“Yup and your mixed signals of tears and smiles. You know relatively unknown characters from comics and that is seriously sexy and even after everything you’ve told me and the conflict that brings, I love the fact that it hasn’t damaged you towards making relationships. That you won’t let those bastards beat you.”
“So, you haven’t been avoiding having sex with me?” I know I sound really, really shallow and basic.
“No! Fuck me, no! On Saturday I just wanted you to feel safe and cared for beyond sex and yesterday we were out for the whole day and then you virtually passed out as soon as you hit the bed.”
“This morning,” I whisper, thinking that not only do I sound shallow and basic I also sound desperate.
“Baby, this morning I woke at six and put an hour in at the gym before coming back to our bedroom where you were still fast asleep. I had a shower and dressed hoping you might wake up so we could get reacquainted, but you didn’t and I wasn’t prepared to wake you up to fuck you after the weekend you’d had.”
“Ah,” I say with a broad grin and all tears gone. “Our bedroom,” I say, making Mason frown at me.
“What? What about our bedroom?”
“I didn’t realise we had a bedroom. I have a bedroom at my flat and you have a bedroom here, but I didn’t realise we had one that we shared.”
“We have a bedroom,” he confirms with an air of arrogance that makes me weak at the knees. “We can discuss that later,” he smirks. “But just to confirm, I do indeed still want to have sex with you.”
“That’s probably for the best, the fact that you still want to have sex with me, otherwise I think we’d struggle to have kids for you to play referee to in adolescent, sulky arguments.”
He grins back at me. “I hadn’t planned on announcing that in quite that way.”
“I figured, and for the record I would like to be cut in on that decision.”
“Duly noted. You look seriously hot in my t-shirt.” He pulls me closer by the fabric he’s fisting in his hand.
“We need a conversation about where your clothes live,” I say breathlessly as Mase slides a warm hand beneath his t-shirt and presses it to my belly.
“What?”
“They don’t walk from the floor to the hamper,” I tell him as his hand skates higher, skimming the underside of my breast making me draw in a deep breath.
“Mine do,” he replies smugly.
“Mase,” I gasp as a thumb tantalisingly strokes my areola, almost touching my nipple that is cresting and hardening. “I love you too, I just didn’t realise how much until you said about us having kids.”
“Oh yeah, I definitely still want to have sex with you,” he tells me before dropping his mouth over mine.
Chapter 29
Mason
I smile down at Olivia who is lying flat out beneath me, flushed and breathing heavily after a very vigorous session of sex. Briefly I question whether I should have made more gentle love to her after our earlier declarations of love but after two whole days of no sex I don’t think either of us was capable of anything other than the wild, rampant sex we have just shared.
“You okay?” I lean down to place a single, gentle kiss to her lips.
“Mmm, very okay,” she replies, squeezing her internal muscles around my dick that is still inside her and thickening again.
“You do know that if you keep doing that, we are never leaving this bed,” I warn.
“You really need to work on your threats if that is the best you’ve got.” She titters and then suddenly her face turns serious as I harden inside her at that sound alone.
“No threat, baby that is a promise.”
“Don’t you have work to do, even if I don’t?” She looks worried again.
“I have a conference call at noon, and I have someone from legal and H.R. coming up after that to get your contract with Christian drawn up.”
“You really don’t have to do that.”
