Page 135 of The Young & the Sinner

I opened my mouth to tell her that Mason was expecting me, but before I could, movement on my left caught my eye, and I turned to see Mason heading toward me.

I couldn’t help but smile.

Mason looked at the hand Logan had on my shoulder, then looked at the other man, an expression I couldn’t decipher on his face. It didn’t take long for Logan to remove his hand, and then I found myself in Mason’s arms.

I wanted to cling to him and never let go, but I knew I couldn’t because we were at his place of work.

Too soon, Mason pulled away but kept me close. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Hi,” I said shyly, looking up to his tie. He was wearing the same one he used to tie me up with. My eyes jumped to his in surprise, a small blush making its way up my cheeks. Mason smirked, before he turned to Logan.

“Hey, man. I thought you were leaving early.”

“Yeah, I forgot something. I just met Olivia here.”

I waved and felt silly doing it after. I couldn’t take it back, though, so I pretended I didn’t want to cringe over the action.

But then he waved back at me and I didn’t feel so silly after.

“Anyway, I’ll leave you two to it. See you soon.”

Logan winked at me and strode off. I watched him leave before turning back to Mason. “Your friend seems nice.”

“Nice,” Mason repeated, his lips curving up a little. “Sure.”

I frowned and Mason playfully tugged on my hair before pulling me away, toward his office, I assumed. We walked through a wide hallway that had floor-to-ceiling windows on the left looking out to downtown.

When we reached Mason’s office, there was a man sitting in front of a desk just outside of it. Dark hair and fair skin, he looked more like a bodyguard than an assistant, with his tall muscular frame. He stood up when we approached, but Mason shook his head. “Hold all my calls, Ted.”

“Yes, Mr. Kade.” The man sat back down.

Mason closed the office door behind us, and I pretended I wasn’t excited about being here. But I was. I liked that I got to see this side of Mason.

He stayed by the door as I walked further into the room and took in my surroundings, admiring his modest size office, or at least modest compared to the other offices around. But it was still nice: It had a view of Chicago’s beloved skyscrapers from a huge window behind his dark wooden desk that took up the majority of the space. It even had a black mini fridge in the corner and a small minibar by the wall farthest away from the window. It was everything I imagined when I thought of a corporate law office.

I knew Mason was just starting out in his career, but this was impressive.

I turned back to face him, and he moved toward me, placing both hands on my waist as he pulled me in close. I knew he was going to kiss me before he did, and still I couldn’t prepare myself for how good it felt when he finally bent down to my height and captured my lips with his.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on my tiptoes, trying to get close to him, not wanting our connection to end.

Too soon, Mason pulled away, leaving a small space between our lips.

“These lips,” he said softly. “I can’t get over these lips. They were made to be kissed by me,” he said.

Yes, that was how I felt. Everything about me was made for him. My lips, my hands... my heart. Everything.

But it was true that he was made for me as well. This wasn’t one sided. If I was going to be powerless when it came to him, then Mason was right there with me.

He kissed me again, as if he couldn’t make himself let me go completely. I was the same. I wanted to be held by him forever.

When he finally pulled back, his blue eyes were dark, and his lips were swollen. I ran my palm over his jaw, loving how the gruffness of his stubble felt against my soft skin.

“Ready to meet the boys, sweetheart?”

My smile widened, showing teeth and all. “Yes. Do you think they’ll like me?”

Mason pulled back, a small indent forming between his eyebrows. “Of course, they will. There is just something about you that pulls people in. You don’t have to worry. They are going to love you almost as much as I do.”

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