Page 163 of Stolen Moments

I almost miss her, “I missed you too,” because I’m staring at the way her body moves.

My eyes snap to hers. “Say it again.”

She shakes her head, fighting a smile. She knows I was ogling her like a pervert.

“Come on, say it,” I urge her, shooting her a wink. It’s an odd thing for me, but I can’t find it in me to stop.

Cameron’s right—Jace is rubbing off on me. I’m becoming a simp. Fuck if I care.

“Fine. I missed you. Happy?” She crosses her arms under her chest, lifting her perfect tits up, and boy do they look edible in my shirt. The opened buttons give me the right amount of cleavage to admire.

“Incredibly happy,” I admit.

Her cheeks flush, and damn if it doesn’t remind me of the way she looks as she comes all over my cock. My dick thickens behind my zipper. Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I step back.

“Can I walk Henry for you?” I need something to do, and a bit of fresh air will definitely kill my growing hard-on.

“You don’t have to. I—”

“I’d like to do it. I checked the weather, and it’s supposed to rain soon. Let me help you. You go and eat, decompress. Do whatever you need to do, and I’ll take him for a few minutes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

She lifts Henry from his spot on the couch while I grab his leash from the hook. After clipping the leash to his collar, I take the little Yorkie around the block and let him do his business.

When I return, I find Emery sitting at her small table, with two place settings and the bag of food in the middle of it. Music I’ve never heard is quietly playing in the background, and she’s on her phone, texting.

Henry runs to her, taking me by surprise and the leash along with him.

“There’s my boy. Did you have a good walk?”

Henry yips, his tongue dangling to the side.

She scratches behind his ear, and for a moment, I’m jealous of a fucking tiny-ass dog that’s getting all the attention of the girl I like.

She looks up at me and smiles, and I swear my heart skips a beat. Her brown eyes shine as she watches me watch her.

“Are you going to stand by the door and stare at me all night, or are you going to come over here and eat dinner with me?”

Both.

“Are you sure? I can grab my burrito and head out.”

She raises a brow at me. “Mason?”

“Yeah?”

“Please come sit down and eat with me.” She pats the table.

My feet automatically move in her direction.

She removes the to-go containers from the bag, spreading them out, and places the burrito on the plate beside her as I take my seat.

“What did you get?” she asks, dipping a tortilla chip in guac.

I watch her mouth open wide as she places the triangle on her tongue, and her lips wrap around her finger as she licks the creamy avocado dip off. Images of her on her knees with her mouth open wide hit me like a ton of bricks, and my cock springs to life.

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