That very awkward, emotional, special night when Mason and I first met.
Only it’s so much better.
The guys all clap at our exuberant performance. Jace whistles.
And Mason just gazes at me, giving me that look he so often does. The one that says,I’m a fool. I can’t believe I almost lost you. I’ll never make that mistake again.
I grin and hand off my microphone to Trish.
Then I toss myself into my fiancé’s arms. “I can’t believe you’re crashing my bachelorette,” I say with a giant smile.
“I can’t believe you didn’t invite me.”
“I’m sorry,” I say with glee, “but there are no penises allowed at this party.”
“Really?” He kisses my neck and murmurs in my ear, “I thought this was a celebration. Same penis forever, right?”
I roll my eyes, but grin like a fool in love.
We kiss so passionately that our friends cheer, then start to groan.
“Get a room,” Layne calls out.
So, Mason winds his fingers through mine and tugs me toward the office.
“Uh, we’ll be right back!” I tell our guests as I hurry along behind him, my heart soaring.
He pulls me into the office, which I’m proud to say I’ve managed to tidy up and redecorate quite nicely for him. Kind of had to. More room for all the office sex.
He shuts the door and pushes me up against it, where we go at it.
“Mmm. This will never get old,” I pant. How many times has he pulled me in here to have his way with me now?
Many.
“I know. God. When can I get rid of all the dudes and get you naked?”
“Soon.” I giggle as he paws at my clothes. “I promise. But ... guests. We should really behave ourselves ...”
He groans and rearranges his cock in his jeans. “Fuck.” He runs his hands through his hair and draws back, trying to be good. “Sorry. I won’t keep you from the party too long.” He gives me a smile, and I melt.
I give him a hot, sweet kiss on the lips. “Worth it.”
“Mmm. I just wanted a moment alone, to tell you the good news.”
I gasp. “Tell me!”
He smiles, deep dimples flickering under his beard. “June has accepted our offer. Tommy convinced her to go into business with us.”
“Yes!” I throw myself at him again and he hugs me tight, burying his face in my neck. “Oh my god,” I gush, fighting back tears. “I’m so happy, Mason.”
“Me too, sweetheart.”
I draw back to look up into his face. “Mostly, I swear, I’m happy for you. This is all you ever wanted.”
He gazes into my eyes with so much love, it takes my breath away. “Not even close,” he murmurs. “But yes, Pier Seven is a part of everything I want. And now, it’s ours.”
“Ours and June’s,” I correct him.
