Page 60 of Danger and Dominance (Black Fox Security Doms #1)

Mason

“I’m getting married.” Staring at his reflection in the interior door of the elevator, Mason had to admit that didn’t sound so bad. It was time, after all. “I’m getting married to Yasmine Jafari.”

That sounded a little odder.

Maybe because of the way everyone at the club joked that she would probably never be able to get married.

Not with how all her relationships turned out.

Which was why she’d been willing to try letting her parents arrange her marriage.

Skip all the pesky dating stuff, which was always where her relationships went wrong, and jump straight to the lifelong commitment.

It made sense.

They made sense.

They both wanted the same things out of life.

They’d had long talks about their desires, how they pictured their futures, their financial outlooks, children—not just how many but also their parenting philosophies—pretty much everything a couple should talk about before getting into a marriage but often didn’t.

Mason might specialize in trauma counseling rather than marriage counseling, but he still knew the basics.

They’d covered all of them.

And she was a beautiful woman.

He would have to be made of stone not to recognize that.

Yet when they’d kissed last night, there had been no spark. No kindling. No excitement.

It had been a nice kiss, but it had been missing something.

Passion.

But he felt like that couldn’t be too unusual for an arranged relationship. They’d been pushed together by outside forces, not by mutual chemistry. Surely, that chemistry would come eventually. The passion.

They just needed to get to know each other better.

His brain needed to adjust to the idea that she wasn’t off limits.

They’d never scened together before, even at the club, because Yasmine had been a relationship person—and after her relationships ended, her boyfriend always found ‘the one’—and Mason hadn’t been looking for commitment.

It was time, though. He was getting older, and he wanted things out of his life he needed a life partner for.

Besides, it had been a long time since he’d felt highly passionate about any of his sexual partners.

Maybe that was just part of growing up. The high, the excitement, maybe that was all part of being in your twenties, and now, emotions were steadier because the dips and peaks had already been experienced.

He and Yasmine could settle into a very comfortable relationship based on mutual respect and enjoyment of each other’s company, and they’d probably have very satisfying sex.

She was a skilled submissive, he was a skilled dominant, and they had a lot of kinks in common.

She was exactly the kind of woman he’d always pictured himself marrying, so it would work out, eventually.

The door to the elevator opened, revealing the glass wall that looked into the lobby of the Black Fox Security main office.

Since it was a Saturday morning, Mason wasn’t expecting to see anyone there, so he was surprised that a woman was standing inside the doors at the front desk.

She had her left arm up, leaning against the desk, her back to the glass, staring at…

what? He wasn’t sure. The only thing that was on the wall for her to stare at was the firm’s sign.

Red hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail, tied with a green and white polka-dot ribbon that matched the green and white collared sleeveless shirt she was wearing.

Plentiful curves filled out a pair of jean capris that hugged her legs all the way down to mid-calf, where the straps of her green wedge sandals started, tied in little bows just above her ankles.

Frowning, doing his best not to check out her plumply curved ass and how nicely it filled out her jeans because he was now an affianced man, Mason strode forward and ran his ID badge over the scanner to open the door. It beeped in confirmation, and the door clicked, unlocking.

The woman inside turned as he pulled the door open, finally revealing her front, which was just as attractive as her backside. She was an absolute goddess.

Lush curves packed into the polka-dot top, unbuttoned far enough to show off deep cleavage that invited a man to crawl inside and hibernate for the winter.

Beautiful face made up with thick black eyeliner and red lips that denoted the pin-up girl style from the 1950s.

She was wearing a green and white necklace of chunky beads around her neck.

Staring at her, Mason was hit with an unexpected—and unwanted—wave of utter lust…

the type he hadn’t experienced since he was young, dumb, and full of cum.

His dick went half-hard immediately as his brain launched straight into fantasies of what her lips would look like wrapped around it.

Every cell in his body demanded that he do something, say something, to charm her and get her into his bed, then keep her there for the rest of her life.

Her green eyes widened, and her expression lit up with delight.

