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The bed she's never even seen before but is her bed now. I didn't give her her own room like Hendrix did Isobel. I'm too selfish.

When I pull away from her mouth, she's panting lightly, and her lips are swollen.

I move my hand from her hands and cup her upper thigh, curling my fingers around and squeezing gently. I'm so close to her pussy I feel the heat warming my fingers. I massage her flesh, bunching it up in my fingers before releasing her, letting myself enjoy touching her before we go upstairs where it's no doubt about to become supremely uncomfortable.

Her breath hitches in her lungs; her eyes dilate and go hooded.

My dick is so hard.

I pull my hand away reluctantly.

"Let's go," I clear my throat, opening my car door and stepping out, making my way to hers and opening it. The sight of her long, toned legs in her pantyhose swinging from the car makes my mouth go dry and my dick twitch.

It's going to be a long night.

Chapter eighteen

Taking It

Mason grabs the boxes from the backseat, and gestures with a jerk of his chin to proceed before him to the door that leads to the elevators. I walk silently, keeping my arms folded across my torso. I've never been here.

"How come you've never let me come here before?" I ask hesitantly.

"Because." He clears his throat softly. "You were underage when I bought the place."

"Oh," I say. But I can't really blame him, because the truth is I would have let him do whatever he wanted to me back then. And I think he knows that.

My eyes flicker around as I hold the door open for him to walk through and I press the elevator, waiting silently. It dings, and I go in first, followed close behind by Mason who is seething. I can tell.

The doors close and I wait a second. "Which floor?"

"Push the penthouse button," he says gruffly.

I roll my eyes at the 'duh, stupid'in his tone.

"Shut up," I mumble under my breath, reaching forward.

It lights up as I press it then stand back, waiting patiently as we ascend about sixty floors before it opens into a beautiful hallway with a black and white checkered marble floor. I meet his eyes as the doors open, and he again stays quiet. I walk ahead of him, turning and seeing a white lacquered door at the end of the small hall lit up on both sides with modern lighting.

There's a table opposite the elevator doors with an ornate mirror, plants, and the color is a tasteful dark navy.

We make our way silently until we get to the door.

"Press it," he says, arching a brow and jerking his head to the door. Tilting my head down I look, not seeing what he's talking about. "The keypad on the left. You see the little rectangular box there in the side? Press your thumb to it." I bend down looking closer, seeing a small pad recessed into the trim, almost invisible. I press my thumb to it, hearing a muted beep and the lock click before the door swings open. "Welcome home, butterfly," he says with a ghost of a grin.

A thrill courses through me combating the nervousness. Steeling my resolve, I turn my face from his and walk into a modern foyer.

Mason comes in behind me with the boxes, shutting the door, and I walk a bit deeper into the lush, obviously expensive area. My eyes flicker everywhere, trying to take in this man's sanctuary. According to Hendrix over the last couple of years he's owned this place, he's only been allowed over four times as Mason tends to like his space.

"Take your shoes off," Mason says, dragging his eyes down my body.

This is not how Izzy described Hendrix taking her, at all. She said Hendrix dominated her almost like a lion, a wild animal. Mason's making me feel more like the mouse that gets squeezed to death by it's predator before it gets swallowed whole.

I roll my lips, stepping out of these ridiculously tall heels. I wiggle my toes as my feet touch the cool floor, and I take the lead now, walking through the foyer and into the rest of the penthouse. The lights are motioned-censored, and they pop on, dimming as we advance deeper into the penthouse.

Which ishuge.

I'm a bit in awe; the smell of his apartment is clean, the air slightly cool.