Page 79 of Stolen Moments

It’s erotic, and I am completely hypnotized, my body begging for him to touch me. My mouth feels thick, and the words stick on my tongue like a fly trapped in honey.

I nod my assent and the gold streaks in his eyes glint as he smirks at me.

“Would you like to see what I brought you?”

“Yes, please,” I croak out, finding my voice around the beating of my heart in my throat.

“Come here first.” He reaches out a hand for me to take.

I place my palm in his warm one, and those tell-tale sparks skate across my skin, making my body tingle.

“Before we celebrate, I think I owe you a birthday kiss, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I exhale, stepping into his body, bringing us chest to chest.

There’s that smug smirk on his lips again. He’s enjoying his effect on me, and while I’d love to push back just a little, I don’t. I’ve missed him, and it’s my birthday, dammit. I want him. His presence is the best birthday present I have ever received.

With his knuckles, Mason tilts my chin up and presses his lips to mine in a soft, tender kiss. He licks the seam, and I open without hesitation, inviting him in as he invades my mouth with his wicked tongue. My body bursts into flames as he dives in, gripping my neck and threading his fingers through my hair, tugging enough to make my scalp sting. My soft moans fill the air as I grip the fabric of his dress shirt in my fists, and my knees tremble under the weight of his control on me. The control I so willingly hand over to him every time we are together.

I never thought I would be the surrendering type, but when I’m with Mason, I don’t think twice about it. He can do whatever he wants with me. My body craves his bossiness, his possession. Mason likes having all the control. He gets off on it, and I get off on giving it to him.

Mason’s warm hands land on my hips, surprising me as he lifts me into the air and spins me around. Instinctively, I wrap my arms and legs around his body, holding on tight as he continues to kiss me like I’m his reason for living.

Needing more of him, I dig my heels into his firm ass and roll my hips, aligning our centers. Searching for relief, I rub my clit over the ridges of his cock. He’s hard, and all I want is to release him from the confines of his jeans and let him take me right here on the counter.

I’m so lost in my thoughts of riding this sexy man that I barely register Mason’s strong legs shifting under us. My butt lands on the suede cushion of my stool before he breaks our kiss and rests his forehead against mine.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you, baby doll.” His quick breaths fan across my wet lips, sending shivers down my spine. “As much as I would love to bend you over this counter and bury my hard cock in your sweet pussy, let’s start with some presents.”

My pussy contracts, begging for him to do just that, but he pulls away instead. My body screams in opposition, begging for me to rip off his clothes and mount him in the middle of the kitchen.

Oh goodness, Mason turns me into a horny mess.

I take a deep breath. I need to cool it.

Unable to hide my discomfort, I pout. “Fine.”

With a chuckle, he pecks my lips once more before moving back around the other side of the island. He has my body humming and he knows it, the smug jerk.

Yeah, but you like it.

Ugh. I do. In fact, I love it. I lovehim.

The words stick on the tip of my tongue, and my fear stops me from saying them aloud.

Mason pulls out two pink bakery boxes—one large and one small—and opens them. Inside the large box sits a white cake sprinkled with what looks like cinnamon, with the wordsHappy Birthdaywritten in frosting across the top.

“What kind of cake is that?”

“Cinnamon roll, with cream cheese frosting.”

“What?” My eyes pop out of my head.

Holy shit.He remembered my favorite meal and found it in cake form for me.

“Do you like it?” He rubs his chin nervously, a far cry from my confident, bossy Mason.

My nose tingles as I push back my tears. “Are you kidding? It’s—” My voice cracks. My emotions are at the surface, waiting to break free. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

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