Page 61 of Stolen Moments

He gruffs a laugh and lifts my legs up to rest my ankles on his shoulders. “Who’s the boss, Emery?”

He opens the drawer below and pulls out a condom, tearing it open and rolling it down his shaft. I watch as he notches his cockhead at my entrance.

“Answer me. Who’s the boss, Emery?”

A stronger woman would fight him on it. But staring into his smoldering hazel-green eyes, I’ve been brought to my knees by him and his magical cock.

“You’re the boss, Mason. Now, fuck me already.”

Mason slams deep inside me in one thrust. I’m so wet from the orgasm he gave me that my pussy opens for him, wrapping around him like a glove.

His fingers grip my neck as he tilts my head back. “Say it again.”

I grip his forearm for leverage as he pounds into me. I lift my hips meeting him thrust for thrust, allowing him deeper access to me. To everything.

“You. You’re the boss,” I pant. “My boss.”

Mason drops my legs to his side as he threads his fingers through the hair at the base of my neck and pulls me up to a sitting position. He slams his mouth over mine in a searing kiss. Bringing his other hand between us, he rubs circles over my clit. My arms and legs wrap around him as he picks up his pace. My body shutters as my orgasm builds.

“That’s it, Em. Come on my cock. Show the boss who owns this pussy.”

His words set me off, and my orgasm hits me like a freight train of serotonin to my system. Pure euphoria slides through me as I cry out his name.

His cock swells as his pumps become erratic and he follows me over the edge, coming deep inside the condom with an animalistic grunt.

Dopamine spreads over me like a warm blanket as I come down from the high of my orgasm. A high I have become addicted to. A high only Mason can deliver. I fall limp in his arms, resting my head on his shoulder, our bodies heaving in time as we catch our breaths.

“I think I’m thirsty now,” I whisper, kissing his shoulder.

He throws his head back and laughs. “Here.”

Mason hands me the water from before as he slips out from between my legs. I watch as he ties off the condom and throws it away, reminding me of something.

“Why are there condoms in the kitchen drawer?”

He looks at me, a serious expression on his face. “There are condoms everywhere. My brother thinks it’s funny. It’s a long story, but Eli has taken it upon himself to make sure we are all stocked up. It used to irritate me, but after today, I might have to thank him.”

“That’s pretty funny.” I chuckle.

But he doesn’t laugh. The face he makes sobers me up.

“I’m guessing it’s more than just a long story?”

“You can say that. It’s complicated. But a lot of heartache could have been prevented if people were more honest with each other.”

I swallow down the lump forming in my throat as he wraps my legs around his waist.

“Promise me. If there’s a problem or something’s going on … you will talk to me. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, tears clouding my eyes as I lie to the man I’ve fallen in love with.

Fuck. I love him.

A pit forms in my stomach, and I know I should tell him now. I’m so close to everything being over that I don’t want him to get involved. It will make things harder for me to walk away. I just need to protect him a little longer. Mason’s not the only person that will be hurt by what I’ve been doing.

I have Chris to think about. He’s the one I’m more worried about. Everything I’ve done was for him. To help him. I can’t break my promise to protect him, not yet. I need a little more time and for everything to fall into place.

I push my thoughts and worries down like I always do, and focus on now. These wonderfully sweet and stolen moments I’ve been able to carve out with the man I’ve come to love.

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