Page 169 of Gin and Lava

“What! You’re just telling me about this now? You didn’t think to lead with that an hour ago before you did acrobatics on my cock?”

“I don’t have it with me, Haas.” I hold up my tiny sparkly purse that barely holds my phone and ID as evidence. “It’s in my apartment.”

“Mmmmm.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. “My girlfriend is taking me home for my happy ending.” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I suppose you do deserve a happily ever after, Mason. We both do.”

He nips my earlobe. “I’m talking about sex, Tate.”

“And I’m talking about how every time we sleep together I just fall harder and harder for you.”

“Harder and harder?”

I shake my head at him, trying to keep a straight face, but I still end up laughing. “You’re so obvious, Haas.”

“I’m a simple man, Princess. And I’m still not entirely sure how I hit the jackpot.”

I nuzzle into his neck, one of his arms wrapped around me and the other hand holding mine in our lap. “Cliché as it’s going to sound, Mason, you were just yourself. You were unabashedly yourself. You were a different kind of trifecta: confident, and honest, and sweet.”

“Are you about to get sappy on me, girlfriend?”

“If you’re asking if I’ll sit on your face, the answer is not until your sunburn heals.”

“Cruel.”

“Yes, I know. So cruel,” I toss back. “But if you’re lucky later, I might just suck you off.”

“You’re dirty, Princess.” Mason growls approvingly, still holding me snug in his arms. “I’m keeping you forever.”

And I know he means that to be light and joking, but honestly, spending forever in Mason’s arms doesn’t sound scary in the slightest. In fact, it feels like the beginning of something heartfelt, and real—and for lack of a better word—absolutely perfect.

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