Mason

I sat at the chair in my home office, mind spinning wildly with thoughts of my new hire, all five foot eight curvy inches of her. This little bird was something else. I didn’t know how I could survive knowing she was sleeping like an angel under the same roof as me. I’d expedited a background check to make sure the woman taking care of my most precious possession would be a good fit for our family, but why on earth hadn’t it occurred to me to ask for a photo before flying her to my home? Because I hadn’t cared, not really. She’d been perfect on paper, that’s all I needed to offer her the position.

I grunted, thrusting a hand through my hair and shooting out of the chair, headed for the window that overlooked the back of the property. Moonlight spilled across the green landscape, shadow and sky as far as the eye could see.

I loved this place, loved it more than anything, or almost anything.

Kingsley Manor and Estate had been passed down to me after my parents were taken too soon, first my father from cancer, and shortly after, my mother, with what I still believed was a broken heart. This land was their legacy and had been in our family for generations. I was proud, determined to uphold the reputation of Kingsley Manor. My ancestors had always had a reputation for caring for the locals, and I did what I could to help the town. Once a year, I was happy to invite all of the local townsfolk to our traditional opulent holiday ball. All the food and all the booze they could handle kept them pretty happy.

I’d skipped dinner tonight in favor of work, perhaps partly to avoid the beautiful woman now sitting at my table. I couldn’t avoid her forever—that would make me look even more ridiculous—but I just couldn't face her. Not when something burned low in my gut whenever her startling eyes met mine.

Eyes so round and doe-like my cock throbbed and I had to look away just to maintain control. I’d wanted to throw her up against the house this afternoon and snog her until we were both ragged and desperate for air.

But I was a man of morals. Or at least I tried to be.

Maybe she’d let me have her. Maybe thrusting my tongue down her throat wouldn’t send her running, but I just didn’t know. I felt some spark and crackle whenever we were close enough to touch—how could she not feel that too?—but the bottom line was that I had to put Savannah first. Always.

I turned, prepared to head up to bed and wank my cock with visions of her sweet curves in mind, but a flash of movement caught my eyes out the window. “Shit.”

I recognized Everly outside on the patio. She must have come down while I was working, or thinking about her at my desk, and I hadn’t even seen her. I thought about heading up to bed anyway, but then I thought better of it and did the only thing I really wanted to do. I went to her.

I took long strides out of my office and down the hallway, a man determined. What I was determined to do, I wasn’t sure, other than to be in her presence for another breath longer. My hand found the knob of the wide French doors, and I paused, watching her dark hair glisten in the moonlight as she sat perched on a bench. My gorgeous little kitten. She looked ethereal, like a dream come true, sent here for my pleasure only.

I had to stop thinking this way. Christ, I’d need a babysitter myself to keep my hands off her.

“Trouble sleeping?”

Everly turned, eyes wide and startled. “Yes. I mean, no. It’s just so beautiful out here.”

I nodded as I stood beside her. Arms crossed, I pretended to look out at everything that was mine, when really I was feasting my eyes on her. Her body, her eyes, her hair. Her. “Listen, I didn’t say it earlier, but I’m glad you came.”

Everly glanced at me before her head turned back to the moon and she nodded.

“I’m not good with words, so…” I pushed a hand through my hair then immediately stopped myself. My nervous habit. Damn, why did this girl make me so nervous? I was strung-out on adrenaline and need when she was around.

“I caught that,” she mumbled, refusing to meet my eyes.

That only irritated me more. I wanted her eyes, her lips, her everything.

“I certainly hope I haven’t… pushed you away.” Christ, this was awkward. I should have gone right upstairs and avoided her completely. But I couldn’t do that, could I? There was no avoiding Everly.

“Well, like you said, I’m here for Savannah, so you don’t have to worry about me.”

Something about her words and dismissive attitude lit a fire in me. How could I, all of a sudden, be jealous of a five-year-old? But I was. I wanted Everly’s attention for myself. It didn’t make sense, but I supposed things like passion and desire never did.

Thinking I had a lot of work to do to make this girl feel comfortable around me, I sat down on the bench, right next to her so our thighs brushed in the dark night. “I’m glad to hear that.”

Everly sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and nearly drove me insane. My eyes flicked down the generous curve of her perky tits, the nip of her waist, and those creamy thick thighs that were begging to be wrapped around my head.

“Listen, I can tell you wish you’d rather not have hired me, for whatever reason I don't know if I’ll ever understand but I want you to know you can trust me with your daughter. I love kids; I spent all of my teenage years babysitting. I can do this. And we’ll have fun. I’ll keep Savannah so busy you won’t even know we’re here.”

My gut hurt as I ingested her words. Shit, this isn’t the impression I’d wanted to give her at all. If anything, the opposite was true.

“Everly…” I thought my words over carefully. Finally I decided words just wouldn’t do, and I took a leap. I took a leap because no woman had ever made me feel quite like this. “That’s not that I meant at all.”

I sat next to her, slipping a hand up her arm, reveling in the shiver that coursed through her body before my fingertips dusted across the curve of her neck. Her breathing stopped, her eyes wild and round with something I couldn't bring myself to place.

“I’m fucking glad to have you here.” My heart thundered as my palm wrapped around the back of her neck.

