Yes, Mr Knight

JAMIE

I walked down the front steps of the hotel in my new red dress. I was getting the eye from men as they passed by, but it was Mason Knight who had my attention.

After having his lips on mine, his hands caressing my skin, I knew what women found so alluring.

They had a taste and came back for more, despite knowing he would only bed a woman once.

I wondered if it was because he worried about getting bored, or attached. He seemed like a very guarded man—every way but sexually.

Mason stood by the door to the waiting car. “You look ravishing in red.”

“I take it you like it, then. You picked it, after all.”

Not that he’d really given me a choice in the matter.

He pulled me against him and discreetly moved my hand down to his rock-hard crotch.

“I think that’s proof of how much I like it.”

A lot of proof.

Did it make me feel good to know that he got hard seeing me in red?

But the man has been hard over half the women of London.

I slipped into the car and he walked around the other side and did the same. I looked out the window as the driver took off for the restaurant.

It was 6:45 and already dark, the weather cold enough that even my wool coat wouldn’t keep me warm.

“What’s on your mind, Jamie?”

I brought my attention from the window and over to him. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

He shook his head. “You women always say ‘nothing,’ but it’s clear that it’s something. I should know, I’ve studied you lot for years.”

“I don’t think you know much about women at all, Mr. Knight. Unless it’s to do with women’s bodies. You seem to know a lot about that.”

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Touché. I do know a lot about women’s bodies. I would like to get to know yours a bit more.”

He placed his hand on my knee and moved it up my leg slowly.

Here? Now? With the driver sitting up front? What he wanted to do to me wouldn’t go unnoticed.

I moved his hand away. “No, not here.”

He leaned in, his lips to my ear. “I want you, Jamie. I want you bad.”

I chuckled. “You’re just going to have to be patient.”

“I’m not a very patient man, I think you know that already.” He glanced down at my breasts. “I want to see you. All of you. You’ve seen all of me.”

“I’m pretty sure you were happy to parade around in front of me naked.”

“Was that enough of a tease for you to want more? Earlier in the dressing room you seemed very…into it?”

My Lord, he’s making my head spin.

Just hearing him talk about it was causing all my blood to rush downward.

“I think you should sit back and relax, Mr. Knight. We have a long night ahead of us.”

***

I was standing at the bar with Joshua, getting another drink while the men at the table talked business.

Déjà vu much?

Since we were the assistants, we figured we would make ourselves scarce and have a drink alone.

“Oh, Jamie,” Joshua chuckled, “it’s so obvious that something happened between you and your precious boss.”

“Is it? I figured it was game over when I saw him with that lady at the Nest last night.”

That wasn’t exactly the truth, but I didn’t know Joshua well and I wasn’t in the mood to get vulnerable.

I sighed and glanced in Mason’s direction. He looked so serious as he chatted business. It was his best look.

“Let’s just say he wormed his way into my good books and I’m finding it hard to keep my distance.”

“He likes you. You like him. He looks like he would show you a wild night in the sack.”

I faced Joshua again. “I’m seeing another man back in London. We’ve only been on a few dates, but I feel bad fooling with Mason behind his back.”

“If you’re not official, there’s no need to feel bad. Lots of people fool around with a few people at the same time. I’m sure your guy back home is too.”

Was Ryan doing that? I hadn’t stopped to wonder. I couldn’t blame him if he had been.

“I guess so,” I said, shrugging. “We’ve not discussed becoming exclusive. He dropped me at the airport after spending the night in my bed.”

Why was I saying all this?

“Jamie.”

I heard Mason’s voice from behind me. He had a habit of sneaking up behind me midconversation, when I was possibly saying something embarrassing. I turned.

“Are you ready to leave?”

“Um. Okay.” I was surprised that he was leaving so early; I’d figured it was going to be another late one. “Let me just grab my…”

I looked down and noticed my coat draped over his arm.

“Coat. Thank you.”

Mason handed me my coat and I slipped it on. Honestly, I was glad to have more coverage. I looked at Joshua and smiled.

“I guess this is goodbye.”

“Looks like it. It was great getting to know you, Jamie.”

