Page 89 of Risk
Stay strong, Leah. It’s not time yet.
We reach the hotel where there’s a cluster of people and flashing lights on the red-carpeted sidewalk. I gawk at the crowd, reality setting in about how huge this event actually is, as guests climb out of their stretch limos and fancy cars. Mason told me it was a big deal, but I didn’t think it would be this fucking big.
Holy crap.
Mason frowns as he looks at the guests ahead of us. “Jesus, she’s pulled the big dogs in for this.”
I have no clue who any of these uber wealthy people are, and I don’t care. “Ready to play?”
Before I can pull the latch on the car door, Mason growls. “Don’t you dare touch that door, woman.”
I put my hands up like I’m under arrest.
“I’ve got one job and you’re trying to take it from me.” He steps out and swaggers around his car, looking like billion-dollar sex candy, and opens my door for me. “Princess.”
I take his offered hand and the number of lights that flash and flicker in my face makes it hard to see. Mason warned me this could happen. Actual paparazzi are here tonight.
Some call out his name and ask questions about BanditFX, but he doesn’t answer them. Smile, wave, walk—he acts more like a robot than a human. Wow, he’s really uncomfortable here. It makes me want to protect him even more.
This calls for a diversion.
“Come on.” I link my arm with his and feel the way he’s tensing up. “Relax, Mase. We’re going to have fun tonight.” I’ll make sure of it.
“This is the worst.”
“How about I make it the best?” We get inside and after a quick scan of the lobby, I veer him off to the left.
“Where are we going?”
“I don’t know.” I keep walking. “I’m winging it.”
We finally end up in a closet that’s got a vacuum and a shelf full of trash bags, towels, and cleaning products.
The irony is not lost on me.
“Take a deep breath,” I urge. “You looked like you wanted to crawl under the red carpet and disappear out there.”
Mason’s gaze eats me up. “I’d rather crawl under your dress.” Chest rising, his heavy breaths punch out of him, and I swear he’s going to rip his tux. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he pulls me flush against him. “I’m not going to be able to keep myself off you all night. I don’t even want to try.”
The instant his mouth lands on my neck, I groan. He always hits my hotspot on first contact and is absolutely relentless. “God, Mason.” I sink my fingers into his hair, messing it all up. “You drive me wild.”
“Good.” He drops to his knees. “Because you do the same to me.”
He ducks under my gown and rips my panties apart with one good yank.
“Damnit, Mase! Those are my prettiest pair.”
“They’re still pretty,” he argues from between my thighs. “And now they’re mine.” He licks my pussy. “This is mine too.” He licks me again.
“Ooof!” My legs give out with that one. Holy hell his tongue is talented.
“Hold still, Princess.” Mason lifts my right foot and places it on his shoulder. Then he gives me an orgasm that has me groaning into the tablecloths hanging on hangers behind us.
When he crawls out from under my ballgown, he wipes his mouth off with my ripped panties. “I want to fuck you.”
Samsies.
“We’re going to play a game, Princess.” He takes my underwear and balls them in his hand. “You’re going to try to keep quiet, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make you fucking fail.”