Love Meets You (part 1)

6.

* Bentley *

Bentley wanted to strike Kyrell when the cocky fucker ignored him, typing away on his phone instead of doing his job. He stared at the monitors in front of him and yawned.

"Has Clover contacted you?"

He grinned, "Just now actually. How can I put this? She's delightful, but might be hard to crack. It could take months."

Bentley rocked back in the chair, "Do not concern yourself with details. You are the muscles, not the brains of this operation. The problem is Mason. If you snatch her, he'll wonder if I’m involved. He’s probably f****d her by now." The thought made his blood boil.

He nodded, "I would have too if you didn’t put a stop to it. What was the issue anyway?”

“You. Touching what’s mine.”

“Okay...” Kyrell paused and Bentley ground his teeth, “Clover’s older than customers prefer at twenty-five. Do you think she's worth it?”

Bentley gave him a withering look, "I. Want. Her. Keep trying to meet. The sooner the better before the asshole becomes attached. If she’s not here by the end of the week, you’ll find yourself one finger short."

"Understood. If Mason likes her why risk the fallout?" Kyrell continued arguing, "I don't like it."

Bentley stood and left the room, sick of Kyrell’s attitude. He went downstairs to where a beautiful redhead sat crying on a cot, blue eyes wide in terror, watching him approach. Sometimes he imagined he was approaching wild animals when they reacted this way.

"You’re safe here, Reese," he cooed, "Relax, pet."

She sniffed back snot with a pathetic expression on her face, "Please sir, I'll be good. I promise."

He smirked, running a soothing hand across the top of her greasy hair. She’d behave because Kyrell hadn’t allowed the girl to doze more than a few minutes in days.

His Sweets would all be good, and he'd give them to good men.

Not men such as himself.

He couldn't wait to break Clover. To hold her sniveling body close as he became her entire world.

“Sir, I’m so tired,” Reese whispered, “I need rest!”

“Are you asking or telling me you will sleep?”

She shuddered, “Neither. Forget it.”

He tutted, “Too late. On your knees.”

This redhead was lucky she didn't have jade eyes.

* Mason *

Mason knew Bentley was up to something when the man went MIA on Saturday, so kept an eye on Clover at work. Not that it was a chore with how he couldn’t go an hour before calling her into his office. He tried to stay professional but come Wednesday, had her bent over his desk after making sure the floor was empty.

He snapped her panties clean off, shoving her cheek against the sleek polished wood, warning, "I'm going to f**k you hard. Hold on, beautiful."

Her juicy globes wiggled for him as he pulled on a condom. He swept up her juices and licked them off his fingers with a low hum. So good. Parting her folds, he slipped into her heat, hearing her cute whimper.

"Shh," he whispered harshly, "Or I'll gag you with my tie."

"Mason!" she cried out when he slapped her round ass.

Every time he touched her, it became harder to resist temptation. He inhaled her faint scent of vanilla and pounded into her without restraint. She was perfect. He spanked her ass a few more times before working her c**t until she spasmed all around him like her p***y was trying to keep his d**k hostage. He unloaded so hard stars burst behind his eyelids.

"Mason," Clover said as he tossed away the condom in a wad of Kleenex so the cleaning crew wouldn't be disgusted, "What are we doing? I mean, is this just s*x between us?"

Shit, this already? She was a good girl who deserved more, but did he want another man f*****g that tight p***y? Her unique jade eyes gleamed hopefully, making him squirm with indecision.

"Yes," he lied, "Is that okay?"

She shook her head, a halo of red falling softly around her stern face, "No. You're my boss. I'm sorry."

Then Clover walked out without looking back, leaving him alone in his office feeling like an i***t.

* Clover *

"You did the right thing, Clover. I mean, if you want more, take it. Never settle," Aurora told her the next night at the bar, "How was Mason today?"

She downed her drink then snorted, "Professional as usual. We work seamlessly, which is great, but I miss flirting. We could be happy together, but I won’t be his dirty secret. At least my dry spell is over, right?"

"Good attitude!" Aurora grinned, flipping her brunette hair off of her shoulders, “That doesn’t explain the dark circles under your eyes.”

She flinched, “Bad dreams.”

Her friend’s face fell, “I thought those nights were behind you. What triggered them?”

Senior year of high school Clover had dated a boy named Dan, and when they graduated started TCU together. It wasn’t long before he began cheating, and when she confronted him, he beat the s**t out of her. Not just once either, since he had a way of manipulating her into believing she deserved rough treatment. He broke her arm during their second semester, and Aurora vowed to have him arrested if she didn’t. She pressed charges and dropped out of college. Dan never contacted her again, but the relationship haunted her throughout the years.

The confusing emotions Mason stirred may have prompted the nightmares, but she wouldn’t tell Aurora that. She’d press her to quit, and she wasn’t sure if what she felt for him was simply a crush or something deeper. He made her days brighter and although he said their relationship was purely physical, she noticed the way he deflated each time she left the room.

Clover’s phone chimed with a message from Kyrell. He'd been texting nonstop since Saturday, wanting to meet for drinks, see a movie or go to dinner. Was it too soon after Mason to date Kyrell? Maybe it would do her good?

"I have to leave," Aurora gave her a quick hug, "Work. Call me tomorrow and we'll troll for Friday dick."

Clover waved goodbye and ordered another lemon drop. She stared at her phone on the table. No, she did not want Kyrell. Mason still invaded her thoughts, and like a bad penny, there he was, hovering over her.

