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I whimper, torn between what I need and what I want. The two polar opposites. I need to get a grip and tear my thoughts and body away from this man and all the decadence his touch promises. I need to secure my future.

But I want him.

I want to feel his body against mine. I want to feel him spread my thighs with his massive body and stretch my virgin hole with his thick cock. Maybe too big cock. For all my lack of experience I can’t help but wonder if he’ll fit.

“Tell me, angel. What’s bothering you?”

“I wantandneed you, Mason, and it scares me.”

CHAPTER 4

ALLISON

Mason senses my hesitation.

Without a word he reads me and I feel a sense of relief knowing I don’t have to voice my concerns or explain like I’m reading out of some secret encyclopedia on female emotions.

“You wear your heart like a neon sign, angel. Never fear your emotions. Let them guide you. Tell me what you need and I’ll do it. I’ll do anything you want.”

I can’t help but laugh softly at his choice of words and his brows pinch.

“That’s exactly my problem,” I explain. “I want you, but need to get my head out of the clouds. What could ever come of this but a single night of pleasure? The bastard child of a drug addict and the niece of a thief trying to ruin your company.”

“I see.”

“Do you?”

Two strides we’re in front of his desk. He tosses his dress shirt over the massive oak wood and sits me down on the edge as he pushes aside everything to make room for us.

Papers, files, and God know what else scatters across the floor as he pushes me back on the massive oak slab of polished wood.

My eyes went wide.

With a hand to my abdomen he pushed gently and I follow his lead willingly.

“Spread those beautiful legs for me, angel.”

“Mason, what are you—”

I barely manage a few words before I’m tossed back into the fantasy clouds I need to escape and floating on those puffy balls of pleasure like it’s my second home.

And I never want to leave.

“Mason,” I try again, burying my fingers into his hair. He drags his tongue from my virgin hole to my clit and I arch off the desk in delight. I gasp loudly and he moves his hands under my ass, cupping the mounds of flesh in his big, strong grip.

He spreads me and I can feel his saliva mix with my juices to drip down the crevice of my ass and wet the small entrance there.

I can feel my cheeks turn red as he works his tongue closer to my asshole. For all of three seconds I forget what it means to draw air into my lungs when he licks me from hole to hole, stopping to nibble on my bare pussy lips.

Then he does it again. Just when I was getting a handle on my inner sex kitten, he throws me off-kilter.

In the middle of Chicago’s richest, and most reclusive billionaire’s library I have my legs spread wide open on his desk getting my ass and pussy thoroughly eaten.

My nightcannotget any more surreal.

I should know better than to challenge the gods of fate.

I cry out when he widens my untouched, pouty pink lips demanding all of me. He travels lower and lower until I feel him swirl his tongue around my asshole, sending shockwaves to pulse against every nerve in my body.

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