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I kiss the sweet caring man between my legs and savor the attention he’s offering me. “Take me to bed, Mason”

“No place I’d rather take you.”

Mason carries me to his bed, where he shows me who’s the boss while he worships my body all night long, and I fall even more in love with the man holding me.

Chapter twenty

Mason

I quietly close thedoor behind me so I don’t wake up the beautiful woman, who—I hope—is still sleeping in my bed.

The floor creaks as I sneak across the room to the kitchen, carrying a bag of breakfast burritos from my favorite place. Grabbing some plates from the cabinet, I set them on the counter and pull out the food, placing the foil-wrapped goodness on them. I ordered four different burritos, unsure what Emery likes to eat in the morning. The last time we ate breakfast together, we had French toast and fruit—not much of a choice when it comes to hotel food. I reach into the fridge and grab two more water bottles and the orange juice.

When I turn around, I almost drop the bottles to the floor. Standing in my kitchen, wearing nothing but my college t-shirt, is Emery. The words Cal IT never looked hotter.

“Good Morning.” She tugs at the bottom hem of the shirt that hits her upper thigh. “I couldn’t find my clothes. I hope this is okay?”

“My t-shirt has never looked better.” I give her body another slow perusal.

She looks beautiful and perfectly fucked. Her hair is tied up in a wild knot on top of her head, her lips are swollen, and her long legs are begging for me to wrap them around my waist as I impale her with my cock.

My dick jerks in my sweats, loving the thoughts running through my mind.

“Charmer.” Her cheeks turn pink as she smiles at me and takes a step towards me. She checks out the food I brought and hums in approval. “So, what do we have here?”

I clear my throat, trying to focus on her question. “Breakfast burritos.” I point at each one as I describe them. “This one is eggs with veggies. This is chorizo, bacon and cheese, and machaca. My favorite.”

“Chorizo, please.”

I place our food on the plates and guide her to the barstools on the other side of the island.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I don’t know about you, but after last night, I’m starving.”

She chokes on her bite, and I hand her a bottle of water. She takes a sip as I pat her back.

“You okay?”

She nods, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. “Yeah. All good.”

I hide a smirk as I take another bite of my burrito. I love that I can make her flustered with just a few words or the mention of the naked activities we performed together. We were up until three in the morning, exploring each other’s bodies and making up for lost time.

Emery moans around a bite of her food. “Wow, this is good.” She wipes her mouth on a napkin before opening her mouth to take another bite.

My cock comes to life at the sight, and I have to force back a groan as she moans again. She has no idea of the effect she has on me. How unassumingly sexy she is when she does anything.

I close my eyes and breathe, trying to bring the conversation back to food, and not throwing her on the counter and eating her for breakfast.

“The food’s great. I found the little place when I moved in a while back. I hadn’t gone to sleep the night before because I was up, working on a code, and I was starving. I went for a walk at six in the morning, and it was the only place open and they had a line out the door. I took a chance and got in line. Best decision I ever made. They do all kinds of breakfast, but burritos and sandwiches are their specialty. I even have my brothers addicted.”

“That’s awesome. This reminds me of the food I would eat visiting my grandpa. He was from Texas. Every summer, he would take me and Chris to Galveston.” She goes quiet, getting lost in her memories.

“I thought you were from Connecticut.”

She exhales. “I am. My grandfather met my grandmother in college. She got pregnant, and they got married right after graduation. She was from old money. Her family wasn’t happy that she ran off and married someone beneath her.” Her shoulders sag, and she takes a sip of her orange juice before continuing, “My grandfather came from a rich ranching family, and they even dabbled in oil, but to my grandmother’s family, they were still considered low class.”

I push a strand of hair behind her ear as I listen to her tell the story of her family.

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