Page 105 of Stolen Moments

“What do I have to gain from lying about knowing your family?”

I sneer, “Who knows with you. You have a habit of lying and keeping secrets.”

Just stop talking, asshole. What is wrong with you?

“Wow. That’s what you think of me? That’s low, even for you.”

I shrug.

She pulls her shoulders back and lifts her chin.There’s my bratty girl. “Mason, I’m here with my friends and colleagues. I can’t talk to you about this here. Maybe if you had answered one of my many calls or texts, or even listened to my voicemail, we could have hashed this all out before running into each other like this. I will not fight with you here. I will not ruin Rylann’s night.”

“Who said I want to fight with you?”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “That’s right. You don’t like to fight. You like to run away from your problems.”

Shots fired.

I did run away. I know it was a mistake, but I was angry. Before I knew it, a day turned into a week, then into a month. I couldn’t go back at that point. She hurt me.

“What was I supposed to do, watch you walk off with yourfiancé?”

“I tried to explain, but you didn’t let me. Instead, you ghosted me, Mason. You cut me out of your life like I didn’tmatter—”

Instead of letting her finish, I grab the back of her neck and slam my mouth to hers in an aggressive kiss. I don’t want to hear her explanations and lame excuses. I might be angry and unable to forgive her, but she’s wrong. She does matter.

I fucking love her. Still.

Her fists land on my chest as I push her back into the bathroom. Twirling us around, I slam her back up against the door and flip the lock. My lips never leave hers as I devour her mouth like a glutton, hungry for more, and she opens for me willingly. My cock turns to steel as her taste explodes on my tongue.

Fuck, I missed her so much.

My free hand roams over her curves, groping and squeezing her tight body as the other controls her head, allowing me to take what I want. She moans into my mouth, and my hips find hers on instinct, grinding against the heat of her pussy.

Emery’s height is an advantage, but Emery in heels is fucking hot. The apex of her thighs aligns with my cock just right as she lifts her leg, her knee on my hip. I slide my hand up the back of her thigh and grope her ass before gliding my fingers over her lace-covered pussy. She’s wet and hot, and all I want to do is bury myself inside her tight heat.

I miss you. I miss this.The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I push them back, kissing her harder, blocking them from slipping out.

“Mason,” she whimpers against my lips.

I don’t want to hear her utter a word, or I might snap out of my haze and stop what’s about to happen. Stopping is the smart thing to do, but I’m not going to. I’m too far gone. Every cell in my body settles with her in my arms, so I kiss her harder, fucking her mouth with my tongue. Refusing to face the truth.

Emery’s hips thrust forward as my fingers move her panties to the side. I slide two fingers inside her and place my thumb on her clit. She moans at the contact, arching her pert tits into my chest. My cock grows harder, begging to feel her wrapped aroundthe thick shaft. Her body shivers as I run circles over her swollen bundle of nerves. I know her body better than my own—she’s close. Her pussy quivers, and her cum soaks my hand.

Her fingers land on the waistband of my jeans and I buck my hips forward, encouraging her to take my cock out, moving my hand faster and deeper inside her, just the way she likes.

She does what I want and unbuckles my belt. I thrust my hand harder, edging her closer. She undoes the button and zipper, diving into my boxer briefs. She wraps her hand around my girth and squeezes, pumping my hard shaft from root to tip.

Fuck. Her hand on me feels so good I might blow.

“Show me where you want my cock, baby doll.” I quickly cover her mouth with mine, cutting off her words.

She guides my cockhead to her entrance, letting me know where she wants me. Her arousal coats my tip, dripping down my shaft, and I snap. Without warning, I propel my hips up and into her, sheathing every thick inch of my cock deep inside her pussy. She’s hot, wet, and ready. Her body wraps around me like a glove, like she was made for me.

I shove that thought away, letting the anger and hurt that lance my heart take over. I gather every emotion weighing me down and take it out on her body. Gripping her ass, I lift her up and piston into her with abandon, impaling her with my cock.

She groans, wrapping her legs around my waist as she takes every thrust, every pump, every single thing I have to offer. Her muscles contract around me, coaxing my orgasm from my body like the witch she is, wrapping me up in her spell. My balls tingle, and fire shoots down my spine.

She comes, squeezing my dick like a vise and screaming into my mouth, sending me over the edge with her as I come hard, emptying thick ropes of cum inside her, draining my balls dry.

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