Chapter 314

KING We take a cab from the club to Mason’s penthouse, and I don’t know if the Scotch from earlier has worn off completely, but I’m nervous as hell. And I’m never nervous about fucking. I have no idea what to do in this situation. I’m always the one in control. Mason places his cell phone and black Amex on the coffee table, then stuffs his hands into the pockets of his dress pants and simply watches me, his dark eyes roaming my body, like he’s enjoying how nervous I am. Maybe this was a huge fucking mistake. “Come here,” he says in that deep, soothing voice I imagine he uses when he’s convincing billionaire investors and buyers to do whatever he wants. I take a few steps closer, wanting to reach out and grab him. Resisting the urge to smash my mouth against his and kiss him until neither of us can breathe—before I bend him over his sofa and fuck him into submission. I curl my hands into fists at my sides and let out a shaky breath. Mason’s eyes narrow. “You don’t have to do anything yo