Page 64 of Stolen Moments

“That’s all you have? Your brother plays baseball. What about your other brothers?”

“My oldest brother is a lawyer, and my second oldest brother owns a talent agency with his friend.”

“Ah. Normal people. I like it.”

Normal, she says. She wouldn’t think that if she knew more about them, but I let it go. I want her to keep thinking that we are a regular family. In a lot of ways, we are. We have Sunday dinners, we go on family vacations together, and we text almost daily. But when one of your brothers is a pitcher for one of the biggest baseball franchises and your other brother knows half of Hollywood, “normal” isn’t the word I’d choose.

“Chris is normal,” I tell her.

She snorts a laugh and rolls her eyes at me.

“Okay, maybe not normal, but he’s a cool dude.”

“He’s definitely something. Thank you for taking him to dinner with us.”

Dinner with Chris was an experience. He is loud, unapologetic, and has a wicked, sharp sense of humor. It felt like hanging out with my own brother. I wouldn’t mind keeping him around. In fact, I want to keep the woman in my arms around more than anything.

“My pleasure.”

She gives me a wide smile, her earlier gloomy demeanor gone. Shifting in my lap, she rubs her ass against my cock. I couldn’t stop the fucker from getting hard if I tried. She bites her lips, holding back a laugh.

“Stop moving. Or I’m going to bend you over the coffee table and fuck you senseless.”

Emery closes her eyes and hums at my threat.

My hand crawls up her inner thigh, my fingertips inches from her slit. She responds to my touch instantly. Her knees fall open, offering me an invitation to go further. I slide my hand under the hem of her shirt and cup her naked mound.

“Do you want me to bend you over and fuck you, baby doll?” My fingers trace her wet seam. I pause my ministrations. “Answer me.”

Her eyes open and land on mine, topaz irises sparkling, and there is no mistaking the intensity behind them. The air around us becomes stifling as the heat between us ramps up.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I swipe my thumb across her plush bottom lip.

She visibly swallows—anticipation at its finest because we both know where this is going.

“Yes, Boss.”

I don’t know how this little bossy game started, but it gets me hard as fuck. When she says I’m the boss, the animal in me comes to life and all I want to do is rip into her and devour every inch of her body. I want to fuck her hard enough that when she gets up, she’ll feel me between her legs for days.

With my foot, I push the table away from the couch and lift Emery off my lap, placing her on her knees in front of me. “Turn around.”

She obeys immediately and faces the coffee table, placing her hands on the flat surface.

She’s so fucking perfect.

I reach into the end table drawer beside me and pull out a condom, then stand behind her. She squirms, and the bottom of my shirt lifts, teasing me with a view of her pert ass cheeks. Shoving down my pants, I rip open the foil packet and roll the latex down my painfully hard cock, before getting on my knees behind her.

“Such a good girl, waiting patiently for me to fuck you.”

Emery moans, her chin falling to her chest. I place my palm between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest down to the table.

“So fucking beautiful.” I run my hand up the back of her thighs, over her ass, her back, and her arms. Twining my fingers with hers, I guide them to the edge of the table. I hinge over her taught body and whisper into her ear, “Hold onto the edge, and don’t let go.”

She wiggles her ass, and I bite back a groan as my cock slips between her crack. Fighting the urge to shove my dick inside her tight wet hole, I take a deep breath and lift my shirt over her butt.

“Mason, please,” she whimpers.

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