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“Of course, I’m happy for you.” I pull his hand off my cheek and kiss it. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
He shakes his head with this look of complete confusion on his face. His breaths build in his chest, getting heavier with every exhale. His jaw clenches. His shoulders tense. He looks like he’s going to shatter.
“Mason.” How can having someone be happy for him make Mason this emotional? “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?”
We stare at each other for what feels like an eternity.
“You,” he finally says, brushing the hair from my face. “You happened to me.”
Chapter 20
Mason
People come in and out of your life for a reason. Some stay. Some you can’t wait to get out. Others you’re just kind of stuck with.
Leah danced into my world, and I’m determined to keep her. The way she makes me feel isn’t something I’ve experienced before. Not to this level, at least. That’s a scary concept right there, considering I know so little about her. But that will come with time. I’m going to learn everything about this woman, and I hope I never stop learning about her until the day I die.
Pull back, Mason. You’re doing it again.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. I’m a reckless, impulsive, over-the-top, wild card. But my instincts have never been wrong. No matter how big the risk, how expensive, scary, or crazy it seems, if my gut says it’s a good move, I make it and don’t second guess my decision.
Engage with confidence. Keep honest. Seal the deal.
In one conversation, Leah’s shown me her true colors. Her sincerity. Her real self. We’ve blurred her two personalities a lot, but under both is the same genuinely sweet, amazing, smart, confident woman.
I need to show her that X and Mason are the same man, too. I want her to know that this isn’t a one-way relationship where I get all the rewards.
Leah’s eyebrows lift, making her big doe eyes even larger. “Can we go out before dinner?”
“We can do anything you want.”
“I’ll put on the dress now, just in case we don’t have time to come back and change later.”
“Keep your hair like this.” That probably makes me sound like a demanding asshole, but I seriously can’t help myself. Running my hand up the back of her head, I grip a handful of her long, beach wavy hair and tug it. “I can’t wait to spoil you.”
She smacks my chest. “You’ve spoiled me enough.”
“Not hardly.” I haven’t even begun to treat her the way she deserves.
“You flew me here, got this suite, and paid forty-five bucks for the dress I’m about to put on.”
She should have spent ten times that on herself. Next time, I’ll make sure she does. For now, I’ll sit back and enjoy watching her get ready for a night out with me.
When she’s done, Leah’s made a bargain outfit look like runway material. “God damn.” I can’t stop staring at her. Leaning against the doorjamb to the bathroom, I admire the way she puts on her lipstick—dragging the color across her fat bottom lip three times to get it completely covered.
Her tits and ass fill out the dress like it was custom-tailored for her body. She’s got her music playing through her cell, sitting on the counter by a pile of cosmetics. Her hips sway to the beat, as if she can’t control herself around good music.
I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “Stunning,” I whisper against her ear.
She flashes me a seductive smile. Leah knows she’s gorgeous, but I’m never going to stop telling her.
Picking her phone up, I open the camera and hit video record. After propping it against the mirror, I kiss down her neck.
I’ve never known a woman who could be so instantly turned on by just a certain part of their body getting played with the way Leah responds to me when I kiss, lick, nip, or suck on her neck. The strap of muscle above her collarbone is her weakest point.
She melts immediately.
My greedy hands skate along her body.