Chapter 18: Call Me…

JAMIE

Sitting across the candlelit table from Mason Knight, I never thought I’d see the day.

For a man who didn’t do dates, he was impressing the hell out of me.

I was impressed with the vegetarian meal he had prepared—himself—and the mood he had set with the candles, and the light music, and the nicely flowing conversation back and forth.

In my opinion, he was a professional dater, despite not being known to date.

“So what’s the verdict?” Mason clasped his hands together. He was sitting across the square table, looking insanely hot in his dark fitted shirt.

“Amazing. Just the dinner that you made—I’m surprised you know your way around a kitchen like you do.”

I was feeling slight guilt for even saying that. But honestly, it was what I was thinking. I had thought he would have a chef or something.

Still, the meal tonight was better than anything I’d ever cooked. Like, way better.

“Why does that surprise you?”

I shrugged. “You’re so wealthy. I kind of figured you would have a personal chef.”

He raised his eyebrows. I tripped over myself to continue.

“I mean, I have a brother and he’s disgraceful at the bachelor lifestyle. He burns toast. One time my parents went on holiday and he lived on pocket pizzas for a week because Mum wasn’t there to cook for him.”

He chuckled.

“Well, I’m nothing like your brother. Not all men are the same. I do hire a chef on occasion, but I like to cook too. I find it therapeutic.”

I finally know something about him: he likes to cook.

That was a pretty hot trait for a man to have. Even better that he looked damn good doing it.

“And your chef didn’t help you with any of the prep tonight?” I smirked.

Mason set his beer back down on the table after taking a swig. “I will have you know I have a recipe book of my mother’s that came in handy.”

“A recipe book. My mum has one of those too. She’s been adding to it throughout the years. Yours must be a great cook if she taught you so well?”

He sighed. “Yeah, she was. She passed a few years ago.”

~Shit. Great going, Jamie, bringing up his dead mum on a date. Way to kill the mood.~

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

Obviously, I was wondering how she passed, but it wasn’t a question I wanted to ask him. Looking at him, he seemed very sensitive to the subject.

“It’s fine, it’s just not something I like to talk about.”

He stood and picked up the dishes.

“Why don’t you get comfortable on the couch and I’ll clear these away?”

“Do you want me to help? I don’t mind. I’m no stranger to dirty dishes.” I was already getting up from my chair, preparing to help him.

“I’ve got it. We have one date, so I might as well do it right. Relax in the living area, and I’ll bring over some wine.”

He walked away, balancing the dishes on his arms.

He was trying to be the perfect gentleman, although both of us knew the truth.

It’s nice to see he’s pulling out all the stops.

I crossed to the living area in my bare feet, looking around his home.

I wondered how many girls have been in his space—butt naked on his couch, being pleasured.

It annoyed me even thinking about it.

Just one night. Remember that, Jamie.

I picked up a framed photo from the sideboard, a photo of Harry and Mason with a woman who I assumed was his mother.

She was beautiful, with dark hair and dark eyes just like him.

“Her name was Penelope.”

I turned around and looked at him, smiling lightly.

“Your mum—she was a very beautiful woman. You look like her. I think it’s the eyes.”

“She would have been thrilled hearing that, it’s something she loved to hear.”

Mason handed me my wineglass and took the framed photo from my hand. He glanced down at it before placing it back on the sideboard.

“It must be hard for you and your dad, being without her. I’ve never lost anyone close to me, so I’m not familiar with the feeling.”

“You’re lucky.”

He took a swig from his own glass and set it down on the sideboard. Then he took me in his arms.

“Jamie. I’ve been dying to kiss you all night.”

And yet he hasn’t.

I leaned up and pressed my lips to his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me close enough that I could feel just how aroused I was making him.

There was nothing slow and sweet about this kiss after a second.

His hands explored my body over the tight red dress that I was wearing for his benefit.

This is it. This is the moment.

Mason’s fingers expertly unzipped my dress without his lips leaving mine.

He was getting exactly what he wanted. I was all his for one more night, to do with as he pleased.

He pulled back from the kiss and spent some time eyeing every crevice of my body in my new lingerie set.

“Fuck, you were so worth breaking my rule for one more night.”

“So many rules. Why?”

“No questions.”

He kissed me again so I couldn’t say more. Frankly, I didn’t want to; I was breathless from the force of his lips against mine.

Mason kissed me, all the while moving us back toward the black leather couch.

Soon I lay flat with my head against a couch cushion as he stood before me undoing the buttons of the wine-colored shirt.

He threw his shirt to the floor and knelt between my legs.

“This time I’m going to spend some time on you.”

He moved his body over mine and pressed his lips to the top of my breast, his fingers sliding my black lace panties down my legs.

I looked up at the ceiling as his mouth moved along my inner thigh, nibbling on my skin.

He was already making good on his word to pleasure me.

He rubbed me gently before inserting a finger. A second finger followed, building the sensation between my legs.

“Do you like that?”

I could only moan in reply.

I can’t believe Mason Knight is between my legs, making me feel this good.

I knew it was going to happen, but it’s still hard to believe.

“More, Mason.”

He increased the speed of his fingers and I rocked into his palm. Through moans I opened my eyes and looked at him.

His mouth was open slightly. He was so turned on by how turned on I was.

It’s early still, and I’ve a feeling he has plenty more in store for me.

Mason stood up, undid his belt buckle, and slipped his pants down his legs. My eyes were on him as he lost the boxers.

He was now on show.

I’d never wanted a man as badly as I did him, right then.

I knelt on the couch and moved closer to Mason. I set my lips on his as my hands explored his body.

I didn’t get to do much of that the first time around as he’d been in such a rush.

He stood in front of me as I put my mouth on him, moving from tip to base and back again.

I circled my arm around him and grabbed his ass cheek in one hand. With the other, I massaged his balls.

“Fuck,” he moaned, “you’re good at that. Don’t you dare stop.”

He threaded his fingers through my curls and pushed my head closer to his crotch.

I kept going. It wasn’t something I minded doing, since he had pleasured me too.

All the while sucking his cock I wondered if things at the office were going to be awkward.

Hopefully we can go on as normal.

Mason pulled away from me.

“I better quit while I’m ahead, or I’ll cum before I get to be inside you.”

He reached down and grabbed a condom from his pants pocket.

“Are we going to your room?”

He shook his head while rolling the rubber down his length.

“I don’t bring women to my room.”

He moved toward me and kissed me again. As he did, his arms circled me and he undid the clasp of my bra.

“Turn around.”

I turned around and he bent me over the couch. He spread me apart before positioning his tip at my opening.

He pushed inside and the pleasure was instant. He moved fast, gripping my hips and pulling me back on his length.

“Oh God.” I gripped the leather as I moaned aloud. I wouldn’t be able to take it otherwise.

How does he make me feel this out of control?

Mason slowed down, moving out slowly and ramming back into me, causing me to gasp. He reached out, pulling my erect nipples between his fingers.

“Call me Mr. Knight,” he whispered.

~Okay. I can do that.~

Was it a kink thing? Did he like to be called Mr. Knight during sex? Did he ask the others to do that?

“If that’s what you want, Mr. Knight.”

His hand was on my lower back as he rammed into me again, just enough to tease me, before pulling back. It was all about his control.

“Do you like that, Jamie?”

“Yes, Mr. Knight!”

He leaned over me and whispered against my ear, grabbing my breast in his hand.

“There’s plenty more to come. I’m not done with you yet.”