Page 56 of Hidden Heir With His Housekeeper

She chuckled, delighted not just at the conversation between Jack and his son, which did sound hilarious, but also that her sister’s family and theirs had become so close. She loved that Jack and Mason had become good friends. She suspected that Mason didn’t have many men he could really confide in, because all his friends seemed to work for him. She also knew, from what Katie had told her about Jack’s childhood, that the two men had much more in common than Mason realised.

‘Katie’s hilarious,’ she said. ‘She told me her and Jack’s relationship isLittle Red Riding Hood, but I wouldn’t laugh too hard because she’s decided our relationship is a specific fairy tale too.’

‘Oh, yeah, which one?’ Mason asked.‘The Giant that got the Golden Goose?’he teased.

She huffed, then flipped over and propped her elbows onto his chest to give him a mock stern look. ‘Are you calling me a goose, Mr Foxx?’

His gaze drifted up to her hair, which she suspected was a total mess, but all she saw was rich appreciation in his eyes when his gaze dropped down to hers again. ‘I’m calling you golden, Mrs Foxx.’

‘Nice save,’ she said, and kissed him. Before they could get carried away again, though, she pulled back. ‘Apparently, our fairy tale isRapunzel. Because you saved me from my ivory tower.’ She brushed her hand over her unruly curls, which she now kept in a manageable bob. ‘And I lost my long golden locks in the process.’

He choked out a laugh but then skewered her again with that appreciative look that always made her feel cherished and seen. ‘Hey, you know what? I like it,’ he announced. ‘I think it totally fits.’

‘You do?’ she said, astonished that he had bought into Katie’s whimsical metaphor because, as much as she adored this man, he was far too real and rugged and rough around the edges to be the fairy tale type.

He rolled on top of her. ‘Totally,’ he said.

The tension at her core clenched and released deliciously as his newly perked up erection brushed against her belly and she calculated if they had enough time for another round before Ella woke up.

She certainly hoped so.

He hooked her hair behind her ear. ‘Because that makes me a handsome prince, right?’ he added, the smug smile clear in his tone as he nuzzled the sensitive spot on her neck he knew would drive her wild. ‘Instead of the Big, Bad Wolf.’

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