I throw him a wink over my shoulder as I walk the short distance and push through and into Mason’s office.
He sits behind the large desk, his thick, full shoulders momentarily stealing my focus. His jaw has a five o’clock shadow, and his hair is a mussed mess of perfection.
I get the image of him taking me on the kitchen counter only hours ago.
The man is a god.
He looks up when he hears the door, a carnal smile pulling at his lips. How am I supposed to leave him for a week? I already miss him, and I haven’t even left yet.
“Hey.” I smile, fiddling with my bag.
“Come here, angel,” he demands.
I go to him, stepping between his legs when he rolls his chair back to make room for me.
“This is a nice surprise.” His hands find the back of my thighs, gently moving up to smooth over my behind.
“I have something I need to tell you.”
“Mmmm, and what’s that?” He kisses the small slither of skin that’s exposed between my skirt and top.
“I’m going on holiday, with the girls—tonight.” I cringe, waiting for his tantrum.
“You want to go away?”
I frown down at him. Is he okay? “Well, yeah.” I shrug. “I could do with some time with the girls.” Maybe the distance between us will be good. It still scares me how much I rely on him and so soon.
“How long will you be gone?”
“A week. Lucy is paying for the majority, and I will pay her back when I can,” I explain, even though I know I don’t need to.
He nods his head, sitting back in his seat and looking up at me. “You expect me to go a week without you?” He questions, rubbing his pointer finger over his lips.
“You went thirty-two years.” I shrug, smiling down at him.
He rolls his lips, clearly pissed off.
Here we go.
“I don’t know if I can go that long, Nina.” He pouts.
“Well I’m going, whether you like it or not.”
His lip twitches before he smiles. “Then why did you come here?” He asks knowingly, rubbing his hands on the armrests.
My eyes drop to his crotch, and I see he is hard, his cock straining against his zipper.
He knows exactly why I’m here.
“Did you know about this?” I ask, my brows drawing in.
“No.” He smiles. “I didn’t.”
“And you don’t mind if I go?”
That was too easy.
“Depends.” He starts to unzip his trousers and then releases himself. “You’re going to have to work for it.”
