Page 111 of Between Regrets and Promises

Okay, I moved some things around tomorrow and can go. Pick me up at 5:45?

Caleb

I’ll be there.

Sophie

Great, see you then!

Caleb

Thank you, Sophie. You don’t know how much this means to me.

Sophie

Of course. You’re welcome.

We’re halfway through another episode, cuddled on the couch when Mason furrows his brows.

“What?” I ask.

“Didn’t Caleb say they would be married seven years this fall? So wouldn’t their anniversary be at least a couple of months away?” he ponders, and I rack my brain, remembering when he mentioned that during Mason and Liam’s interrogation.

“Hmm…yeah. Maybe he meant this week was their dating anniversary or something. He wasn’t specific, so I’m not sure.”

“Do couples keep track of their dating anniversary?” he inquires with a knowing smirk.

“Yeah, I think most do. How else do you know when to celebrate another year together?”

Mason brings me closer. “So when is ours?”

“Well, I don’t think we can use the date of the first time we had sex, so…” I taunt, chuckling. “I guess, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? That’s when we’ll be official?” He grins with a nod. “Which means I have one more night of freedom. I better go meet up with Liam and make it worthwhile!”

I elbow him in the gut, making him groan. “You’re funny.” Rolling my eyes, I continue, “But if that’s the case, then I better go out too. One last hurrah in the bar bathroom with a random guy.”

Pushing myself off the couch, Mason’s hand grips my wrist, then pulls me down on his lap. “Sit your pretty little ass down, woman. If there’s a second round of bar bathroom sex, it’s gonna be with me. Got it?” he says in my ear, sending shivers up my spine.

“Is that so? Think you can handle another round?” I look over my shoulder, wiggling my ass against his noticeable erection.

“Jesus Christ, you gotta stop doing that,” he warns, wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me still. “I’m trying to beniceand keep our agreement of not rushing things, but you make it nearly impossible.”

“You lasted years. I think you can last a few weeks…”

“I barely made it through last night,” he growls, arching his hips so I can feel how hard he is, and I release a throaty moan remembering how good he felt inside me.

“Thinking about all the ways I wanted to take you, how badly I want to hear you scream my name, how desperate I am to feel you come around my cock. It took all the fucking willpower in the world to keep my dick in my pants.”

I swallow, pushing myself off him.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“Gonna take a cold shower with my vibrator.”

He laughs all the way out of the living room.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

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