He closed the distance between us and hugged me. “You have my number. Make sure to keep in touch.”

“You too. Don’t be a stranger.”

I pulled back from the hug, surprised at how close I had gotten to him after just two days together.

Mason and I walked through the restaurant together, and I waved to our table on the way.

His hand was on my lower back as we walked out into the cold and toward the waiting car.

He looked rather impatient on the drive back, sighing at the traffic in front of us, tapping his foot.

He wanted to get back to that room fast. I was sure if things had gone his way he would have had me in the hotel bathroom.

“Traffic! Jesus Christ!”

I chuckled. “Relax, Mr. Knight. I’m sure we won’t be long. At least it’s nothing compared to the traffic back home.”

The cars started to move again.

“Thank God for that.” He turned his head toward me, and after a moment his lips twisted into that trademark smirk.

***

I walked into my hotel room and set my clutch down on the table. Just as I was about to remove my coat, Mason came up behind me and removed it himself.

I turned and looked at him, knowing what was going to happen next.

From what I’d heard, this was not about to be sweet missionary style. I might even be surprised if a bed was used at all.

On the desk? Up against the wall? In the shower?

I guess I’m about to find out!

“Jamie,” he whispered, his face pressed against mine, “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t believe it.”

There it is.

His lips were on mine, like he was hungry, while his hand fisted a chunk of my dark hair.

My hands moved in the direction of his leather belt. I opened his pants and moved them down over his ass.

I watched as he removed his suit jacket and undid the buttons of his shirt.

Again he stood before me naked, while I was fully clothed.

I guess I’d better even the score.

I kicked off my heels and undid the zipper on the back of my dress. It was a relief to be able to breathe again after wearing that the entire night.

“Take it off, Jamie. I want to see you.”

I loosened my grip on the fabric and it fell to the floor. My nipples were rock-hard and it was obvious.

I had just a pair of panties on as he moved toward me, immediately capturing my lips in another kiss of passion.

“So fucking hot,” he whispered.

“Remember that time in the elevator when you said brunettes weren’t your type? Well, you’re here with me, so…does that mean you’ve changed your mind?”

He considered me for a moment.

“You’re the exception.”

“Oh, the exception? To the rule? I don’t understand that. You like who you like, you can’t control it.”

Mason laced his fingers with mine, pushed me back against the wall, and held my hands up above my head.

“Enough talking. Not enough fucking.”

He rubbed me over my panties—already damp—and captured my nipple in his mouth while cupping my breast in his hand.

I quietly moaned as he swirled his tongue around my tip. “Mmm, that’s good.”

He released my nipple from his mouth and hovered over my lips.

“Rub me. Take it in your hands and feel how big it is for you.”

I reached down and took his hard cock in my hand.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. Even though I want to. I’ve never been this wild and vocal with a man.

Mason wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the floor. He gripped my ass, spreading my cheeks as he carried me to the desk.

I was set down on the wood. My arms were around his neck as I kissed him.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded in reply and he picked up his pants from the floor and took out a wrapped condom.

He tore it open, tossed the wrapper, and rolled it down his hard length.

I bit down on my bottom lip, turned on just watching him.

Mason moved toward me, pulling me closer, and soon pushed his massive cock inside of me.

Well, he said rough.

He gripped my hips and pulled my body closer to his as he thrust inside of me. I gasped with pleasure, hardly able to catch my breath.

“Oh God!”

“Moan for me, Jamie. Louder. Let it all out. Show me exactly how much you like it.”

He moved at a rapid pace before pulling out of me and turning me around so I was bent over the desk.

He wanted to take me from behind?

I really should stop being surprised.

He pushed inside, building that amazing sensation between my legs as he gripped me and slammed me back onto him.

“Call me Mr. Knight,” he demanded, thrusting harder.

“Mmm, yes, Mr. Knight,” I moaned. “More, more!”

My wall of self-control was thin, my voice upped by nearly two octaves.

The thrusting became too much for me to handle, and his moans and curses of pleasure made it even more unbearable.

I’d had him now.

Fifteen minutes of rough pleasure from the Mason Knight.

Much more than I had expected.

How had I managed to go without?