“I mean, I’m sure he was feeling the same way before too, and he never lost focus.”
He then got up from me and walked away. I followed him as he strolled over to Mason. Mason looked pissed. When Alex got to him, he said something that made Alex laugh and shake his head. Mason’s eyes then fell on me, and I could feel the heat from them all the way across the room. I don’t know what that was about, but now I’m really not going over there.
By the end of the day, Mason came over to me. I expected him to lie on Stephen’s table for his after workout therapy, but he stopped in front of me and lay on my table.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, nervously looking around.
He looked at me with amusement. “Well, I’m waiting for my workout therapy. Can you pay extra attention to my lower back? These past few days have been hell on my back.”
I looked at his back, and my first instinct was to attack him. He sensed my hesitation, and he smiled back at me.
He whispered, “We can do that too, but it’ll have to be later. I don’t think Lou would appreciate you attacking me like that.”
I snapped out of my thoughts and smacked him upside his head.
“Oh, shut up.”
I started to work his back muscles as he wanted. I made sure to take extra care on him to work out places that I knew Stephen wouldn’t do, but should have. I paid close attention to the way Mason fought, and what muscles he uses all the time. I made sure to loosen every muscle he used and then I stretched him. By the time I was done with him, he was completely relaxed… and I was completely horny.
Apparently he was too, because he stayed on the table on his stomach for a minute after I was done. I laughed and walked away to try and get myself together. I can’t believe he was doing this to me. As I packed my stuff, he came up behind me.
“Do you have to work today?”
I turned to face him. He backed me up in a corner where no one could see us. His lips quickly fell on mine. My hands went straight in his hair, and his went straight to my ass. Kissing this man was my undoing and my weakness. I didn’t want to stop and whimpered slightly when he pulled back from me. I saw it was hard for him to stop too, as he kept his eyes closed for just a second longer.
“I’ve been waiting to do that all day.”
He placed his arms around my waist and brought his forehead to mine.
“Hey, baby,” he said, low and husky.
I grinned like a school girl. I mean, this is ridiculous. I just talked to him a minute ago. As a matter of fact, I had my hands all over his body. But his saying hello to me—like he was just seeing me for the first time—made me blush.
“Tell me you can come home with me,” he asked, with a voice that was still low and sweet.
I reluctantly shook my head.
“I can’t. I have to work tonight.”
“What time do you get off?”
“I’m there until closing, about 3 a.m.”
“Okay, bring some clothes with you, and I’ll come and get you when you get off.”
“Mason, that’s kind of late, don’t you think? Tomorrow I get off earlier. I can…”
Mason interrupted me with another breath-taking kiss. When he pulled back, he had both hands on my cheeks. “I can’t wait that long, Maxine. I need to see you tonight. I’ll be there to pick you up.”
Then he just abruptly walked away from me.
‘Holy shit.’
Chapter 8
Mason
I’m addicted to her. I have come to that conclusion after a month of pining after her and about a week of seeing her every day. I can’t seem to get enough of Allura Maxine Shaw. Yeah, her first name is Allura. She told me she hated her first name, so everyone calls her Max or Maxine. Her grandparents, though, called her Allura.
I love that name, so I call her that every chance I get. Sometimes she tries to ignore me, but she can’t seem to keep it going; especially when I’m in that sweet pussy of hers. Damn, she is amazing. Have I said that already? Well, I don’t give a fuck. She’s amazing. I get completely lost when I’m inside her. I miss her when she’s working and when she’s home or at school. I call her and text her every day. Then when I get to her, I don’t waste any time putting my hands and lips on her.
She feels good. She tastes good. That voice of hers; I’ve never heard anything like it, and it completely unmans me every time I’m around her. The last fight I was in, it wasn’t as easy as the others. This guy—they called him the Butcher—seemed to have some skill in fighting. He managed to get a few hits in on me. It wasn’t nothing that fazed me, but he connected a few that caused some bruising on my side and chest. When I got him on the ground, I pounded into him. That ended the fight. It took me about two rounds, but I won nonetheless. Alex wasn’t too happy that it took that long, but I told him that he was more than welcome to take my place.