Page 66 of Mr. Almost

“I don’t want some vapid Barbie who hasn’t eaten a full meal since 2010 around our daughter. I won’t do it. Nor do I want your evil mother near her. Ari doesn’t need her negativity affecting how she views herself. You have a choice to make right now, Mason. You better choose right. It’s us or nothing,” she says, poking my chest.

Fuck it.

Reaching up, I cup her face and drop my mouth onto hers, kissing her. Olivia gasps, and I can’t help but deepen the kiss. Her hands, which are pinned between our chests, clench my shirt as she leans into me.

I bite her lip and slowly pull away, making her whimper. I can’t help but smile as I rest my forehead against hers. “I told you, the only woman I want is you.”

“You kissed me,” she says quietly.

I smirk. “I told you the other night that I would, and I meant it. The only woman I want to kiss for the rest of my life is you.”

“You really mean that, don’t you?” she asks, searching my eyes.

“I do. As for my mother, I just put her on trespass notice. She is not going to be near any of us anymore. We don’t need her in our lives. All that matters is you and Ari. Victoria is a non-issue. We broke up years before I met you. She only showed up because her husband died, and she needs a new bank account.” I run my tongueover her bottom lip, making her eyes dilate. “Now that we’re on the same page, how about we get out of here?”

“I-I think I’d like that.”

Chapter

Thirteen

OLIVIA

Everything becomes a blur.

One second, I am storming into his office, ready to tell him that if he doesn’t choose us, then I’m taking our daughter and leaving.

The next, he is kissing the life out of me, telling me he already made the choice.

When he finally pulls away, he leaves me standing there, touching my lips as he moves around the office.

While I’m stunned from Mason kissing me, he manages to cover the rest of my shift, gathers all of our things, and ushers me out of the building.

Over the years, I’ve replayed our night together in my mind over and over. Especially on those lonely nights. I had put him on a pedestal and had convinced myself that it wasn’t as good as I remembered it to be. Only that kiss just proved me wrong. It brought me right back to that night all over again.

“You okay?” Mason asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

I look over at him and bite my lip. His dark hair is a little longeron top and in need of a trim, but somehow he manages to keep it out of his face, despite the fact that you can tell he’s been running his fingers through it.

His beard is a little longer than a five-o’clock shadow, offering him the perfect amount of scruff. I loved how it felt when he kissed me, and I can’t help but imagine how amazing it would feel between my thighs. I bet he would blow my world apart like he did all those years ago.

“You need to stop moving like that, or I’ll be forced to pull over and help you out,” he rasps without looking away from the road.

“Sorry.” I cringe.

I hadn’t even realized I had been rubbing my thighs together.

“Trust me, sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry about. I love that you are so turned on right now, but I need to know what turned you on. Now tell me, what were you thinking about?” He smirks as he comes to a stop at a stoplight.

I feel my cheeks heat. “How I would love to steal your sweater.”

Mason raises a brow. “Is that all?”

I shrug as I bite my lip to stop myself from smiling. While it’s not what I was thinking about, it’s still true. He’s wearing a brown sweater with hints of gold and red that’s soft to the touch. If given the opportunity, I would totally steal it for myself.

Mason hums, but starts driving as the light turns green.

“So where are we going?” I ask, changing the subject.

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