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  “You want to beg me?”

  “Please. Please fuck me,” I almost sob and I’m rewarded with a tweak of my nipples.

  “I think we can do better than that, Noel. You’ve been driving me mad for months. Do you know how many times I’ve had to take myself in hand in this very bathroom? With you just a few feet away.”

  “Fuck,” I sob, the pressure inside me becoming too much.

  His hands continue to trace light circles around my aching nipples and I feel like a bow drawn too tight. It feels like I could come with just the slightest breeze across them. My panties are soaked through and sticking to me and I can feel my heartbeat there. It’s racing out of control, a constant drum that is driving me wild.

  “I need you!” I scream, my voice coming out hoarse and a touch wild. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me more than I’ve ever needed anything,” I say as I meet his eyes in the mirror.

  Mason grins at me wolfishly as one of his hands leaves my breasts and he reaches down, tearing the thin cotton panties off of me with the flick of his wrist.

  “You’re so beautiful when you’re begging for my cock,” he whispers against my neck and my eyes fall closed as I feel him unzip his pants behind me.

  I moan when the head of his cock lands against my ass, the sound turning frantic as he drags it between my ass cheeks, over my puckered hole. He pauses there for a second and my eyes spring open, meeting his in the mirror.

  “I’ll be taking you here too, Noel. One day soon, but this pussy has been starring in my fantasies for months.”

  Mason’s cock trails lower and my breath catches in my throat when the tip of his hard cock lodges inside me. He wraps one fist in my hair again, pulling me back against him and crushing my hands between us.

  “What’s the magic word?” He whispers against my ear and it falls off my lips like a prayer.

  “Please.”

  In the next instant, Mason is driving his hard length inside of me. I cry out as he takes my virginity but it’s a mild sting. There and gone in the next second as my brain catches up with the way he’s moving inside of me.

  His hand tugs on my hair, the nerve endings in my scalp lighting up. I meet his eyes in the mirror and the look on his face takes my breath away.

  He’s like a man possessed.

  His eyes are so dark they almost look black and his lips are drawn back as if he’s in pain.

  “So goddamn tight. You’ve been saving this pussy for me, haven’t you?” He asks and I can only nod.

  I’m transfixed by the way he’s watching me, by the way he’s taking me in. It’s like I’m something priceless. Something that he fought and worked for and now he’s finally getting to enjoy the spoils of his victories. He’s looking at me like he’s never going to let me go.

  That thought almost buckles my knees and Mason lets go of my hair to grip my waist. I’m still pinned against the sink so it’s not like I can go anywhere.

  I love the feeling of his hands on me as he starts to rock in and out of me. The pace is great at first but soon my body has grown used to his rhythm and I know I need more. I need him to lose control and take me.

  I try to rock my hips back, to meet his thrusts, but Mason’s fingers just tighten on my hips.

  “Don’t you dare try to rush me. I’ve been waiting so long to feel this snug cunt wrapped around me like a fist. I’m going to savor this.”

  His words leave me feeling dizzy and I tighten my hands into fists behind my back. Mason’s hands leave my waist, traveling up my body until they’re molding my tits in his hands once more.

  He pinches and toys with my nipples until I’m nothing but feeling. It’s as if the only thing in the world that I care about are his hands on my breasts and his thick cock working between my thighs.

  It’s still not enough though.

  I wiggle against Mason, desperate for more and his hand leaves my breast, wrapping around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze hard, just leaves it there, letting me know that he’s in charge. He slides his hand up, cupping my chin and forcing me to meet his eyes in the mirror.

  “You want me to pound this pussy? To rut into you and take you like some kind of animal?”

  My eyes widen and darken with lust and I know that he doesn’t need me to answer that question. He can see it written all over my face.

  “Beg me, Noel. You should know by now that I’m powerless to tell you no. Not when you beg.”

  “Please. I want to see you lose control,” I gasp out and I can see the immediate change in Mason.

  His eyes darken to black but a new fire seems to light inside them. It’s almost like his obsession with me has finally boiled over and he can’t hide it anymore.

  “Yes, yes,” I whisper his hips rear back.

  He plunges deep inside of me and I cry out, my body bending forward over the sink as he starts to fuck me harder.

  “No,” Mason growls, his hand wrapping in my hair and jerking me up. “I get to watch when you come apart all over my cock.”

  It almost happens then just from his words, just from the look on his face as his eyes lock on my face. They scan my features like he’s committing this to memory and I stare right back.

  “You know how crazy you make me? I can’t concentrate. I can’t think straight. Every thought I have is just you. I live to make you happy, to see you smile. You think I wanted to buy a Christmas tree farm? Or that hot chocolate company? No. They’re both terrible investments but I can’t seem to say no. Not when it’s something that makes you smile.”

  I’m staring at him wide eyed, my orgasm stirring to a crescendo inside of me as he keeps talking, as his fingers and cock keep working.

  “Seeing you frown makes me feel like a bastard and has me scrambling to fix it. Lord only knows what I would do if you cried.”

  His hand leaves my hair and he cups my face, turning my face until his lips meet mine.