"Clover," Mason growled her name, “Found you.”

She blinked in surprise, "What are you doing here, Mr. Thistle?"

He frowned at her formal greeting, "Looking for you. Can we talk at your place?"

What the hell? She crossed her arms, "You may think you know me, but you don't. I had fun, but you're my boss."

"Then do what I say," he snatched her hand, yanking until she stood, "We need to have a private discussion."

She glared at his stupidly handsome face, all sorts of turned on by his dominating behavior, "Fine. Follow me."

In the car, she cursed herself up and down for backing down when Mason obviously couldn’t decide what he wanted. Did he think it was okay to play with her emotions because he had wealth? Dan had put through the wringer and refused to bow to another asshole.

She tried for a prissy attitude as she let Mason inside her apartment, slamming the door closed, "You’re lucky I’m a forgiving woman. What's so important?"

He huffed a frustrated breath, "I lied, Clover. I have feelings for you and I shouldn't."

Her heart raced. This was good news, right? Then why did he look so sad? Oh crap, was he one of those men who saw himself with a Plastic?

"Why shouldn't you?" she asked softly, running her hands through her hair nervously, "Is it because you're rich?"

He snorted, then pulled her close. She inhaled his familiar scent as he pecked her lightly on the mouth, his palms sliding down to her hips.

"I don't care about that or work," he sighed, "You are in danger."

Her head snapped up, "What? Why? How?"

His hold firmed, "I can't explain all of it, but I need you to trust me. Can you, Clover? Have I ever given you a reason not to?"

"No, I guess not. But how am I in trouble?"

Instead of answering, he kissed her hard, pushing her down on the sofa. Rational thoughts scattered when he forced her legs apart with his wide thighs and rubbed his thick c**k against her center.

"I missed you," he groaned, nipping her neck, "Tell me you want me."

"I want you, Mason."

He tugged open her blouse and ran a heavy hand over her lace-covered breast, "No more dating sites. I will take care of you now, sweetheart."

Mason stripped, and she licked his muscular body at each revelation. He was truly a beautiful man. He carried her into the bedroom with a firm grip on her ass like she weighed nothing. After pressing her into the mattress, he fell on top of her with a possessing kiss. They were all hands and lips before he flipped her onto her stomach, plunging deep.

She realized he hadn't put on a condom, protesting until he shoved her down, cooing, "You’re safe with me."

Moaning as Mason kissed her shoulders, she shivered when he ran his warm fingers down her spine before slapping her thighs together, driving into her warmth. She gasped in pleasure, meeting his thrust.

"Come for me, Clover. Come on my d**k," he growled behind her with uncontrolled breaths.

"f**k Mason!" she screamed, the orgasm taking all her remaining strength to remain upright.

"I’m not through with you, baby."

He flipped her again, raising both legs until her knees hit her chest, "Such beautiful breast," his honey eyes were feral, "Touch them."

Clover pinched her n*****s, the sensation traveling straight to her overworked p***y. He bottomed out inside her, eyes glued to where they met in sloppy thrusts.

"I'm going to come all over those big t**s," he grunted.

She reached down and rubbed her c**t, keening as he wrung another orgasm from her, "Come on me, Mason. Mark me."

"s**t, yes!" he pulled out and jerked his c**k. Thick ropes of c*m splattered over her stomach and breast. She touched it, bringing it up to her mouth as he watched with a satisfied smirk. She licked it all up, and he collapsed beside her, muttering something about too good to be true.

"That was amazing," she whispered.

"You're amazing," he drew her close, running her hair through his fingers, "Listen to me. Stay away from Bentley."

She met his serious gaze, "Why?"

He turned until they faced each other, "He's behaving oddly. Has he flirted with you?"

She shrugged, "Yes, and we’ve run into each other a few times. You said I was in danger. Do you really think Bentley will hurt me because he seems harmless?"

Mason took a moment to answer, his jaw clenched. “I've known him to mistreat women. I should have ended our friendship a long time ago, but it’s hard to keep friends in my line of business. Tell me immediately if he approaches you, okay?”

She nodded, confused by Mason’s troubled expression, and wanted to assure him, "Of course. I only see him at your office."

He rested against the headboard, "Will you deactivate Love Meets You, Clover?"

She scoffed, "Why? I mean, are we dating?"

"Do you need it in writing?" he snarled, "I'll put out a press release tomorrow if that's what you want! Delete those stupid hookup applications and be mine."

She yanked up the sheet, heart fluttering wildly, "Wow, are you sure?"

He cupped her cheeks in his large hands, his dark bronze eyes holding her green ones, "Very. Can you do as I ask?"

A giddy smile broke across her face after trying to act unaffected, "Fine. I don’t want my boyfriend to be jealous. You know how to string a girl along."

He kissed her then pulled her down until they were both snuggled comfortably under the blankets, "It wasn’t my intention. I have a jealous streak, but who can compete with me?"

She slapped his chest, and he laughed, “I have a list around here somewhere.”

“What?” he tickled her side until she begged for mercy, “Take it back!”

“No one measures up to Mason Thistle,” she purred, “and me?”

“Perfection,” he grinned, “I’m beat, let’s get some rest.”

Clover now had a billionaire boyfriend. She hugged him tightly as they relaxed, working her fingertips through his thick strands. They fit together, she mused when he tucked her head under his chin before falling asleep.

If she wasn't careful Mason could steal her heart.