Smirking, she finds the plates and sets them beside the stove. I put our food on them and then we both venture out to the back deck, not caring that there’s not a formal table and chairs out there. I sit down on one lounge chair, Quinn goes to sit on the other one, but I motion for her to sit with me on mine.
I sit back with my legs open and she nestles her way inside but leaning to the side so we can both eat.
“I hate that I have to go in this morning, especially knowing you’ll be here all day,” I say in between bites.
“Well, I won’t be here all day. I’m going back to my condo for a bit, I checked the weather and it’s supposed to get in the high seventies today, so I’m going to grab a shower, my bathing suit, and run an errand or two before coming back here.”
“That doesn’t make it any easier to leave you,” I grumble.
She laughs, and we both finish eating our breakfast, giving each other heated glances every chance we get.
11
Quinn
Mason had to head upstairs to get ready for his meeting at work today, so I offered to clean up the kitchen. After I was done cleaning up, I looked in the pantry and the refrigerator. It was completely bare, as in Mason cooked the last of what he had. I remember Summer telling me on the phone never to let Mason or Heath cook for you, it’d be burnt to a crisp.
The jokes on her though, I think that’s more a Heath thing than a Mason issue.
Making a mental note to get some things for him from the store while he’s at work, along with a pool float in case it gets hotter too. I’m lost in thought when Mason comes back from upstairs.
I stop in my tracks, if I thought Mason was handsome dressed in jeans and shirt, there is nothing that compares to him in a suit. I’m pretty sure there’s drool running down my chin.
“This damn monkey suit, I can’t believe I’m wearing this. If it weren’t for Rome chewing my ass out, I’d never be in it,” Mason is grumbling as he comes into the kitchen.
“I think Rome and I are going to be best friends,” I say with a laugh. Mason’s frown deepens as he says, “If you’re going to be best friends with anyone, it’s going to be me.”
“Yeah, but Rome making you wear something like this, the least I should do is pay it forward,” I wiggle my eyebrows.
“You can pay it forward to me, with a kiss,” I grant him his wish. Our lips meet, and he deepens the kiss with every stroke of his tongue against mine. My hands find his hair and I grip it, holding on. When his palms meet my ass, he lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. My back meets the wall, I can feel his length that’s long and heavy between my legs, and I’m cursing the jeans I’m wearing. If I were in something thinner, I could feel him even more.
“God, Mason,” I moan, as his lips leave mine and travel along the length of my neck.
“Quinn,” he grunts, both of us wanting each other, right here, and right now. My hips move, wanting to feel him thrust against me.
I’m right on the verge of coming from his mouth, he’s sucking and nipping at the spot where my neck meets my shoulder, add into the fact both of our hips can’t stop moving.
“Please,” I moan out loud, that’s when he tears himself away. I’m left feeling bereft and instantly cold.
“First time you come, it’s going to be against my tongue, fingers, or cock. Not this way, Sunshine. Definitely not this way. I’d prefer my tongue, tasting every inch of you while you ride my face,” he groans.
“Mason, don’t leave me like this. Please,” I beg.
“Baby, I don’t want to leave you like this either. But I’ll be damned if we do it this way first.”
“Okay,” I say begrudgingly.
“If you’re here when I get home, I promise it’ll be just you and me. All night long and morning. I confiscated Heath’s key, the dumbass,” Mason offers.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” We kiss one more time and then we both head towards the front door.
He holds my car door open and waits till I’m safely inside before going to his. He’s heading left towards his office, as I take a right going to my condo all the while wishing the day away.
12
Mason
I walk into work with a smile on my face, even with wearing a three-piece suit. Of course, if it weren’t for this meeting, I wouldn’t be in it. I’d be in my usual jeans and a tee-shirt. Rome is more the suit wearing guy, but I have to do what I have to do.