  “You’re mine, Noel. You have been since I laid eyes on you. Say it. Say it as you come all over my cock.”

  “I’m yours!” I scream as I do as he asks and let my orgasm suck me under.

  My body falls forward, my head and chest resting on the counter as Mason drives himself into me, once, twice, three times. He swells, his cock sinking deep as he lets go and comes deep inside of me. I can feel his warm release splash rope after rope deep inside of me and I shiver and shake as his orgasm triggers another baby one in me.

  I’m panting, a sweaty sticky mess, when Mason pulls out of me and undoes my hands. He rubs my wrists, making sure that there’s no marks before he spins me around and pulls me into his arms.

  “I love you, Noel. I need you more than my next breath. Always.”

  I tip my chin up, meeting his eyes as I wrap my arms around his neck.

  “I love you too.”

  SEVEN

  Mason

  * * *

  SHE’S MINE. She’s finally fucking mine.

  As soon as those three words are past her lips, I have her bundled back in her coat and am dragging her into the elevator. It’s not quite quitting time but I need to get Noel home, in my bed, beneath me again.

  I text my driver and soon I’m sliding into the backseat of the town car after her. As soon as we’re inside, I drag Noel into my lap and fuse our mouths together. We spend the drive home making out like teenagers. I’ve got my hands worked under her skirt, her legs straddling me, and I’m about to take her again when the car slows.

  I bite out a curse as our apartment building comes into view. I tug her skirt back down and help her out of the car. Our doorman stops me and informs me that the tree was delivered a few minutes ago.

  “Can you bring it up to my place, please,” I ask him as I lead Noel over to the elevator and punch in my code for the penthouse.

  I should probably warn her about the cameras that I have in her apartment and the pictures that are hanging in my place but it seems too late now. After the bathroom, she has to have some inkling of how obsessed I
am with her, of how she rules my every thought.

  The elevator doors open and I take Noel’s hand, leading her inside. Her eyes are wide as she takes in the entry hall and takes in the mostly empty walls. I lead her into the living room and kitchen and offer to make her something to eat.

  “Can we just order pizza?” She asks, her eyes a mixture of awe and lust.

  “We can do whatever you want to,” I tell her and I take out my phone and order from a pizza parlor close by.

  “It will be here in half an hour,” I tell her and I look up to see her moving closer to me.

  Her arms loop around my waist and it feels like all is right in the world.

  “What are we going to do while we wait?” She asks me in a seductive whisper.

  “I’ve got a few ideas,” I say as I pull her after me down the hallway and into our bedroom.

  And it is our bedroom now. I won’t spend another night without her. Not now that I’ve had a taste of her.

  Noel comes up short when she sees the walls. Canvases and framed photographs of her hang on every wall. She doesn’t seem that upset by them. More confused, and I give her a second to adjust before I try to explain.

  “I’ve wanted you since I first laid eyes on you. You’re the only woman that I have ever had this reaction too. You’re the only woman that I’ve ever loved or wanted. I’m so obsessed with you, Noel. Does that scare you?” I ask her, waiting anxiously for her answer.

  “No, it probably should, but it doesn’t. In fact, I think I like it,” she says as she turns to face me.

  “Thank fuck because there’s no way that I could stop.”

  I’m about to crush her to me, about to rip every stitch of clothing off of us and pin her to the bed when there’s a knock at my front door.

  “Don’t move,” I instruct Noel as I head over to answer it.

  I have to adjust myself in my pants and I bite back a curse at whoever was dumb enough to interrupt me from spending more time with Noel. I answer the door, helping the doorman drag the Christmas tree inside and over to the wall by the window.

  I tip him and thank him as he steps back into the elevator and I turn and hurry into the bedroom. The sight that greets me has my cock raging back to life in my pants.

  Noel is naked, spread out on the bed before me. She looks wet and ready for me to claim her and when she crooks a finger at me, giving me a saucy smirk, I let myself loose. I’ve stripped and crawled between her legs in the blink of the eye and Noel giggles, spreading her thighs wide as my cock pushes inside of her.

  Pictures of Noel hang on the walls as I take her for the first time in our bed. I thought that once I had finally made love to her, that the need inside me would subside, at least for a bit, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.

  In fact, I think my need for her has only grown.

  EIGHT

  Noel

  * * *

  MASON WOKE me up with his head between my legs. I was a little sore after yesterday but it was a good kind of sore. He had eaten me to one orgasm and then another and then a third. I had been about to pass out again when he had carried me into the shower and pinned me against the wall.

  I had clung to him, my fingernails scratching his back as he pounded into me. I love the way he makes love to me. I love how he takes over and I love giving up my control to him.

  He had washed me in the shower afterward, his hands soft and loving as they washed me. I had let Mason take care of me, letting him wash and dry me off. I had to sneak out to head downstairs to my apartment so I could get dressed but Mason found me. Of course he did.

  “You wait for me from now on. In fact, I’ll have movers here today and you’ll never have to leave without me again.”

  I should probably be worried about how fast things are moving between us, but it feels so right. His dark side, this obsession he has with me, doesn’t scare me. It thrills me. He makes me feel cherished and loved.

