Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 204(@200wpm)___ 163(@250wpm)___ 136(@300wpm)
Holding out his arms, he glanced around his office. “This. The big office, the fancy job title. The eighty-hour-a-week job that I’m a slave to. This!”
I followed his gaze and looked around the office. “You’ve worked hard to get here, Mason.”
He folded his arms over his massive chest and leaned against the windowsill. “Let me ask you something, Saylor. Why did you leave this exact position in Seattle to take another position that you’re clearly overqualified for? And don’t tell me it was because you were running from the old boyfriend.”
“How do you know about Ron?”
A sexy smirk grew from each corner of Mason’s mouth. “I did my homework on you.”
“I’d say,” I replied with a sexy smirk of my own. “Part of it was me running away. It was easier to leave than to face it all. Plus, I was tired of the eighty-hour work weeks. I decided I was going to start enjoying my life and living it to the fullest. I couldn’t do that if I was the boss. And then you reached out at the right time.”
He nodded. “Do you ever see yourself walking away from all of this?” Again, he lifted his hands and motioned around the room.
Pulling my lower lip between my teeth, I thought about his question. It wasn’t lost on me how his eyes darted down to my mouth.
“If something better came along. Yes.”
“Something better?” He pushed off the windowsill.
I swallowed hard and took a step back as he drew closer to me.
“Such as?” he asked in a whispered voice.
“Love,” I answered honestly.
Mason stopped in front of me and searched my face. “Love?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“You can’t work and have love at the same time?”
“I could, yes. But if I ever met a man who I feel in love with and we decided to have children, I wouldn’t want to be a working mother. I want to give my husband and kids the life I had growing up. I loved that my mother was home when I got out of school. Or how she’d greet my father at the door each night with a kiss. I love my career, but it isn’t my dream.”
He brought his hand up and ran a piece of my blonde hair through his fingers. “You have to know that any man who wins your heart is going to be the luckiest son of a bitch ever.”
My breathing picked up and I attempted to slow it down. The pounding in my chest made it hard to think.
“I don’t think I’m all that special,” I finally managed to say in a soft voice.
Mason shook his head. “From the moment you ran into me down in the lobby, my entire world has turned upside down. I can’t stop thinking about you. Dreaming of what it would be like to wake up each morning with you in my arms. What your body would feel like under mine as I slowly made love to you.”
My eyes widened in shock, and it took a moment to realize I was holding my breath. I drew in a slow, deep breath.
“Saylor Night, you’ve managed to capture my heart with a single smile. And one hot tea spilled all over my expensive-ass suit. Which, by the way, you never did pay to have cleaned.”
I covered my mouth and let out a sob-giggle. My eyes filled with tears as I stared into his golden brown eyes.
“M-Mason. This is crazy.”
He smiled the most breathtaking smile I’d ever seen. I dropped my hands to my sides as he looked deep into my eyes and slowly shook his head, his hands gently cradling my face.
“No, Saylor. I think this is love.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
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Mason
A SINGLE TEAR slowly made a path down Saylor’s cheek. I gently wiped it away with my thumb as I leaned in closer and brushed my lips across hers. My heart was surely going to beat straight out of my chest.
Closing her eyes, Saylor simply whispered my name. “Mason.”
I couldn’t wait a second longer. I pressed my lips to hers as goosebumps erupted over my body. I’d never in my life experienced such a feeling from a single kiss.
I ran my tongue over her lip, causing her to open to me. The taste of her was enough to drive me insane. I needed more. We both moaned into each other’s mouths as our tongues found the perfect rhythm. When her hands came up and grabbed onto my arms, I knew she felt it too.
Earth. Fucking. Shattering.
One kiss. What in the hell would making love to her be like?
Pulling back, I looked into her eyes. “We’re taking the rest of the day off.”
She laughed. “It’s only three. You don’t want to work for another few hours?”
My expression turned to one of utter confusion. “Work or make love to you? I think I pick option two.”