Turn Over(99)

“Please, Mason,” I whispered. He was crawling on top of me.

“What do you want, pretty girl?” His blue eyes fired with cobalt sparks.

“I want to come. Please. I want you to feel it. All of you to feel it.” I shoved his fingers out of the way, reaching for him. I guided him, my knees falling to the side.

“God,” he groaned as he pushed deep inside me. Our hips joined with feverish need. His lips were on mine, and I kissed him while we moved wildly against each other. I screamed as the fire tore through me, searing my veins and the heat between my legs. His hands gripped my palms as he moved inside me.

He kissed me deeply. I looked at him. This man had literally rocked my world, and I knew I had lied to him. It wasn’t an intentional or calculated lie. I wasn’t trying to seduce him or trap him. But it didn’t matter. I had lied just the same. I was never going to be able to walk out of here without wanting more.





9





Mason





I walked into the office. One of these days I would get a wireless printer for the condo. For now, Eden’s printing services would have to work.

She met me with a wide grin. “How did last night go?”

“You know I don’t kiss and tell, girl.”

“That is not true.” She waggled her finger at me.

“I was wondering if you could print another file for me. I already emailed it to you.”

“Of course. Is it about your big resort?”

“I need to sign a few contracts. Standard stuff.” I watched as an older couple shuffled past the front door. I was the only resident under the age of sixty-five staying at the Palm.

“I liked Sydney. Grey does too.”

“Nice to know my nephew approves.” I smirked. It wasn’t as if Grey and I were ever going to have a heart to heart conversation about women. At least I wasn’t planning on it.

“So there is something to approve?” Her eyebrows rose.

I sat on the couch. Eden was relentless. “You are jumping to conclusions. We had a few drinks. I took her back to my place after.”

“Ah-hah! I knew it. And she left this morning, right?”

“Technically, she hasn’t left yet.” I tried to keep the smile from creeping up the corners of my mouth, but I couldn’t help it. I had left Sydney sleeping in my bed. After the morning we had, I knew she needed an extra round of sleep.

“What?” Eden squealed almost spilling her coffee. “This is a good sign. No one ever stays past your run time.”

“What are you talking about?” I prepared a cup of coffee and sat across from her.

“You do the same thing with every girl. Dinner, drinks, moonlight on the ocean, who knows what lines you feed them and then by seven o’clock they are out the door, and you are running on the beach. Like clockwork every time. I’ve never seen the same girl here twice and I’ve never seen anyone leave any later than seven.”

“What are you my mother? How do you know my schedule?”

She shook her head. “That’s not the point. The point is you like her. You really like someone.”

Eden had a way of wanting everyone to be happy. She thought everyone deserved a fairytale romance and a happy ending. She practically sacrificed her life to save the Palm Palace for Grey. She bent over backwards to help Marin with her wedding last year. And when Taylor and I broke up she was on the first flight home to help her best friend. I didn’t want to be on her list of good deeds. When she went all in on something, there was no turning back.

“This is good. Really good. She lives here, and you’re going to be here a lot more now. I’m so excited.”

“Calm down,” I warned her. “It was one night.”

“And a morning,” she reminded me. “Speaking of, what’s she doing right now?”

“Sleeping.” I saw an image of her auburn hair tussled over her shoulders. I waited until I knew she was sleeping deeply before I dressed and walked to the office. I didn’t want to wake her and risk her leaving.

“You should take her breakfast.” She hopped up and started opening cabinets.

“What are you doing?”

“I keep continental breakfast items for the residents, but they have all passed through here by now. You know seniors eat at like six in the morning.” She filled a paper bag with bananas, blueberry muffins, and a couple of yogurts from the fridge. She walked across the room and grabbed the flowers on display and tied a ribbon around them. “And flowers. Girls love flowers.”

“I know what girls like.” I eyed her. “This is not my first rodeo, sweetheart.”

“I’m just trying to help.” She handed me the makeshift breakfast picnic. “Here.”