Page 45 of Power Play Daddies
“Okay,” I whisper, nodding again.
He kisses me one more time before pulling back and reaching for his shorts.
As he gets dressed, the thought slips out before I can stop it. “Actually… can I walk you outside?”
His eyes flick to mine, and he smiles. “Yeah. Sure.”
I throw on a loose shirt and shorts, combing my fingers through my messy hair.
We step into the elevator together, and the silence is heavy. Not awkward, but charged. His hand brushes mine, and I glance up at him.
“You good?” he asks, his voice softer now.
I nod, but the way he’s looking at me—dark eyes, full of something I can’t name—it’s too much. I lean up, grabbing his shirt, and press my lips to his.
He responds immediately, his hands gripping my waist as he backs me into the corner of the elevator. The kiss is messy, frantic, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip, his tongue sliding against mine.
“Mason,” I gasp when he pulls away, his lips trailing down my neck.
“Yeah?” he murmurs against my skin.
“We’re in an elevator.”
“So?” he says, his hands sliding lower, squeezing my ass.
I bite back a moan, grabbing his wrist. “You’ve got practice, remember?”
He groans, pulling back just enough to look at me. “You’re really killin’ me here, princess.”
The elevator dings, and the doors slide open. He steps back, running a hand through his hair, and grins. “Dinner tonight?”
I smile, my cheeks warm. “Yeah. Okay.”
“Okay,” he says, his grin widening.
We step out of the elevator, and I watch him walk toward his car, his broad shoulders and confident stride making my stomach flip.
Yeah. I’m in so much trouble.
I’m halfway back to the lobby when I stop dead in my tracks. Beau Callahan is standing right there.
He looks like he just stepped out of a fitness ad—tight gray joggers, a black T-shirt stretched over his chest, and sneakers that look brand new. His hair is a little messy, and those piercing blue eyes of his are locked on me like I’m the last person he expected to see.
“Beau,” I say, my voice cracking slightly.
He doesn’t move, just adjusts the strap of the gym bag slung over his shoulder. “That was Mason, wasn’t it?”
I nod, brushing my hair back awkwardly. “Yeah. Uh… what are you doing here?”
He laughs—a single, humorless sound. “Nice to see you too.” He starts to sidestep me like he’s just going to walk away.
“Wait,” I blurt, stepping in front of him. “Seriously, what are you doing here?”
He looks down at me, tilting his head slightly. “I’ve got a cousin who lives in the building. Didn’t realize you live here too. Don’t worry, I’m not stalking you.”
His tone is sharp, but there’s something underneath it. Hurt, maybe? Or annoyance. It’s hard to tell.
“I didn’t think you were,” I say softly.
