“All right. But if it gets too much, just call me.”
I nod, blowing into my coffee. “I will. Thank you for always looking out for me.”
“It’s my job.”
“As chief?”
“As your man.” He nips at my lip, and I wrap my fingers around his neck, kissing him, his scruff scratching at my chin, but I love it. “I have the shower running.”
“You can shower after.”
He smirks, the corner of his mouth curling. “After what exactly?”
“Mm-hmm.” I take a sip of coffee, setting the mug down before pulling him closer by the waistband of his joggers. “You always smell so damn good after your run.”
He chuckles against my lips. “That’s sweat, sweetheart.”
“Then I must really like sweat.”
He kisses me, slow and lazily at first, then deeper. The mattress dips under his weight as he moves over me, his palm sliding down my side, tracing the curve of my hip.
The hiss of hot water sounds from the en suite shower. Steam curls out into the room, wrapping us in warmth.
“I should—” he murmurs against my mouth.
“No,” I whisper, tugging him back down. “Stay.”
His laugh rumbles low in his chest. “You’re trouble, firecracker.”
“You love it.”
His mouth finds mine again just as a door clicks downstairs.
I freeze. “Is someone here?”
“Probably Ember. She said she was gonna drop off some Christmas baking,” he says, lips against my skin as he kisses down my neck.
“Dad?”
My whole body locks up.
Blood drains from Flint’s face, his breath catching against my skin.
“Dad?” The voice is closer now.
“Shit.” Flint jumps off of me. “He’s not supposed to be here until next week.”
My pulse hammers in my throat as I wrestle with the duvet, searching for yesterday’s clothes that Flint tore from me.
Flint drags a hand through his hair, searching the floor.
The door swings open.
I pull the duvet over my shoulders and hold my breath, my eyes wide as I stare at Flint, his dick at full mast in his boxers.
Mason stands in the doorway, backpack slung over one shoulder, large eyes flicking between me and Flint. His mouth gapes as he takes in the scene. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
The air thickens, the only sound the steady hiss of the running shower, steam billowing into the room.