  Maybe it’s because my parents were always too busy working to pay much attention to me. Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to Mason and the way he loves me.

  I get dressed and join Mason in the kitchen. He’s already on the phone, talking to the movers and I roll my eyes when he says that tomorrow doesn’t work. It has to be today.

  I head past him to grab my peacoat out of the hallway closet but Mason stops me.

  “I got you something,” he says and I take his hand as he leads me back to the elevator and up to his place.

  He opens the hallway closet and I’m surprised to see two new coats and some new mittens and scarves inside.

  “Your other stuff wasn’t warm enough,” he explains as he grabs the long puffy coat and holds it out to me.

  I slip my arms in and zip it up as Mason grabs me some mittens, a hat, and a scarf.

  “It wasn’t snowing that hard out there,” I protest as Mason loops the scarf around my neck.

  “It’s cold though. Especially with the wind,” he protests and I let him lead me back to the elevator and down to the lobby.

  I wave at Trevor, the day doorman, as we head outside. I figure we must be walking today since he bundled me up so much that I’m already sweating. Mason steers me over to the waiting town car and I slide in when he opens the door for me. I tug off my hat and scarf, giggling when I see Mason frowning at my actions.

  “It’s so hot in here,” I say as I tug off the mittens and shove them into my new coat’s pocket. “Thank you for the new coat and winter gear,” I add, leaning over to kiss Mason’s cheek.

  He tugs me onto his lap, or tries to anyway. The long coat wraps around my knees and Mason lets out a frustrated sound as he turns me sideways and cuddles me on his lap. The snow is coming down harder today and I watch the flurries out the window as I rest in Mason’s arms.

  “What happens now? Will I need to go to HR and sign something? Will we have to disclose our relationship or something?”

  My mind races with questions as real life catches up with me. I love Mason but maybe I should be thinking about protecting myself in case things go bad between us.

  “No,” Mason says, burying his nose in my hair and tracing the tip of my ear.

  “What do you mean no?” I ask and doubts start to push in.

  “No, you don’t need to sign anything. The rest of the company will know soon. You’ll own half of everything soon enough.”

  Is he talking about marriage?

  “The movers will be moving your stuff into our place today. Trevor is going to let them in,” Mason asks and I wonder if he’s trying to distract me.

  “Maybe we can decorate the tree and your place–”

  “Our place,” Mason corrects and I smile, burying my face in his neck.

  “Sorry, our place. Maybe we can decorate our place tonight.”

  “Whatever you want, Noel. Although, we will need to buy decorations because I don’t have any.”

  “Scrooge,” I tease and Mason nips my earlobe.

  We pull up in front of work a minute later and I reluctantly climb out after him. He holds my hand as we head into work and I spot the looks I get from the other employees right away.

  Their eyebrows shoot up and they turn, whispering to each other as we wait for the elevator to come.

  Once again, doubts start to creep in. Sure, Mason is into me now but what happens if his feelings change? He’s the CEO and founder of Roth Investments and he’ll be fine if we break up. I’ll be the one who is screwed. I’ll be out of a job, an apartment, and I have a feeling that my heart will be broken beyond repair.

  NINE

  Mason

  * * *

  NOEL HAS BEEN ACTING strange all day. I had thought maybe I had scared her with my lovemaking or with moving her in so quickly but she had seemed fine this morning. She was happy, teasing me and cuddling in my lap, and then we got to work.

  She had seemed tense when we got into the elevator with some other employees but she didn’t say anything. I had thought maybe she was just hungry
. We had gotten sidetracked this morning and I didn’t have time to make her anything.

  I ordered her breakfast though and she still seems quiet. It’s like she’s worried about something but she won’t tell me what. How can I fix it if she won’t tell me what’s wrong?

  I send her off early, letting her take the town car to the department store to pick up some more decorations. I wanted to join her but a meeting came up that I couldn’t reschedule.

  Part of me wonders if she just needs some time alone to process the last twenty-four hours. I’m willing to give Noel anything that she needs. If she needs a few hours to herself, then that’s what she’ll get but by the end of the night, she’ll be in my arms, in my bed.

  I leave work early and jog the few blocks home. Noel is home already, bags and boxes of decorations scattered around the living room. She’s sitting in the middle of the chaos, the eye in the center of the storm.

  “Hey, baby,” I say, pulling her into my arms and cradling her face in my hands. “How was your afternoon?”

  “Good, I found some really cute decorations,” she says, starting to pull away.

  I let her go reluctantly, taking a seat as she starts to show me the stuff that she got today. I pull out the pot roast that my housekeeper left us for dinner and we take a break from decorating to eat.

  Noel still seems quiet and part of me starts to panic. Is she having second thoughts about us already? I’ll just have to make sure that I prove to her that this is meant to be, that no one will love her more than me.

  I take her hand when the last ornament is hung on the tree and lead her into the bedroom. Her eyes heat and that same spark comes back into her eyes. The one that lets me know that we’re on the same page.

  I take my time undressing us both, peeling the layers off so that I can worship the goddess beneath them. When we’re both naked, I lay her out on the bed and bracket her body with mine.

  “You’re mine, Noel.”