Chapter Seven

Missy

Sunday, the day I wish I was open because I hate doing cleanup work. Financials are so damn boring, but I knew that if I didn’t get all my receipts and expenses into the system at least once a week, I would end up with a closet full of them and a very irritated accountant. Luckily, since business had pretty much picked up on its own recently, the receipts were at a minimum and only consisted of my and Eliza’s payroll, bottled water, and the payment for the flyers, which was already more than covered by the amount of money Mason had paid for his lessons.

Just at the thought of his name, I could feel a tingle in my belly and heat between my legs. This guy had gotten into my head, and though I would normally consider that a bad thing, there was no way around it. There was this crazy tension between us, and every time we were in the same room we couldn’t help but act like little kids. Even the last few days of lessons were difficult to get through, and we found ourselves lying on our mats laughing hysterically at each other’s ridiculous remarks. I almost felt guilty that he wasn’t getting a full lesson, because we just couldn’t seem to get it together around each other. It had become almost refreshing to spend time with him, and it took everything in me not to go back out with him last night.

But, seeing as my mind seemed to be nothing but Mason recently, I made the decision to spend the evening alone last night, watching television and trying to relax. Today, however, my mind was back at it, and I couldn’t even get through the numbers without laughing to myself about some stupid joke Mason told during class the day before. The other night at the bar was killer, and I was really excited to see there was more to Mason than just a pretty face and a rock-solid body. He was actually a real person, and I actually, for the first time in a long time, enjoyed being out with a man.

I sighed, tossing my pen to the side and deciding I needed a break from financials. The last thing I needed to do was screw up my numbers because I was thinking of Mason and not focusing. This was exactly the kind of thing that kept me from dating in the first place. Okay, that’s not true—this wasn’t even a side effect I saw coming. The reality of it was that I was terrified of getting hurt, especially since my parents had died so suddenly. It had really made a huge impact on me, and after my grandfather passed and I saw how hard that was for my grandmother, I told myself single was the life to live. Nobody could let me down, except for me, and that was perfectly fine with me.

I pulled up the social media page and started commenting and answering messages on the page. These people were great, and they made me feel like I had a ton of friends, but without the forced lunches and awkward conversations. As I typed I didn’t notice anyone approaching, and I jumped when someone banged on the front door. It’s Sunday, I’m closed on Sunday. I peeked over the table breathing heavily and clasping my chest. On the other side of the glass was Mason, smiling and pressing his face against the door. I shook my head, laughing, wondering what in the world he was doing here today.

“Hey,” I said, opening the door and letting him in. “I’m surprised to see you. Whatcha doing here?”

“Uh, we have a standing appointment.” He chuckled.

“But it’s Sunday,” I said, pointing to my hours. “I’ve never found it lucrative to be open on Sunday.”

“Well, damn,” he said, laughing. “If it’s not lucrative, why do you still come to work?”

“I gotta do the financials sometime. I don’t have a fancy team like you do, big shot,” I replied, nudging him. “I like to keep things as organized as possible, which is a challenge for me because I have never been an organized person.”

“See, I’m completely the opposite,” he replied, shaking his head. “I love being organized—in fact, I thrive on it.”

“Well, at least I know we don’t agree on everything,” I replied. “I was starting to think we were separated at birth.”

“Ha,” he chuckled. “Opposites attract, but now that you’ve basically called me your brother, I feel like I should wear the friend-zone card of shame.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, turning toward the studio. “But since you’re here, we might as well get some yoga done. I haven’t done mine today, so we can do it together.”

“I like the sound of that,” he said sarcastically. I turned quickly and gave him an evil look. He put his hands up, laughing, and followed me into the studio. I clicked on the tranquil music, lit the incense, and pulled my mat over next to his.

We started the session with a short meditation and went right into the movements. His cologne wafted into my nose, and our attraction and intensity were swirling so strong that I could barely pay attention. I could feel him glance over at me as I changed positions, and as we moved, our arms brushed each other, sending shivers up my spine. I don’t think I had ever been as attracted to someone than I was in that moment. Every part of me wanted to stop what I was doing and press my mouth against his. The music was light, and the smell of lavender put an essence in the air that made my heart light and drew out my inhibitions. As I moved into my next position, I glanced over at him, watching as he moved his hips slowly and with intensity.

