Hollywood Bad Boys Club: Book 2: Mason by Alexis Adaire Read Free Book Online

will we wager?” I’m aware that this conversation is making me horny.
    Turning toward me again, Claire says, “I already know what I want: When I win, you literally have to grovel at my feet. Massage them, wash them, kiss them.” She pauses. “Right after you give me a million dollars.”
    Wow. That’s a huge chunk of change. I know two things she doesn’t seem to know, though: Mason Stark doesn’t grovel for anyone, and there’s absolutely no fucking way she can win this bet because I hold all the cards.
    “I accept,” I say. “And when I win…”
    I lean in and lock eyes with her.
    “… you will take a week of vacation and spend it as my live-in sex slave.”
    To my astonishment, Claire doesn’t flinch. I said it as a joke, knowing there’s no way she would take such an outrageous bet. I had expected my wager to bring the idea of a bet to a screeching halt. Instead, Claire continues to look me in the eyes and I realize she’s actually thinking it over. Her poker face is exceptional and my pulse quickens with every passing second.
    “And no Clintonesque definitions,” I say, clarifying my terms. “I’m talking actual sex. Anything I request of you, within reason. Willingly, with one-hundred per cent effort put into it.”
    Claire’s chest is still rising and falling. Those beautiful lips are slightly parted as she considers the wager, then she extends a hand to me.
    “It’s a bet,” she says. As we shake on it, the feeling of our flesh touching and the thought of this hot woman naked and at my beck and call for a week sends blood rushing to my cock. It’s all that I can do to keep from getting a full-on boner right then and there.
    Half an hour later I screech to a stop in my driveway. Entering my home, I go immediately to the bedroom, strip, and grab the lube from the drawer of my nightstand. Then I lie on the bed and stroke my hard-on as I fantasize about the prize that awaits me. It doesn’t take long before I’ve made a total mess of my chest and belly.

6
    Claire
    I fidget while waiting for the valet to bring my car around. Mason has just sped away and I’m feeling very confused.
    Despite knowing this confrontation was going to happen at some point, I’m a little surprised because it was not at all what I expected. Especially those last few moments.
    I practically despise Mason Stark, yet I’m attracted to him sexually? What the fuck is wrong with me?
    I try to reassure myself. Maybe it was the excitement of the bet. Maybe it was the two drinks.
    Or maybe it’s just been too long since I got laid. Yeah, that’s got to be it.
    I pull out my phone and fire off a text.
    Okay, you win. Meet me at my place in 30 mins.
    The reply comes quickly.
    You serious?
    I send him a simple “yes” and in return I get:
    Told you! LOL
    Jesus, really?
    Don’t gloat. Just get over here and fuck me.
    As the driver pulls up with my car, I get a final text.
    I’ll be right there.
    I rush home to quickly freshen up and change clothes. But what does one wear for something like this?
    Bobby Landau and I have gone out several times, and I had high hopes at first. He’s an entertainment attorney and pretty easy on the eyes. He’s not tall at five-foot-eight, but I’m only five-four myself. I prefer my men taller, but Bobby is smart and successful and when he asked me out a few months back, I happily agreed.
    The first date was above average, but not earth-shattering. Dinner, then drinks at a jazz club. He kissed me in the club’s parking lot, and that kiss was promising, but then he made the mistake of trying to impress me with his sense of humor on the drive home. He’s far too goofy for my taste, and when he kissed me a second time in my driveway, I just wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t invite him up, but we agreed to go out again.
    On the next two dates, I also declined to get more physical, then actually had to flat out state that I liked him but didn’t want to sleep with him. Bobby’s fun to be