Page 23 of Stolen Moments

He does feel it.

“Open the door, Em.”

I do as he says, unlocking the door and opening it wide as Henry dashes across the threshold, jumping and pawing Mason’s shins.

He leans down and picks up my little dog, cradling him sweetly. Scratching Henry’s little ears, he looks the pup in the eyes and says, “Don’t get used to keeping her all to yourself, you hear me?”

Henry yips like he’s telling Mason to get lost while my heart leaps in my chest at his words.

“Mason?”

He looks at me and shakes his head again, refusing to let me talk. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at nine for breakfast. Be ready, and wear something you can walk in.”

Grabbing my dog from his clutches, I pop a hip and glare at him. My body might be turned on by his bossy attitude, but my brain rebuffs that nonsense real quick. He won’t come inside, and now he’s demanding I go out again with him.

Something snaps in me. I have enough people telling me what to do; I will not add another to that list.

“You’re not my boss, and who says I’m going anywhere with you?” No matter how sexy he is. I stand firm, waiting to see how he reacts.

His shoulders drop as he closes his lids and takes a deep breath before opening his eyes, which have softened in intensity. “You’re right, baby doll. Care to join me for breakfast and a hike tomorrow morning?”

My body relaxes at the change in his tone. His apology and body language assure me he’s being genuine. I know Mason is a leader and used to giving direction, but he’s going to need to keep that behavior for the boardroom. I have no problem letting him know I won’t be pushed around.

Might want to work on that with your parents,my head screams.

I sigh. “Better.”

Mason chuckles, amused by my attitude, and I can’t stop the smile pulling at my lips.

“So, breakfast?”

“Breakfast sounds nice,” comes barreling out of my mouth before I can think better of it. Henry wiggles in my arms, so I place him on the floor.

Mason wraps his arms around my lower back and stares at me with earnest eyes and says, “I want you to know I will always treat you like my equal. I’m sorry for being bossy.”

I nod as he steals a kiss. It’s not as intense as our first, but it still packs a punch, knocking me breathless. He breaks away, peppering kisses along my jaw.

Pressing his lips to my ear, he whispers, “But make no mistake. In the bedroom, I am the boss, and I look forward to showing you how much I appreciate my employees.”

A moan rattles in my chest at his innuendo. I know his words sound like all kinds of sexual harassment, but my body doesn’t seem to care. It wants him to boss me around. Bend me over the couch and ravage me. My panties flood with arousal and all I want to do is pull him into my house, and ride his face and his dick all night long.

Oh shit.I’m horny, and Mason is not helping.

“Good night, Emery.” He pulls away with a smug smirk.

He has every right to be cocky. I almost came in my pants from his dirty insinuations alone. And that kiss? I don’t stand a chance against him.

“Good night, Mason.”

He waits on the porch until I step into my house and lock the door. I watch as he walks towards his car, climbs in, and drives away.

Squealing, I do a little dance. He yips at me, not into being trampled on.

“Sorry, buddy.”

He jumps on the couch as I plop down against the fluffy pillows next to him. My tiny pooch jumps back in my lap, licking my chin. I push him away as my phone buzzes in my pocket.

In my Mason fog, I forgot to remove my coat. Shrugging it off, I pull out my phone and see a text from Chris. Swiping it open, I chuckle to myself as I read his message.

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