Chapter 24
Ash
I slowly flipped him over in bed and raised up onto my knees. I worked the dress over my head, and I tossed it to the floor. I kneeled there in the bright orange lingerie I’d purchased earlier that day, and the way his eyes cascaded across my body made me feel beautiful. His dick twitched in approval, and he worked his tie and shirt off before he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my nipple. His hand massaged my breasts, and my head rolled back. When he finally released my nipple, I sunk my body down to his.
I planted soft kisses on his bare chest and ran my fingertips down his naked body. Before I could wrap my lips around his thick cock, he pulled me up toward him and crashed his lips onto mine. He rolled me back over in bed and flew down to my pelvis. I watched him grab my lacy panties with his teeth and slowly inch them down my legs.
“Dear Jesus, Mason,” I groaned.
He lifted my feet and slowly peeled the panties from my body. Then he planted soft, wet kisses all along my leg before he blew a cool stream of air right onto my glistening pussy folds.
I groaned, torn between my own pleasure and his. “But you haven’t come yet.”
His mouth silenced my protests when he sucked my clit into his mouth. I knew it wouldn’t take long before I found my end all over his lips. His hands were all over me and every touch shot electricity through my spine. I fell over the edge for the second time that night, and I’d never felt more beautiful than I did in that very moment.
He pulled my hips closer to his face and thrust his tongue inside my entrance, and his name poured from my lips like a whispered prayer while my body trembled with every lick of me he took.
He hovered over me and helped me sit up, and I felt the world spinning around me. He stood me up and led me to a chair where he sat down. He guided my body toward his, and I straddled his lap. I slowly sat down onto his throbbing dick, moaning at how easily he slipped into me. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and buried my face into his skin while our bodies moved in tandem with one another’s.
He groaned my name into my ear, and I felt our movements become more frantic. When his dick started twitching deep inside of me, I bit down lightly onto his shoulder. His grip tightened around my back, and I felt his hips thrust quickly into me. With each other’s names tumbling from our lips, I raised up and swallowed his orgasmic groans. Our tongues moved together as one while our bodies stilled with the force of our orgasms. When I felt our juices slowly dripping out and onto his hips, we pulled back and smiled at each other.
“Wow,” Mason said.
“Exactly,” I said.
We fell asleep in each other’s arms that night after cleaning ourselves off in the hot tub, and when I woke up to the sun rising over the water, I made us some coffee and took it out to the balcony. Our weekend had been absolutely incredible, and I was enjoying the isolated bubble we were inhabiting.
I realized that Mason had the ability to live his life like this all the time, and I found myself thinking that I could continue to live it this way with him. It saddened me that we had to go home today. When Mason joined me with his own cup of coffee at the table that overlooked the ocean, I could tell he saw the sadness on my face.
“What’s wrong?” he inquired.
“Oh, I’m fine,” I brushed off.
“Ash. Don’t retreat. Talk to me.”
“I just…”
I sighed and closed my eyes when I felt tears rise in them. I suddenly felt like I was spoiling the entire weekend. He had been so giving and so gracious with his money, and here I was, crying because I wanted to be selfish.
“I’m sorry, I just…”
“Take your time,” he said lowly.
“I just don’t want it to end, that’s all.”
I looked over at Mason and was shocked when I saw a smile on his lips, but I was even more shocked when I heard the statement that fell from them right after the smile bloomed.
“How would you like to prolong our time together?” he asked.
“What?”
“How would you like to prolong the weekend?” he asked again.
“I can’t, Mason. I have to work.”
“Well, the idea I have is better than work,” he said.
“Doesn’t change the fact that I have to work.”
“What if I called your work and asked to have you longer?”
“I’d probably be fired,” I said.
“Say we could get you out of work. Are you interested in my idea?”
“Sure,” I sighed. “If I can get out of work, what are you concocting?”
“A trip to Milan.”
I choked on the coffee that I was drinking, and I spilled it all down the front of the plush robe I’d found in the bathroom. I wiped the back of my hand across my face while Mason chuckled at my reaction. Then, I whipped my gaze over to him.
And his face was completely seriously.
“You told me that night in the bar, after that shitty play, that you wanted to study jewelry-making in Milan. So, come to Milan with me.”
“We just… go to Milan? Without me having a passport?”
“I can get your passport rushed through the system. One thing you’ll come to realize is that the type of money I have can get you anything.”
“Uh huh,” I said.
“So, Milan? If we can get you out of work, would you go?”
It was a once in a lifetime offer, going to Milan. I would never be able to afford it unless someone paid for the trip in full, and Mason just told me he was willing to do that. He was willing to do that for me.
Just whisk me away to Milan.
“Just think about it, all right? The passport only takes a phone call, and I’m sure I can sweet-talk your boss into letting me have you a little while longer.”
We packed up the few things we brought with us and made our way back to the helicopter. On the flight back, the breathtaking views of the coast did nothing to distract my mind from what it was mulling over. Milan. I actually had a chance to go to Milan. But not only that, I had a chance to go to Milan with one of the most amazing men I’d ever met.
I had no idea how in the world I was gonna get a passport, and I had no idea how I was gonna convince Luna to give me more time off, but for the first time in my entire life, I decided to screw what everyone else needed from me and do something that I wanted to do.
Something I really, truly wanted to do.
“Okay.” I nodded as the helicopter landed just outside of L.A.
“Really?” Mason asked. “You’ll come with me to Italy?”
I slowly panned my gaze towards him and nodded. I couldn’t believe I was even saying “yes,” but when I did, he threw his arms around me and pressed a kiss to my cheek.
“You’re gonna love it, Ash,” he whispered.
He let me go and helped me off the helicopter. When we climbed back into the limo, he took out his phone and started making some phone calls. He asked me for some personal information and told the person on the other end of the line that he needed it as soon as they could get it to him. When he hung up the phone, he asked me what the phone number to the craft shop was.
And I rattled it off for him.
Milan. The place I’d always wanted to go the moment I found my love for jewelry-making.
I was going to Milan.