Scarlett
A week on Dubai and I feel exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time.
I swear Mason is turning into a sex machine.
This week he hasn't done any business, so we walk around looking at the huge buildings, go to the beach, spend time at the indoor pool the hotel has with an beautiful view to Dubai, and sex.
A lot of it.
We're arriving now to the hotel, coming from the beach where Mason almost snapped my neck with jealousy of the others eyes on me.
If he can have that six pack with amazing tattoos on show, I can have my body with a white bikini on show too.
Therefore I'm only with sport shirts and he's with his black swim shorts.
Our towels are around our necks, fingers interlaced, as the doors open for us. The guards nods in acknowledge, and the lady at the balcony flirtatious smiles at Mason, looking him up and down.
I know they fucked, I can see her eyes shine.
Too bad he's my man. Poor girl.
He kisses my hair like he knows what I'm thinking, and I jab his side making him take a step to the side with a grunt.
"Stop it, idiot." He gives me a look but I just narrow my eyes, silently telling him that I know he fucked the ginger hair behind the balcon.
He rolls his handsome eyes, smirking.
If he's enjoying, I'm not. Not at all.
The ride to our suite is made in silence, his thumb brushing against the back of my hand from times to times.
It feels nice.
When he opens the door he lets me pass, and I drop the towel on our balcony, just to dry it out.
"I need a shower, my hair is all salty." I frown, grabbing a strand.
And it's also with sand because Mason can't keep hands to himself so we ended up playfully fighting on the sand.
Asshole.
"Same." He shakes his hair making a few of it fall. I snort when his ear stays with it, and clean it for him.
Grabbing my hand, he leads us to the bathroom.
Guess we're showering together, then. It's almost a routine honestly, it's few the times I shower alone.
As we take our clothes off we cringe seeing the floor full of sand.
Oops?
Mason enters the shower cubicle, turning on the water as I put the clothes on a bin for the laundry.
I sigh when the warm water hits my chest.
He always puts the water on the perfect temperature. Not too hot but not cold either.
I soak my whole body taking most of the salt and sand out of my hair, as Mason washes his hair, and puts shampoo in his hand, dropping it on my hair after.
He says he likes to wash my hair for me. I don't mind, it feels good.
His fingers massage my head gently, causing the shampoo to reach all parts of my hair.
I can feel my shoulders against his smooth chest, as my eyes close.
"You're moaning like I'm fucking you, Scarlett." His lips brush my ear, making me bite my lip.
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Romance¦ mafia ¦ "I couldn't give you shit Mason, I was a fucking mess, I would end up ruining us both!" I yell, looking up at his black eyes, my chest raising up and down. "I don't care! I-" He interrupts himself, his tongue on the side of his cheek as...
