All Chapters of One Night Stand With The Unforgettable Stranger: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

Mason was gone when Lisa woke. She stretched luxuriously, a smile on her face. Finally admitting, not only to herself but also to Mason, that she was in love with him had given her a peace that she hadn’t expected. For so many years she had thought that she didn’t want to fall in love, didn’t want someone to be in love with her. All her experiences with love had been painful and the last thing she wanted was for that pain to take up residence in her new life. But this was different. The love she felt for Mason was completely unexpected and nothing like what her past experiences had told her to expect from love. Love to her had always meant obligation and guilt and heaviness of burdens that she had to carry on the other’s behalf. This love, what she was experiencing now, was light and freeing and filled her with hope and joy. Cue the singing birds. Lisa giggled to herself as she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She looked down at the marks Mason had made on h

Jamie nodded and smiled again. She had a lot of teeth. Mason smiled in return and made his way through the cubicles until he reached the office door. He swung it open without knocking and Barry looked up, his eyebrows scrunched in a frown at the interruption until he saw who it was. He was on the phone, but he motioned Mason in, who closed the door behind him and then took a seat across the desk from his friend. Mason took the velvet box out of his pocket and flipped the lid open, marveling at how the solitaire diamond sparkled. He’d never really taken much notice of jewelry or diamonds, but the one he held in his hand had almost jumped out and bit him when he saw it. He could imagine it on Lisa’s finger, flashing as she typed away at her computer, glinting in the low light as he tied her hands to his bed, winking at other people as she tucked her arm through his elbow while they were out on a date. Huh. He’d never actually taken her out on a date. He should probably do that befor

He left the little velvet box at home. It wasn’t that he was having second thoughts, it was just that he knew he needed to be truthful with Lisa before he popped the question. Telling her about his past was going to be hard, probably the hardest thing he ever had to do and he needed to find the right moment to do it. He never talked about his past; only his four best friends knew the full truth and he was happy for it to stay that way. Every few years some enterprising young reporter would try and do a piece on him. He was a reclusive, eccentric billionaire game designer and they thought the public had a right to know who he was In Real Life. No one had yet managed to get his whole story and he refused to talk to the reporters even though they hounded him for days on end until the story lost its legs. He valued his privacy more than anything and was in no way inclined to share his past, his present, or his future with the media, besides the fact that it was painful to talk about. The

She watched as he dipped two fingers into his glass of wine. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from those two fingers as they moved, not to his mouth, but under the table. “Open your legs, poppet.” She hadn’t realized that she was squeezing her thighs together and at his command, she opened them. She held her breath, waiting for his touch and when it came, her eyes rolled back in her head. She felt the cool wine against her feverish lower lips as his fingers swirled through her folds and she couldn’t stop the soft mewl that she made. But his fingers didn’t stay there for long and her eyes snapped open and found his as he lifted his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them causing a flash of heat to spike through her like lightning.Mason tasted the wine and the unique flavor of Lisa on his fingers and groaned. It was intoxicating. He wanted to crawl under the table and taste her again. No, better yet, he wanted her stretched out on his bed while he dribbled wine on her and

Her throat hitched on a sob. “It’s…it’s me,” she took a breath and raised her face to the ceiling trying to quell the tears that had gathered in her eyes. With a bit of temper at herself for feeling so insecure, she spat out the words. “It’s my fat, Sir.” And then she closed her eyes in mortification. Mason didn’t answer and the drawn-out silence made her fear that she had turned him off or angered him and she was too afraid to open her eyes and see disappointment in his. The first touch of her finger made her jump and he shushed her with a quiet whisper. His finger traced the pillows of her skin, dipping against the rope and then rising over the small hills. Her skin shivered in response to his touch and her breathing calmed as a peace stole over her. “Sweet Lisa,” he murmured and she opened her eyes to see him fixated on her body and the patterns the rope had made. “Can you not see how beautiful you are?” His voice was reverent and the last of her anxiety melted away.