Page 61 of Meet Mason, the Billionaire

“I just realized I have no clothes other than the ones on my back. Neither do I have deodorant, my razor, my—”

Mason held up a finger and reached into an overhead storage bin. The plane’s sleekly modern interior was more evocative of a starship than a private jet, in my opinion. It was hard not to be wowed. The private cabin was bigger than my apartment, just by sheer square footage alone.

Mason took down my overnight bag, the one I’d stashed at his place.

“Okay, so there’s pajamas in there, but what about other things to wear?”

“We can go shopping after we land.”

I gave him a look. “I’m not sure where we’re going, but I don’t have a lot of money.”

“I thought it was obvious I would be paying.”

“Well, you thought wrong.” I glared out the window, feeling my ire rising hot like boiled lead in my chest. “I don’t expect you to pay for anything, Mason. It’s important that you realize I don’t care about your money.”

“I know you don’t care about my money,” Mason said. “In fact, I sometimes feel like you see my wealth as a strike in the ‘con’ column rather than the ‘pro.’ But I really don’t mind spending the money.”

I sighed, and turned back toward him. “As long as you don’t think I’m a gold digger.”

“Never,” he said, soft eyes full of sincerity. I so wanted to believe him. I almost did. When he came in for a kiss, I relaxed into him and let those worries slip away, at least for the time being.

“So,” I said when we broke apart. I traced a finger around his chest. “How long is this flight going to take?”

“Seven hours or so.”

“Seven hours or so?” I gaped. “Where are you taking me, the moon?”

He grinned enigmatically and gave him the stink eye.

“Fine, be that way. I’ll know when we come in for a landing if nothing else. But what are we going to do for the next seven hours?”

That’s about when the co-pilot knocked on the private cabin door and politely asked if we were ready to buckle in for takeoff. I’d been on a few planes before, but I still freaked out a little during takeoff. It seemed to me like the plane went really, really fast, pressing me into my seat.

Mason noticed my discomfort and took my hand, squeezing it tightly. I flashed him a grateful, nervous smile, feeling a bit queasy.

Once we were in the air, the flight evened out and it was hard to tell we were even moving. The high-pitched whine of the jet engines, and the water slipping past us were the only clues.

Mason unbuckled and stood up. “As far as what we’re going to do for the next seven hours, I have some ideas.”

“Now you’re speaking my language,” I purred. I unbuckled myself from the seat and stood up into his embrace. He took my lips. Slowly probing his tongue inside and lashing it against my own. His hand swept down my spine to clutch my bottom tightly.

I moaned into his mouth as he kneaded the flesh through my dress. He pried my cheeks apart and ran his finger through them until he teased my pussy.

“Come on,” he said, suddenly breaking off the clinch, much to my chagrin. “I want to show you something.”

He led me away from the front half of the cabin to a profusion of bags sitting in a little alcove. I recognized the logos on many of the bags.

“Someone went shopping,” I said, opening one of the bags. “I just hope what’s inside of here is really, really naughty.”

“I think it all qualifies as that.” Mason came up behind me. “Of course, this is all just window dressing. It makes no difference to me if we use some of it, all of it, or none of it. I just want you, Megan. You’re all that I want.”

His lips bent to my neck and kissed softly. I sighed, relaxing into him. My hand slid down and massaged the growing erection between his legs.

“It’s okay,” I said, working him into stiffness. “I like the idea of you dressing me up like your little doll.”

“That’s—objectifying,” he gasped.

“And you love the idea. You forget that I have a… handle… on your feelings at the moment. Besides, the whole point is it’s objectifying. I want you to objectify me a little in the bedroom, because you DON’T do it the rest of the time.”

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