Mason lifted Oliver in his arms easily and walked directly to a private elevator. Abigail was left to follow. He didn’t speak or even look at her until they entered the penthouse suite.
“Open the door, please,” she did, and he walked inside the large room and took a right turn stopping at what she assumed was a bedroom door, “this one too.”
She complied again, and Mason walked in and deposited Ollie gently on the top of an enormous bed. The bedding had a freshly laundered smell and was a soft green color. He kissed his son’s head and tucked him in as if he’d been born to do just that.
Abigail kissed Oliver next then stepped back into the hall leaving Mason to follow. She walked to the living room area and tried to relax. It was a beautiful suite. Enormous and elegantly decorated.
From what she could see, it was a private two or three-bedroom suite. There were fresh-cut flowers on every table, a huge fruit basket, and a bottle of champagne on ice sat on the round, marble coffee table.
There was a huge picture window that overlooked the Atlantic Ocean and the many glittering lights of the boardwalk down below. People milled about in the soft, summer air of a night down the Jersey shore. It was barely ten, still early for most. Abby watched them from high above.
She exhaled slowly, rubbing her bare arms against some invisible chill. Somewhere in the crowds, there were happy couples in love, their beautiful children innocent and secure in their mommy’s and daddy’s everlasting affections. They’d never know the sadness of having their parents live apart. Poor Ollie.
This was her chance to do right by him. To give him the father he’d always needed. What about my secret, Abigail thought, what about Ollie’s secret? She couldn’t hide any longer.
“Can we talk?” Her body still tingled from their kisses or maybe it was the new awareness that came with it. She wasn’t a teenager anymore, but she sure reacted like one to Mason in the throes of passion.
“I’ve got a justice of the peace coming by in the morning. We’ll have the ceremony right there on the patio. Afterwards we can have lunch, take Ollie to the beach, then the Boardwalk. We can even take in a show if you like. The house will be ready by the time we get back.”
“Wait. You’re going so fast, Mason, we haven’t really talked. What do you mean the house will be ready?” Her attention was diverted by that one comment.
“David, my new administrative assistant, is having the place fixed and cleaned and seeing my stuff moved in. I own a one-bedroom condo, but that simply won’t work for the three of us. We’ll live at the house.”
“Mason, this isn’t going to work-”
Before she could finish the sentence, he was pressed against her. His hands were everywhere. She felt him tug the hem of her tank top and she reached up just as he pulled it off. She couldn’t have stopped him if she wanted to. Her body seemed to have a mind of its own, moving in time and readily responding to his every move.
He kissed her until she could hardly breathe. By the time he came up for air, she had no thoughts to stopping him. He licked a trail down her neck and across her collar bone until, finally, he reached her breasts. He bent his head and looked his fill. She felt wanton and beautiful under his scorching gaze.
“You’re fuller than before,” he breathed then suckled one tight bud in his mouth.
Abigail groaned aloud as he nuzzled and nipped her sensitized flesh. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to breath under the sensual assault of Mason’s mouth. He continued to lick and suck and pull with his lips and teeth and tongue.
All the while, he used his hands to remove her clothing. She felt him as he unbuttoned his shirt and brushed his chest across her abdomen. She heard him unbuckle his pants next and she shivered with anticipation at what was to come. It had been so long.
Abigail ran her hands over the soft smattering of chestnut hair that covered the broad expanse of muscles underneath the fine Italian fabric. His skin was tan and hot to her cold hands. She hissed in a breath when he pushed up against her.
“You’re so cold, Abigail. Here let me warm you,” he caught her in his arms and walked to the master bedroom.
He fell on the bed with her cradled securely in his embrace. Kissing her the entire time as he smoothed away his pants and briefs and the tiny swatch of lace she wore under her jeans. Skin to skin, Abigail sizzled with their first contact in a decade.
His hands skimmed her thighs and she giggled. She couldn’t help it, she felt ticklish and elated. Was this actually happening? He laughed to as he reached for her neck with his hands and kissed her face and lips.
All their youthful joy and playfulness at being together again soon gave way to passion. Mason growled deep in his throat, a sound Abigail couldn’t identify, but one that made her want to return the sentiment.
She let him part her knees and relished in the feel of his light beard as it rubbed against her thighs. His hot breath found her core and Abigail nearly jumped out of her skin when he nuzzled her most sensitive flesh with his lips, then his tongue.
“You taste like honey and roses, my sweet Abigail,” he groaned as he slowly circled her folds with his long, wicked tongue. Abigail reached for his hair pulling then pushing him closer as he continued to lick and suck. Finally, as if he knew just what she needed, he impaled her on his tongue. Abigail pushed against him and shouted his name as she felt pleasure unlike any she’d ever felt.
He waited for her to breathe normally before he sat up taking her with him. He reached for her and kissed her face, allowing her to taste herself in the process. It was erotic and raw, and she’d never felt anything more right as when he slid inside her. She was tight and wet, more than ready for him. He stretched her and filled her and together they moved until they both reached oblivion.
“You feel so good, Abby, like home. I’ve dreamed this so many times.”
“Me too.”
“You belong to me, sweet Abby. Mine, mine, mine, grrr.” his whispered words became a growl in her ear as he grew hard again.
He laid her down and followed with his body, thrusting his body deeper and deeper inside her. He was heavy, but his weight felt good.
She was stronger now. She reveled in the feel of him pressing her down into the soft mattress. Lightning sharp waves of pleasure raced up and down her spine as he lifted her hips and flexed harder and faster. She raked her nails down his back as pleasure, so intense it bordered on pain, spiked through her body.
Mason groaned in her ears as she grabbed hold of his buttocks and pushed up, meeting his every thrust. They ground into each other until they were both covered in a sheen of sweat. It was as if they’d lost no time at all.
Their mutual attraction was so deep it was almost instinctual. He knew where to touch, when to go harder, faster, and when to back off. She knew when to take control and when to relinquish it.
Waves of emotion crashed over her as he called her name and pushed heavily into her, spilling his hot seed deep inside the well of her body, making her whole again.
This was no frantic coupling in the cramped back seat of truck. Not that she would ever change that night, but now, they were spread out in a bed the size of an ocean. Free to take their time.
They came together in an all-consuming tide of pleasure. The rush of emotions that came with it left Abigail undone.
Joy, pleasure, relief, happiness, contentment, satisfaction, ease, and an underlying sadness that still, there was a lie between them.