I leaned in and brushed my lips across her pillowy ones. She didn't react at first, but then a tentative palm stretched across my thigh and her nails dug in. With that movement, my tongue pushed past her lips, so velvety soft and so sweet. I sucked long and slow, nibbling at her lip, swirling my tongue inside her mouth, loving every bloody minute my body was connected to hers.

“Fuck, you undo me.” I pulled back for a breath, enjoying the way her eyes were watching me.

“I don’t know what this is. I’ve never…”

“You’ve never…?” I probed, dying to know the words on the tip of her tongue.

“I’ve never been with a man. I’ve never been kissed. I’ve never done this before.” She gestured between us.

“Jesus, Everly, you’re a…?”

“Virgin? Yes.” The word dripped from her lips like honey.

How could it be possible this gorgeous creature was all pure and mine for the taking? My lips, my tongue, my hands, my everything only.

“I don’t know if I should corrupt you then,” I teased, rubbing a thumb across the velvet skin at her wrist.

“Just because I’m a virgin doesn't make me naive.” Her eyes sparked, her gaze darting from my eyes to my lips and back again.

“Everly…” I hummed, failing to maintain my thinly held control before I lunged across the space between us. My lips found hers again as though I was a man dying of thirst.

Jesus, I was. I’d been dying for her. I’d spent my whole life focused on work, maintaining Kingsley Manor, and taking care of Savannah. I’d be damned if I let her go, no matter how young, innocent, or untouched she may be.

Hell, I liked her that way. I could put my mark on her, claim her and know that no man had ever touched her like I had.

“Jesus, I don’t know how I’m going to keep my hands off you,” I uttered against her lips, not yet ready to separate from her.

“Who said you have to?” Her eyes, sweet and beguiling, flicked up to mine before her palm wrapped around the back of my neck and she pulled me against her lips again.

On instinct, my hand went to her thigh, kneading and desperate to touch her skin without the flimsy barrier of clothing between us.

Before I knew what was happening, Everly was sliding into my lap. My hands held her thighs firmly around my waist as she kissed me as though she was as hungry for me as I was for her, as though she’d never been kissed before.

Because she hadn’t.

This was all mine.

I thrust my hands into her hair as her hips worked back and forth on my lap, the ridge of my cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my trousers as her hot center ground against me.

“Jesus, Everly, I want to take you to my bed and never let you leave.”

“I’m not opposed to that,” she murmured with a giggle against my lips before her tongue plunged into my mouth again.

“Horny little kitten, aren’t you?” I uttered, one hand crawling up her back and pulling her tighter against me. The fleshy globes of her tits pressed against my chest and made me feel as though this was where she was meant to be. Right here on my lap like a good girl, catering to my whims while I pleased her with my fingers, my tongue, and my rock-hard cock. “I can’t wait to fuck you with my tongue, taste your sweet pussy, and make you cum all over my face.”

My words seemed to egg her on. Her hips gyrated, pressing deeper into my cock and making me nearly insane with the need to sink inside her.

“Mason…” she moaned, her fingertips digging into the flesh of my shoulders.

“That’s it, kitten, let me hear you.” I slid a hand between us and pressed my thumb between her legs, searching for that tender bud that would send her flying.

“Oh god.” She moaned.

And I found it.

I slid my tongue past her lips, moving with the same rhythm my fingers took between her thighs as I rubbed her to her first sweet, satisfying orgasm by a man’s hand. Her muscles tensed, her body shuddered, and before I knew it, her head was back and she was cumming on my hand.

“Watching you cum is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I dragged my teeth up the line of her neck, enjoying the remaining tremors racking her body. “And I can smell your sweet cunt already. I don’t know how I'm going to sleep tonight with this image in my mind.”

Her lips turned up, her arms wrapping around my neck as she shivered against my lips. A smile pulled at her cheeks when her eyes flickered open. “That was…”

“Incredible?”

“Mind-blowing.” Her eyes glistened with arousal as she pressed her lips to mine again. “I don’t know how I’m going to sleep tonight.”

“Better than me. I’ve got this to deal with.” I thrust my hips, making sure she could feel my hard-on sandwiched between us.

Her hand slipped between us then, and she rubbed my cock for the first time.

The very first time, and I nearly came in my fucking trousers.

I grunted, clutching at her back as her hand worked over the fabric of my trousers, dialing up every sensation until a slow burning built at the base of my spine.

“God, yes, kitten. I can’t wait to be buried inside you.” I grunted before long hot streams of cum stained my trousers, dampening her palm.

“Did I do good?” Her grin was wide and triumphant.

“Mind-blowing,” I growled, fisting a hand in her hair and pulling her back to my lips. “So mind-blowing I think I could get hard again and bury myself in you right here on this bench for everyone and God to see.”

“That sounds like fun too.”

“Everly…” I paused, reality finally settling in on me. “You’re a virgin, and I won’t take advantage of that. Even if it takes me all fall to get you, I can wait. I’m a patient man.”

“Yeah.” She grinned, her hand still sliding against my cock and making it twitch and pulse. “But you won’t have to.”

My heart thudded what felt like a thousand times too fast before I pulled her to my lips again, allowing my free hand to crawl across her body, committing every dip and curve to memory.

“Everly, you don’t get how this works.” I held her face. “If I have you once, I won’t be able to stop. You’ll be mine. Are you ready for that?”

Her gaze landed on mine, her bottom lip snagged between her teeth, then she nodded. “I’m ready.”