Connie Mason Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“Just thinking.” “If you need time off…” “I’m fine,” I interrupted, then softened. “Really.” He nodded, respecting the boundary. Later that day, Mason called. “Meet me tonight,” he said quietly. “I need to talk to you.” We met in the garden behind the mansion, away from listening ears. The night air was cool. “She’s watching,” he said immediately. “Rosa.” “I know,” I replied. “She asked about Chris.” His jaw tightened. “She’s looking for leverage.”

Pete walked in with a glass of milk and placed it on her desk. “Connie, drink some milk. Dave’s just angry. Once he cools down, he’ll definitely come back!” Connie took a sip of the milk. She glanced at Pete as her thoughts drifted. Pete was a handsome young man. He was a sweet-talker too. When she was with him, she felt as though she were young again. She enjoyed the feeling of being pursued and sweet-talked to.

Rosanna was Simon’s wife and this would be their first child so the future of the interpreting service would be especially important now. ‘Why didn’t you say so at the beginning?’ she demanded, then her gaze softened and she beamed at him. ‘Oh, Simon, that’s wonderful news!’ Once in the car, some of the difficulties associated with this mission came back to her, however. ‘How am I going to explain the way I’m dressed?’ Simon glanced at her. ‘Tell ‘em the truth. You’ve just arrived back from a skiing holiday. We’ll be dealing with a Margaret Winston, by the way. She’s Max Goodwin’s principal private secretary.’

“Yes!” “Yes?” Kirk smiled as he looked at Mason. “I mean … cool.” Kelley couldn’t stop laughing and Kirk took a step towards Mason and he took one backwards. “I’m just kidding, Mase, you are pretty, maybe too pretty for me.” “Ah you like them shorter and maybe leaner … like Connor.” “I’m very happy with Jeannie, thank you.” Kelley stood up from the sofa again and slapped Kirk on the back. “Lee doesn’t cuddle, Connor does. Mason likes to dry hump things and I don’t do any of the above.”

Raven laughed. “See you tomorrow...” When Raven was slipping her shoes off inside her front door, she found herself comparing the kiss to the ones she had with Mason. Those kisses had always been electric, filled with intensity, and her heart would always beat faster than usual. But with Brian, it was different. They were sweet, with a reserved type of passion. It had made her want him, but not in the same way. It was simple. But maybe simple was what she needed. ~~~~ Mason and Candice returned to his penthouse after their uncomfortable date. As they stepped inside, Candice pulled him close, crashing her lips against his. But Mason pulled back.

"It's immature." The table groaned. Connor pointed at me. "See? This is why you're suffering." "I'm suffering because Kevin won't leave her alone." "No." Connor smirked. "You're suffering because you're acting like a boyfriend." I blinked. "What the hell does that even mean?" "It means stop caring so much." I stared. Then laughed. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." “That’s how women are, bro,” Mason said with a smirk. “They’re never loyal. You give them too much attention and they start looking for the next best thing.”

I sighed. “He hates you because of a girl you dated in high school? That sounds super childish.” Reese scoffed. “Well, Connie is his wife these days. They got together in college a couple of years after we broke up. So he’s never let it go that I fucked her first. And has never trusted us alone. Like somehow a high school romance will rekindle.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh snap. Are you attracted to Connie, or are you flirty around her?” Reese inquired.

Connie jokingly promises to ease off towards the end of the week so I can conserve my strength. Connie and I sleep together every night and on weekends I sleep sandwiched between these two insatiable goddesses. Every once in a while, Connie again demonstrates the intuitiveness that made her push Karla and I together, by leaving us alone for an evening. On those evenings when it's just the two of us, our incestuous coupling builds slowly over several hours. From a slow burn, it gains momentum driving us into a frenzied, manic, crescendo that leaves us depleted, totally consumed by our unique, unconventional love.

"So something casual would probably be the way to go. You don't want to seem like you're trying too hard." "And how do you know all this sir? You're sixteen!" "I read a lot of romance novels!" Mason said, laughing. "And I watch a lot of movies. I'm very much a hopeless romantic. I'm like a human embodiment of a romcom. Just ask all my friends." "Yeah, okay." May said, joining in the laughter. "I believe you. You're such a hopeless romantic that you're probably writing your own romcom about yourself." "I'll make you the leading lady, of course." Mason said. "So I'll need you to look beautiful but not overly done. Perhaps something that shows off your natural beauty.

Never did; never would. My eyes searched the crowd for the daughter of the man who had succeeded in protecting his family. Autumn Michelle Corbin. It was then that I saw her and all thoughts of my half-brother Byron crumbled into dust. She was stunning. Her ivory skin. Her raven hair. Lush, plump lips. And those hazel eyes. She hid behind rows of people, leaning against a tree. I couldn’t see all of her, but I could see she wasn’t crying, nor pretending to be distressed. She was here just for Branka. Though I was surprised her parents let her come.