Mr. Masters (Mr. Series, #1)

by T.L. Swan

“Ask me anything,” he whispers darkly. “What?” I frown. “Go on. What do you want to know about me?” He raises a single brow. “Off the record, of course.” I bite my bottom lip to bite back my goofy smile. I like this game. “Okay.” I pause for a moment as I think. “Do you like your women wholesome and pure, or dirty and slutty?”

He sips his scotch and the air swirls between us. “I like the first to act like the latter… but only for me.”

I climb out of bed and make my way downstairs to open the front door. The front light is on, but she’s not there. I look around. Where is she? “Miss Brielle?” “Boo!” She springs out from around the corner, and I jump. “What the hell?” I cry.

“On these nights out, you can have my body, but you must know that my heart or my private home life isn’t up for negotiation. I will not discuss these nights at all with you in my home environment.

“I’m not here to romance you, Bree, I’m here to take my pleasure from your body.” He leans forward and takes my face in his hands. “And I’m going to fuck you so damn good, no man will ever compare.”

He chuckles, and the sound permeates through my bones. “Why don’t you tell her that you are pussy whipping her son, and he’s on the verge of needing sectioning because of his sexual addiction to you?” I smile. “Great idea.”