I blink several times, unsure if I heard him correctly.
Did he justthankhim?
“Of course.” Logan grins wide, looking at me as he shakes Mason’s hand.
My phone begins to ring in my bag, and I huff out a sigh as I check the screen.
Shit! Joey!
I completely forgot to call him back.
“Just give me a sec,” I say to the boys, moving to the door for privacy.
“Joey, hi. Sorry I didn’t call. Things have been manic recently. How are you?”
“I’m good. No stress, but I do need to know if you will be available to do these photos. I’m running out of time, and I need to confirm a placement.” He sounds stressed and it makes me feel terrible that I never read his email.
“Yes, of course. I’d love to do the photos. It sounds like a great opportunity.”
“And Tuesday, you can do it that soon?”
“Tuesday?” Should have fucking read the email. “Uh, yes, I could probably make that work.” I try to remember which groups I have in and when. I usually have my one-on-ones on a Tuesday. Shit, I will have to check.
“Well that’s a relief. Thank you, Nina. I’ll send you confirmation this evening.”
“I’m actually really looking forward to it,” I tell him honestly. “I checked out the gallery you mentioned on Facebook. It looks incredible. You work there, right?”
“Yes, I do, and it is incredible; you’ll have to come see it sometime.”
I look over at Mason. He’s chatting with Logan but his eyes are focused on me. “Yeah maybe sometime I will. See you Tuesday, Joey,” I mumble, already drawn to the man across the room, who with one look, can undo me completely.
“Yes, you will! Cheers, Nina.”
I hang up and walk to him, sliding into the spot under his arm that always fits me so perfectly. “You ready?” he whispers into my hair.
Mason had me shower whilst he ordered us Chinese; neither one of us wanted to cook tonight. It’s only Thursday, which means I still have another full day of teaching to do this week, and I’m exhausted. I feel like the stress of the showcase and the late nights I’ve been having are finally catching up with me. I’m due on my period, and I always get tired and cranky just before.
I’m rinsing the conditioner from my hair when his hands snake around my waist and cup my breasts, pulling me back into his hard body.
“Hey,” I scold. “What about my food?”
“There’s a forty-minute wait.” He smiles into my neck, kissing the sensitive flesh there. “I have something for you if you’re hungry.”
“I’m starved,” I say, dropping my head back to his shoulder and smiling when I look up and see the dark look on his face.
His hand skims my stomach and slides down to cup me, making my insides coil tight in anticipation. “You ready for me, baby?”
“Always.” I say as two thick fingers enter me.
“Always, Pixie. Every damn time.” It comes out gruff, and I feel his erection growing steel against my lower back.
“I want in.” He bites down on my shoulder.
“When have you ever asked befor?—”
My feet lift from the floor as he takes me to the hilt in one thrust, cutting me off. “I’m not asking, and I make no apologies for it either. This body. It’s mine. I will take from it whenever I want to. And tomorrow, when you’re sore because of my impatience to get you off first, I will lick you until you’re begging me to take you again.”
“Mase!” I moan, trying to move my hips to accommodate him.