I was so focused on him that I lost my footing and yelped as I tumbled over into him, knocking him on top of me. He looked down at me and started laughing. My hair was in my face and my focus completely gone. My cheeks turned red, and I smiled, deciding I no longer had the ability to keep this man away from me. Just looking at him hovering over top of me, feeling his body pressed against mine, created a heat in my panties that was more than I could bear. His eyes darkened and his smile faded as I lay there, not making any attempt to move.

Finally, after several moments, I reached up and pulled his face down to mine, pressing his mouth hard against me. He groaned slightly as he slid his hand down my side and whipped his tongue over my lips. He pushed against them, coaxing me to open up and let him taste me. We began to make out wildly, all the attraction we’d felt since the first day melding into a sloppy and passionate mound on the floor of the studio. He lowered his hips against me, and I could feel his long hard shaft against my stomach. I pushed my body up and rubbed against him, giving him every indication that I could not wait to get his clothes off.

I reached up and grabbed the edge of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head and gawking at his absolutely perfect body. His muscles were still pulsing from the yoga, and his warm tan skin was so smooth. He slid his hand up and cupped my breast, massaging it hard as he began to grind his cock against me. I moaned at the feel of his shaft sliding against my wet mound and reached my arms up so he could pull my tank top off.

He pried my legs apart and dipped his hips low, letting me feel him move over me. Then, in one swift move, he popped up on his knees and pulled my pants down and off, leaving me lying completely naked on the floor. He looked down at my wet pussy and smiled, surprised by the lack of panties. I bit my lip as he ran his fingers through my wetness, slipping between my folds and rubbing my clit with his thumb. I watched as he pulled off his shorts and grabbed on to his cock, stroking it slowly as he slid two fingers inside of me and watched me writhe in pleasure.

My eyes stayed glued to his hands rubbing over his shaft, the view of him pleasuring himself erotic and appealing in a way I never imagined. I slid my hands over my breasts and down to my nub, rubbing it while he fingered me hard. I could feel the heat in my stomach pulling at me, and I wanted to feel him inside of me so bad. His eyes widened as I moaned loudly, licking my lips and staring at his dick.

“You want this?” he whispered.

“Mmhmm,” I said with a moan.

He smiled and began to finger me faster, sending waves of pleasure through me. I dug in with my heels and grabbed on to the edge of the mat, wanting more, wanting him. I reached up and grabbed his arm as he turned his fingers over inside of me and fisted his cock faster and faster.

“Fuck me,” I ordered, staring up at him.

“Don’t stop touching yourself,” he said, pulling his fingers out. “I want to hear you.”

He jumped up to his feet and ran over to his bag, pulling out his wallet and grabbing a condom. I closed my eyes and rubbed my wetness, moaning loudly at the feeling. I looked over at him as he walked slowly back, his cock straight in front of him and the condom in his hand. He stood over top of me while I started to finger myself, grinding my hips in waves. He pushed the condom over his shaft and dropped down over the top of me, pulling my hand away and pushing his cock deep inside of me.

Immediately I pulled my legs up around him and braced myself as he pushed hard and fast into me. It felt as if every moment we had spent had built up to this, and there was no holding back. He pulled my legs up and thrust forward, the sound of our skin slapping against each other echoing through the studio. I screamed out as I got closer and closer to orgasm, feeling his cock getting harder and more swollen with every push. As he pushed my legs forward over my head I felt my orgasm explode, sending waves of ecstasy through my whole body. He groaned as my juices ran over him, and my moans turned to screams of pleasure.

He flipped me over onto my stomach and pushed deep in from behind, pulling my hips up and grabbing my ass. He slammed into me over and over, increasing the effects of my orgasm. I grabbed on to the mat and screamed out in pleasure as he thrust one last time, deep and hard. His hands tightened around my hips, and he held his breath, moving his hips just slightly as he burst open and came hard. I could feel him pulsating inside of me, and I whined at the amazingness of we’d just experienced. As his body relaxed, he fell onto his back next to me, trying to catch his breath. I turned over and stared at the ceiling, letting what just occurred really sink in. I felt relaxed, calm, and completely levelheaded.

Who knew Eliza was right—getting laid did make me not as grumpy.