Page 31 of Stolen Moments

Chapter eleven

Mason

I race through theback door of my home, slamming it shut behind me as I check my watch for the tenth time in less than five minutes.

Fuck.

I’m running late for my call with Emery. It’s already after nine, and I hate the idea of having less time to talk with her. All I want is more time.

I hang my garment bag in the closet, leaving my suit inside for me to deal with later. Stripping out of my clothes, I chuck them in the hamper and head to the bathroom for a quick shower. Turning the faucet to hot, I wait a minute before stepping under the spray. The warm water heats quickly, relaxing my tightened muscles. I quickly wash my hair and body, before rinsing and hopping out. Grabbing the towel off the rack, I dry my hair before wrapping it around my waist. I rub on some deodorant and head for my closet, pulling out some boxer briefs and a pair of athletic shorts.

Phone in hand, I flop onto my bed, letting the cool fabric of my comforter envelop me. If I wasn’t amped up to talk to Emery, I might pass out. Between the exhaustion of traveling and the headache the new client is giving me, I’m beat.

Since I last saw her, it’s been two endless weeks of nonstop travel, and I can’t wait to see her tonight. We’ve been texting almost every day since our first date, and I’ve been lucky enough to pull a fewcalls and FaceTimes too. But it’s not enough. I crave her messages and voice, and it only grows stronger with every passing day.

She’s put a spell on me. A spell I welcome with open arms. I need to see her in person, soon.

The team and I are going over the February schedule after the weekend, so I’ll know more then. Pushing all thoughts of work out of my head, I slide open my phone—ignoring the texts from my brothers—pull up FaceTime, and press Emery’s name.

It only rings twice before her gorgeous face fills my screen, taking my breath away.

“Hey, baby doll.”

A smile pulls at her deliciously plump lips that are slightly stained pink from her red lipstick.

Fuck, I wish I could wrap her in my arms and kiss her right now. She’s so damn beautiful. She doesn’t have a stitch of makeup on, and she still takes my breath away.

“Why hello, Mr. Bossy.”

Her raspy voice makes my dick twitch when she uses the moniker. It twitches when I see it written in text. Hell, my cock twitches at the mere thought of this intoxicating woman.

“How was your day?” I clear my throat.

She licks her lips, and I have to bite back a groan.

“Better now.” She sighs, resting her head on the side of the couch, giving me an appetizing view of her slender neck.

“Same, babe. Same.” I lick my dry lips, wishing they were on her soft skin.

Her eyes follow the movement as she does the same. My lips quirk up in a smile because I know the feeling. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her mouth if I tried.

She clears her throat, her cheeks pinkening. “Are you in bed?”

Fluffing my pillow, I sit up and lean against the headboard. “Yeah, I just got home and was too tired to walk back to the living room.”

“Hold that thought.”

The screen goes black, and I can hear the muted rustling of her movements. Her face appears again, and this time, she’s sitting back against a gray tufted headboard.

“Okay, now that’s better.” She swipes the little hairs falling from her ponytail away from her face and smiles at me.

My heart does a little pitter-patter at the sight, and I subconsciously rub at my collarbone.

“Taking me to bed so soon, Emery?” I joke but secretly yearn for it to be true.

She bites her lip and rolls her eyes at my innuendo. “You wish.”

“I sure as fuck do.” I’m not lying. I am dying to know what this woman tastes like. What she sounds like as she comes all over my cock.

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