because he was worried about you, and he should've been. You need to go home and rest," he said.


"I fired my assistant over doling out my personal information to this  man. He's toxic. Stop letting him into this studio unless he's being  interviewed," I said.


"Look. Honestly? With him coming around, we all thought the two of you  were striking something up. And he'd be good for you and bring some  wonderful publicity to this show."


"Or not, with all the scandals surrounding his name already," I said.


"That's the point. I never said it was positive publicity, but it sure as hell would get more people to watch."


"I'm not some woman you can pimp out, Mac. I'm your star. The host of  this show. Had it not been for my idea and my tenacity to march into a  boardroom and present it, you wouldn't have a job here," I said.


"It was just a suggestion, Sarah. Calm down. Look, he's a decent enough  guy who was worried about you. So I let him in. He did me a solid, so I  did him one. It won't happen again."


"Thanks."


I walked back off to my dressing room and paused before I opened the  door. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to walk in here  and subject myself to his last-ditch efforts to get in my pants? This  was what this was really about. He liked my pussy a bit too much, and he  just didn't know why. So, he wanted to fuck it a few more times and get  me out of his system.


But even with that realization, I still pushed through into my dressing room and shut the door behind me.


I sighed and looked down, propping my head against the door as I rubbed  the back of my neck. My entire head felt like it was on fire, and if I  wasn't careful I'd end up throwing up my coffee everywhere. I heard  Mason get up from the couch before his hands landed on my shoulders, and  he slowly guided me to the couch where he helped me to lay down.         

     



 


Then, he knelt at my head and pushed my hair back from my sweating forehead.


"Look, I'll make this quick, all right?" he asked.


"‘Kay," I said, groaning.


"Our chemistry is fucking incredible, and I know you understand that. I know you feel it like I do."


"Sure," I said, sighing.


"This doesn't have to be a serious thing. In fact, I'd prefer if it  wasn't. We can keep it out of the public eye, have wonderful dinners  where we get to know one another, have some fabulous sex. No pressure  involved. Just two people enjoying the company of one another without  any judgment toward the other."


I had to admit, it sounded wonderful. Sex with this man that knew what  he was doing? Mind-blowing orgasms without the risk of getting  emotionally attached? More of those home-cooked dinners and perfect wine  pairings?


"No pressure for anything serious," he said. "I promise."


"Thanks for that," I said. "I'll think about it."


"You will?" he asked.


"Yeah. Yeah, I will."


I already knew I was going to say yes. Despite my better judgment and  the little voice screaming in the back of my mind, it was an offer I  couldn't turn down. I wasn't ready for a relationship. In fact, I wasn't  sure I ever wanted one. I didn't want to be the flavor of the month on  Mason's arm for the public, but I sure as hell wanted to ride him off  into the sunset. But I wanted to drag it out. I didn't want him knowing  how wonderful his entire plan sounded. I wanted him to think I was still  slowly dragging my barrier down to him.


I didn't want him to think he had the upper hand.


That and me dragging things out seemed to keep him coming back, and I  sure as hell wasn't ready to give up his chiseled body just yet.


"Sarah Williams, you are the most infuriatingly confusing woman I have ever met. And I can't get enough of you."


Before I could rebuttal his statement, I felt his lips descend onto  mine. The warmth pierced through the pounding in my head, pulling me  from my pain as my hand raised to cup his cheek. His torso hovered over  me, blanketing me in a warmth that made me shiver. His tongue slowly  slid across my lips, begging for entrance before he drew my bottom lip  between his teeth.


I moaned and arched my back into him, and that was all the entrance he needed.





Chapter 18


Mason


I felt her body lunge into me as her hands raked through my hair. Her  fingertips were like licking flames upon my scalp, heating my entire  body as our lips devoured one another's. My hand ran down her blouse,  unbuttoning it before pulling it from her pants. I slipped my hand  underneath the fabric as her hips began to roll, and I knew exactly what  she wanted.


Where she wanted me to be.


I parted her beautiful pussy folds as her legs spread for me on the  couch. I trailed kisses down her cheek, licking up her neck as she  shivered in anticipation. I wasn't in a denying mood as I felt around  for her clit, and the moment her body jumped, I smirked into the crook  of her neck.


"There she is," I said. "There's what I'm looking for."


"We have to be quiet," she said.


"I know. The question is, can you do that for me?" I asked.


She whimpered as I started my ministrations on her body. She shook and  jolted, her lips rolling into my fingertips as I circled her swelling  clit. I could feel her wetness growing, her juices beginning to cover my  fingertips as my mouth rushed up to hers. I swallowed her groans as I  circled faster and faster, feeling her tremble underneath my body as her  back arched further and further off the couch.


"Come for me," I said into her lips. "Do it now."


Her hands rushed to the back of my head and pulled me in for a painfully  beautiful kiss. She moaned into my mouth, and I gladly swallowed them  as her hips rolled lewdly into my hand. I circled her clit as she rode  out her orgasm, watching wildly as her skin flushed its beautiful,  decadent colors. I could smell her scent already filling the room, and  my cock sprang to attention, wanting nothing more than to be buried in  her and never released.


I slowly pulled my hand from her pants as her back dropped to the couch.  She panted for air as I held my fingertips to her lips. I painted her  juices onto her skin, watching her tongue dart around as she licked  herself off my skin. I groaned at the sight. How wanton she was for any  connection with me.


I couldn't deny myself any longer.


I stood up and stripped myself of my clothes as she wiggled out of her  pants. I wasn't patient enough to wait for her, so I pulled her to her  feet and ripped her blouse over her head. I unclasped her bra, tossing  it to the ground as she gasped lightly in shock, but she wasn't upright  for long.         

     



 


I bent her over the edge of the couch and slid my cock right into the warmth of her pussy.


She shivered as I filled her body with every inch of my thick, throbbing  cock. I coated myself in her juices, going painfully slow as she bucked  her ass back into me. Her body was so greedy for me. So willing to  gobble me down as my hands massaged the cheeks of her ass. I wanted to  crack my hands across them just to watch that beautiful red tone drift  across her skin.


But I knew that would be too loud, so I restrained myself as I slowly picked up my pace.


She pressed her face into the couch as her moans and groans grew in  volume. I bit down on my lower lip as her pussy massaged my cock. She  gripped me in all the right places as my hands held her hips. Her excess  gave way underneath my fingertips as her walls began to swell around my  cock.


"You feel amazing, Sarah. So fucking tight for me. Just the way I like it."