Page 51 of Risk

“Ohhh! That’s a good guess, but nope. It’s FLAVOR!”

“Flavored what? He can’t possibly come.”

“He totally could. Loads. I’m talking like the mega cream pie, dripping out for days level of cum. It was fucking hot.”

She’s so damn animated about this Cyborg Sex Machine Man that it has me considering building her one.

“What ever happened at the end of the book we listened to last week?”

“Oh, revenge was served, everyone makes up, there’s lots of sex, and they lived happily ever after.”

We spend the rest of the drive to the hotel talking about other books she’s listened to this week. Leah’s still cracking up at my shock over three dicks in one hole in a paranormal romance with vampires from outer space as we both get out of the car. I’m glad I can amuse her. Grabbing both our bags from the trunk, I refuse to let her carry her own things. “I’ve got it, Princess. You just let me follow that sweet ass of yours inside so we can check in.”

I swear she sashays her hips on purpose to keep my mouth watering. When we get into the elevator, Leah’s gaze eats me up. “Thanks for bringing me here, Mason.”

All I can do is smile because all my words have jammed in my throat. She looks so beautiful, so carefree. This woman embraces life and I’m the privileged one who gets to watch her enjoy it.

The elevator finally stops, and the doors open. I lead the way to our suite and watch her expression as she enters the room. “Holy shit, this is incredible.” Leah kicks off her shoes and bypasses the living room to head straight into the bedroom. Her ass looks delicious as she crawls on top of the plush, king-sized bed. “Oh my god, this feels like a cloud.”

I finally get to pull my suit jacket and tie off. Sitting in a swivel chair across the room, I kick off my shoes and sit back. This has been a long day. Successful, but exhausting. I just keep reminding myself that I’m at the finish line. Having Leah here is the boost of energy I need to reach it.

“Before you get too comfortable, Princess, go check out the bathroom. I think there’s something in there you’ll appreciate.”

Leah scrambles off the bed, and a few seconds later, she screams with glee. This woman is louder than life, and I love it.

I make my way to her and lean against the doorjamb with my arms crossed. Leah’s hands cover her mouth, her eyes wide with joy as she looks at what I’ve done.

The huge soaking tub is lined with pillar candles. Rose petals float amidst bubble clouds in the milky hot water, fragranced with lavender. Steam rolls up, making the air thick and sultry. The heater in the tub does a nice job keeping the temp high, which is great since I had to set all this up before going to the airport to get her.

She grabs the remote from the sink and hits a button. Soft music plays through the surrounding speakers.

“Holy crap. This is heaven.”

Glad she approves. “Get in, Princess. I’ll pour us both champagne.”

Then I’m going to fuck her until she screams my name across the Valley.

Chapter 17

Leah

Look, I live loudly and unapologetically. I spoil myself whenever I can, but this? What Mason’s doing? He’s gone next level. Last night was amazing. Hot bath, hot sex, hot room service eaten in bed. Once again, we stayed up talking until way too late and I think I fell asleep first.

I woke up to Mason’s head between my thighs. When I stirred, he gripped my legs harder to make sure I stayed still for him. He had this wicked grin and my arousal shining on his mouth when he looked up at me and said, “Good morning, Princess.”

A girl could get used to this.

Coming to California on a whim is turning out to be the best thing ever. I’m going to remember this trip for the rest of my life, and I haven’t even left our suite yet.

But now Mason has work to do, which means I’m on my own for the day. It’s cool. I plan to shop, explore, and check out the spa they have in the hotel. For now, I’m enjoying watching Mason get ready for work while I lay in bed like a fluffy, lazy cat.

“Take my black card,” he says after I tell him my plans for the day.

“No way. I have my own money.”

Mason glowers at me from across the room, clearly not happy. “I want to spoil you, and you’re denying me that privilege?”

“Ugh, don’t say it like that.” I roll out of bed and wince.