“Mason? Oh my God, it’s so nice to finally meet you!” The vision of his desires jumped toward him, only taking a few quick steps to throw herself into his arms.

Soft curves squished against him in the best way possible, and all the blood drained from the rest of his body straight to his dick, making him dizzy.

He swayed slightly, struggling against the shocking assault from his libido, his brain finally catching up to him as he realized who she must be—even though she didn’t look anything like the pictures he’d seen in the past.

“Audrey?” Her name came out in a croak as his hands settled around her body. Thankfully, he retained enough brainpower not to let them slide down to her ass, but holy fuck… just holding her was pure torture. She smelled like sugar and cinnamon and freshly baked goods.

The desire to lick her was overwhelming.

She squeezed, then released him and stepped back. Thank God. Maybe he could finally get his bearings if she wasn’t touching him, if his nose wasn’t full of her delicious scent.

“I didn’t know I was going to be seeing you here, or I would have brought your baklava—I made three different kinds so you can tell me which one you like the best,” David’s little sister said, beaming at him.

Fuck, she wasn’t just hot, and he wasn’t just attracted to her. She’d made him baklava. Three different varieties. He almost whimpered.

She is David’s little sister, he told his dick. It had absolutely no effect. The traitorous body part knew what it wanted, and it didn’t care whose sister she was.

“Thank you.”

“Sorry,” she said, wrinkling her nose and taking another step back. Her head tilted to the side as she reached up to tug on the end of her ponytail. “I know I come on kind of strong. I’m trying to get better about it.”

“I like how you come on,” he said before he could think about what he was saying. “I didn’t mind.” He wanted to reassure her, then hunt down anyone who had ever made her feel less than perfect for being so warm and inviting and punch them in the face.

Fuck. What is happening to me?

This wasn’t him. This wasn’t who he was. This wasn’t how he reacted to women.

“Hey, Audrey, ready to go?” David came around the corner, and Mason had never been simultaneously so glad and so disappointed to see someone. “Oh, hey, Mason. What are you doing here?”

Not perving on your sister, that’s for sure.

“Uh, I just had to pick some stuff up.”

“Same.” David held up the folder in his hand as he slung his other arm around his sister’s shoulders. Was he looking at Mason weird? Or was Mason just being paranoid? “Audrey and I are headed over to brunch with our grandmother now. Cassidy is driving her and meeting us there.”

“I love Cassidy,” Audrey enthused, beaming up at David. “So does Grandma. We stayed up ‘til two o’clock last night talking. I adore her.”

“She’s pretty great,” Mason agreed. It seemed polite to agree with her since she was so excited. It wasn’t just so she could look at him and smile the way she was smiling at her brother.

Except that when she did, it felt like the sun had just come out from behind the clouds and was shining on him again.

“She’s so great. But we do need to go so we can meet her. Will you be at Jensen’s tonight?”

That’s where they were having the welcome gathering for Audrey so people could see her—or, in Mason’s case, meet her. Though obviously, he’d jumped the gun. They were going to Jensen’s because his house was a lot better set up for hosting than David’s was. A lot of people were going to be there.

Including his new fiancé.

Yasmine.

They were making the announcement tonight.

Fuck.

“Yeah, he’s coming,” David said, looking at Mason oddly, and he realized he’d been standing in place, not answering Audrey’s question because his brain was finally catching up to how truly fucked he was right now.

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

“Great.” She brightened again, and it hurt to watch because he knew he shouldn’t be enjoying that brightness the way he was. “We’ll see you there!”

“See you there,” he echoed, turning to watch them walk out of the office. Her hips sashayed with every step, her delectable bottom shifting with the movement in a manner that made him feel a little weak. Like falling to his knees so he could bite that round, juicy?—

Mason coughed and turned his head away as the elevator doors opened to admit them.

He needed to get his head on straight. Because he’d made an agreement. Because he couldn’t derail his life plan for a woman he’d just met. Because instant lust was just a chemical, hormonal reaction, it didn’t mean anything.

And because he was getting married to Yasmine Jafari.

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Mason’s dilemma continues to get worse in Cuffs and Cupcakes .