I groan, “How embarrassing.”
“I was pissed until you declared yourself as mine.” He palms my ass. “My fiery, little Pixie.”
“Why do you call me Pixie? Is it because I’m so short?”
“No, baby, not because you’re short.” He laughs then changes the subject. “My dad, he has invited me to dinner tomorrow, asked if I’d like to bring anyone.”
He doesn’t say any more, and I lean my head back a little to see his face, his arms still locked tight around my shoulders, keeping me held to him.
“Would you like me to come with you, Bossman?” I ask.
“Will you?”
“Of course, I’d love to meet your family.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” I smile.
Did he think I wouldn’t?
“I have a few things to finish up here before I can leave. Will you wait for me, and then we can go home?”
Home. How can something sound so right after such a short space of time?
“I need one more day.” As soon as I say the words, I cringe.
“No,” he says resolutely.
“I’m meeting the girls. I will come to your family meal tomorrow, and we can go back to yours after.”
“No. It’s been a week, Nina. I need you,” he declares, making my insides heat.
I step back from him and around the desk. I keep my eyes on him, bending at the waist, legs straight and pick up my skirt. “One more night. I’m sure you can manage.”
He’s on me before I can right myself, lifting me over his shoulder and dropping me down on one of the sofas. My skirt is ripped from my hands and thrown over his shoulder.
“You’re a tease.” He smirks, quickly pulling my thong down my legs.
“Not here!”
He dips his head, ignoring my pleas. Spreading me wide with his fingers, he leans in and licks up through my centre.
“Oh my god!” My back arches as I try to push my hips closer to him, but I’m met with nothing but air.
I open my eyes and lift my head. “Mase?”
He leans over me; one leg knelt on the sofa between my legs and the other on the floor.
“Up you get, angel, I have things to get on with.”
He gives me a devilish smirk, then stands and walks to his desk.
“You asshole.”
* * *
“To Nina.”Megan raises her glass to the centre of the table in a toast. “Who managed to get two hot men to strip her from the waist down today.”
