Chapter Sixteen

Ella

I tried to get out of the building before Mason could get to me, but he rushed up to my side and I had to turn to look at him.

“You left,” he said.

My heart was pounding in my chest, but I tried to keep it from showing on my face.

“I know,” I said back.

He looked at me quizzically, as if he couldn’t fully understand what I was saying to him.

Because no one has ever said no to this man.

“Why?” he asked.

I wished we weren’t standing in the lobby of The Avalon. If he had just gotten back a few minutes earlier, I would have still been upstairs, and we could have had this conversation up there rather than out here in earshot of the doorman, the concierge, and whatever of the other inhabitants of the building happened to wander out of their apartments or the Café at that moment. I had reassured myself that I wasn’t going to have to see any of these people again after last night. I didn’t want to have to face any of them in the light of day.

Yet here I was. All sorts of exposed.

“I brought your coat back,” I said. “I left it with your housekeeper. I meant to grab mine this morning, but couldn’t find it so I got yours instead.”

That’s it, Ella. Just completely avoid the question as if that’s going to stop him.

“You could have waited for me,” he said. “Faye knew when I was going to be back.”

Oh, did she now.

“She didn’t volunteer that information. I didn’t even get past the door.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, really. I just wanted to get the coat back to you. It was a little too cold for me to try to get home in just a pair of panties and a bra.”

“I can imagine. You could have worn the dress.”

“Then I would have just had to bring that back to you.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s for you.”

I closed my eyes, trying to get my emotions under control. This was exactly what I didn’t want to happen.

“Mason, I have no reason to have a dress like that. I wore it last night to fulfill my end of the deal, and that’s all.”

“Why?” Mason asked. “Why is that all? Why did you leave last night?”

I looked up at him, surprised at the emotion in his eyes. I couldn’t completely identify what the emotions were, but I didn’t see the emptiness, the dismissive lack of investment that I thought that I would. For a man who had a reputation for tossing his nightly conquests out with the morning paper, he seemed far more interested in keeping me around than I ever would have expected.

“You were right last night,” I said. “Nobody needs to know our business.”

“What do you mean?” Mason asked.

“The only reason you would need to say that is because you didn’t want to tell them who I really am. And that’s fine. I don’t fit into your world. I don’t belong here anymore than you would belong in my neighborhood. Last night was fun. I really appreciate it. But let’s not fool ourselves. That’s really all it was.”

Mason didn’t respond. His eyes burned into mine and his jaw set. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and I felt him dragging me across the lobby into a narrow hallway. He pressed me up against the wall and his mouth crushed down on mine. I gasped, but he only used the parting of my lips as an opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth. I wanted to resist, but I couldn’t. I gave myself over to the kiss, wrapping my arms around him and rising up onto my toes to align our bodies more closely. We kissed passionately for several heated moments before Mason tore his mouth away from mine, grabbed my arm again and started pulling me down the hallway toward the back of the building. Ahead of us was what looked like a large elevator door.

“What’s this?” I asked breathlessly as he punched in a code on the panel beside the door .

“An elevator,” he said.

“There are four in the lobby,” I said.

“Not like this one,” Mason said.

I could hear some of the mischief in his voice and when the elevator doors slid open, I knew what he meant. Unlike the other elevators in the front of the building, this one was elaborate and gorgeous. Filled with brass and mirrored on one wall, this elevator was truly spectacular. I knew what he had in mind because it was the only thing that I could think about.

Mason pulled me into the elevator and hit the button for the 57th floor. The doors slid closed and I felt the elevator start to move beneath me. While the elevators at the front of the building moved rapidly, this one seemed to glide upward. I didn’t care. I wanted as much time as I could have.

My hands went to Mason’s belt and I released it, opening his pants as fast as possible so that I could take hold of the thick, long cock that I hadn’t been able to get out of my mind since the night before. I dropped down to my knees, not hesitating to fill my mouth with him. Mason leaned back and grabbed the brass bar along one wall, holding himself steady as my mouth glided along his length in fast, deep sucks that drew him close to my throat.

After several long sucks, Mason grabbed my head and pushed me closer, forcing my mouth open further so that his cock slipped into my throat. He groaned and tucked his hips forward, holding himself deep in my throat and tightening his fingers in my hair. A moment later, he released the tightness of his hips and started rolling them, thrusting into my mouth. The feeling was nearly overwhelming, pushing my arousal to a new level, and I couldn’t hold off any longer.

I slipped my hand under the waistband of my pants and let my fingers dip into my core, feeling the hot fluids already dripping out of me. Using the fluids to ease my touch, I ran my fingertips over my swollen clit in concert with the guide of my mouth along Mason’s cock. Suddenly he grabbed me by my upper arms and lifted me up to my feet. He reached into a small cabinet on the wall and pulled out a condom. I took it from his hand and tore it open, taking my time as I glided it into place to tease him. As soon as it was on, Mason turned me around and pulled my pants down my hips. He pushed me so that I toppled forward, landing with my hands on a cushioned bench. In an instant Mason filled me and I arched my back, savoring the feeling of his cock stretching me.

Looking to one side, I noticed that we were positioned in a way that allowed me to watch our reflection in the mirror beside us. I moaned, biting down on my lip as the image of Mason fucking me hard and fast spiked my arousal and made me feel wanton and wild. As if he could feel the floors disappearing and the elevator approaching his apartment, Mason reached around my hips and massaged his fingertips into my clit. The fact that we were partially dressed only made our need more urgent and it took only a few seconds of his touch in combination with his hard thrusts and the sound of his balls slapping against my thighs to send me crashing into a dizzying orgasm.

My screams seemed to fuel Mason and he let out a deep grunt as his cock pulsed and then throbbed powerfully within me. He stepped away from me gasping for breath and we straightened our clothes. By the time the doors glided open at the end of the hallway leading to Mason’s apartment, we were dressed again and locked in a deep, seeking kiss.