Page 179 of Stolen Moments

“Fine,” she pouts, hiding a devious smile, but the glint in her eyes gives her away.

I’m in so much fucking trouble.

I quickly sit up, bringing her with me. I need to get out of here before my plan goes to shit and I start thinking with my dick.

“I’ll be back bright and early tomorrow morning.” With Emery in my arms, bridal style, I stand.

She giggles, and my heart twists happily behind my ribs. I want to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life. I place her on her feet and lean in for a kiss.

She presses her hand to my chest, stopping me. “Wait, I have something for you.”

Before I can stop her, she takes off toward her bedroom.

“If it’s my shirt, I don’t want it back!” I shout at her retreating form.

She scoffs at me, throwing over her shoulder, “You’ll never get that back. Finders, keepers, Miller.”

With a smile on my face, I watch as her bedroom light flicks on, illuminating the hallway. I look between the door and her room. The invisible ropes that bind me to Emery tug, begging me to go after her. It takes everything in me not to follow and give her space.

I train my ear on her movements, but aside from some rustling, I can’t figure out what she’s doing. “What’s taking so long, Em?”

“Be right there,” she hollers back.

Shoving my hands in my pocket, I stare up at the ceiling, attempting to get a hold of myself. The suspense is killing me.

Just go after her, dumbass. You know you want to.

Oh, I want to, but I don’t trust myself not to lay her out on her bed and devour every fucking inch of her body. I should put my shoes on and get the fuck out of here. Keep to the plan.

“Mason.” Emery’s voice closer is than before.

My eyes snap to hers, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Holy fuck.

My cock throbs in my jeans at the sight of her in the sexiest fucking scrap of lingerie I have ever seen as she leans against the door frame. She’s wearing a high-cut burgundy lace one-piece—who the fuck knows what it’s called—that’s so sheer it leaves nothing to the imagination. Her pointy, hard caramel nipples and her perfectly plump pussy tempt me through the sheer material. She’s stunning.

So much fucking trouble.

I groan when I bring my eyes back to her face. She’s reapplied the fucking burgundy lipstick that I like on her lips. The lipstick that makes my cock harder than stone.

“Do you like what I got you?” She bites her finger, putting on a seductive show for me.

I watch, entranced, as she slides her finger down the center of her body. She’s fucking flawless. Every single inch of her.

I find my voice, but when it comes out, it’s gruff and thick with lust. “You’re not going to make this easy on me, are you?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. I told you to stay. I also told you, you weren’t staying in that disaster of a house while construction goes on. But you didn’t want to listen, so here I am, pulling out the bigguns.”

Emery is finding her voice, and her confidence and it’s hot as fuck. It drives me wild when she’s a little bratty and wants her way.

“I can see that.” My feet stay planted on the ground as I fight the urge to charge her.

“It’s my turn.”

“For what?” I grit out.

Emery sashays her sexy ass toward me, taking her time. She places her hands on my chest and stares up at me with her heavy-lidded topaz eyes that spear me to my soul.

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