Page 94 of Gin and Lava

“You had my cock already,” he chides. “You had dessert first, Naomi, and now you have to work.”

“Are you serious?”

“I never joke about my cock.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Okay, then I never joke about business.”

“That seems highly unlikely.”

“Stop fighting it, Tate. I’m leaving—with my cock—so you can focus. Got it?” He rolls off me and stands up. I prop myself onto my elbows and stare at him—and his cock—which is getting hard again.

“I think your cock feels differently,” I counter, nodding to the evidence.

“Well, as much as you’d like to believe I think with my cock all the time—and sure, ninety-eight percent of the time I do—but I already got fucked perfectly by you tonight.” Mason finds his clothes by my massage table. “That other two percent is for business, andyourbusiness needsyourattention.”

Mason pulls on his boxers and slacks.

“What if I never have sex with you again?” I threaten.

“Threatening to never fuck me while you’re begging to fuck me isn’t working the way you think it is, Princess.”

Mason pulls on his shirt and starts buttoning. He’s really leaving.

“Well—” I frown. “What would I even do? How am I supposed to work on my business when there is no business?”

“Daydream, Princess,” Mason replies, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Only make it concrete. You’re probably like every other chick in the world who lady-comes for Pinterest, so make a vision board. Or make several: your ideal client, what your shop would look like, pin photos of marketing and style shoots you like.”

“Oh,” I tilt my head to the side and glance over at my laptop on my work bench. “That’s easy.”

“Yes,” Mason nods, pulling up his rideshare app and typing. “That’s the point I’ve been making.”

“Do I get a reward for doing this homework?” I ask, giving him a sly smile.

Mason walks over and bends down to me on the floor, sliding a hand over my tit and thrumming the nipple. “You want to sit on my face as a reward for making a Pinterest board, Princess? You got it.”

“What if I want your cock?”

Mason growls, and squeezes my nipple hard. I gasp at the pain, only the aftershock makes my pussy thrum, leaving me moaning. Mason smiles at my slacked jaw like he’s going to save that little tidbit of candy for later.

“How about this,” he offers. “You can have one orgasm for every Pinterest board you make—whether that’s on my cock or my face, or if you want to fuck yourself on your vibrator while you let me watch—it’ll be ladies’ choice.”

“You know my vibrator doesn’t satisfy me,” I point out with a low growl.

“Well, you haven’t tried it while I was watching you, have you?”

I bite back a moan.

Mason drops his lips to my ear. “One orgasm for each board, Princess. And if you want a cock and vibrator combo, you know I’m game for that.”

“Why do I feel like I’m in a porno every time I’m around you?” I chide, but Mason smiles like I’m puffing up his pride.

“Porn’s the best teacher there is. We’ve been over this.” He flicks my nipple once more and stands up. “And I want fifty pins on each of those boards for it to count. Got it?”

“Fifty pins?” I gripe.

“Research, Tate! And come on, you can click, click, click fifty pins to a board faster than I can masturbate.”

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