Page 17 of Massive Size Mountain Man
“But surely, as CEO you don’t feel compelled to respond to everything.”
“No, I don’t, and it would be impractical,” he acknowledges. “But there’s a lot of shit that does require my attention, and it builds up. I can’t get away from it forever, but at least being here gives me a bit of respite.”
Then, he reaches forward and pulls me into his lap. “Okay, enough about my jobs because that shit is boring. What I want is more of this curvy body to sate my appetite,” he growls in my ear. “Are you done with breakfast? Ready for another round, sweetheart?”
Of course, there’s only one right answer, and soon, we’re in the bedroom again with Liam’s massive horse cock buried tight in my wet pussy as we moan with pleasure. It feels so good and I can’t think coherently while we’re making love. But in the back of my mind, my brain’s whirling with what ifs, and what could bes? After all, Liam Carrington is a catch and any woman would be ecstatic to be seen on his arm. Then again, I’m a nobody. I’m Plain Jane Avalon Leigh, who works as a barista, scrimping to make ends meet. Why would a trillionaire want me? Still, the high hopes make me giddy with wishfulness and desire … and it’s not a crime to dream big, just like Liam’s taught me.
7
Avalon
I frown and sigh with exasperation. I just got a text from Liam that says he’s not going to be home for dinner tonight. Again.
I’m disappointed, and yet I know I shouldn’t be because life has already thrown me so many curveballs that the unexpected has become expected. Yet I still feel let down at his absence because I want to be with my man. I want us to share a meal together and spend time chatting about everything and nothing, shooting each other special glances along the way before retiring to the master bedroom upstairs for night of sexy hijinks.
After all, I’m no longer an impoverished barista scraping by. Instead, after the rendezvous at the cabin, my liaison with Liam continued. After returning to St. Cloud, I was breathless with excitement for a few days, hoping that the billionaire would contact me. But of course he didn’t, and disappointed, I fell into a slump. Except during my Thursday shift, a text from an unknown number came through.
Hi sweetheart, it read.
I stared, puzzled, and then slipped my phone back in my pocket because I don’t generally answer texts or calls from random numbers. But then my cell buzzed again.
It’s Liam, the next message read. I got your number from Sweet Lies, so I hope you don’t mind. Would you be open to dinner sometime? I miss you and our time together. As an incentive, I can make sure my chef prepares those special blue eggs and the purple Japanese yams we discussed.
My heart leapt as I stared at my screen with wonder. Was I really being asked out by a handsome, charismatic trillionaire? Was Liam seeking to extend our rendezvous? I texted back immediately.
Sure, I’d love to try the blue eggs. It’s all about the creamy yolk that gives it flavor, right? I wrote cheekily.
Liam’s response was immediate.
I’ll give you some creamy yolk to swallow, baby girl. As much of it as you want.
Then, we were off. I went over to his mansion that very night, and we didn’t even bother to eat the delicious meal his chef prepared. Instead, we went straight up the master suite, and Liam claimed me over and over again. It was heavenly, and as usual, I was dripping with his seed for hours afterwards, my curves flushed and sated.
But he didn’t let me go to work the next day.
“What are you talking about?” I laughed while struggling into my jeans. “Of course I’m going to café. It’s my job! I can’t just not show up unless I want to be fired.”
Liam shrugged.
“Get fired then. It’s no big deal.”
I stared at him.
“Liam, this is how I make money. How am I going to pay my rent, much less put food on the table? I can’t just ‘get fired.’”
The alpha male shrugged casually.
“How much is your rent? I’m happy to pay it, baby girl, and to cover any expenses you have. You know I’m rolling in dough, so it’s not a problem. Just let me know the amount.”
I gaped at him.
“Liam, we barely know each other. I can’t have you funding my life!”
The handsome man shrugged again.
“Why not?”
I sputtered at his ridiculous question.
