“Nah, you’re fine. I’m just going to sign these docs, and then I’m done too.”
“Have a good night then, Jada.” I flash her a wink before heading out.
The moment I get home, I smell food cooking in the kitchen. When I see Sophie at the stove, stirring something, I quietly walk closer and softly brush her hair off her shoulder. I feel her shiver, but she doesn’t say a word. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, giving me the access I crave.
Lowering my face, I press a kiss below her ear and then down her neck. Sophie continues stirring the pasta sauce, and if I wasn’t so damn hungry, I’d tear her ass away and haul her into the bedroom.
“Mmm…Liam. You’re home early.” She moans, releasing a deep sigh.
Liam? My eyes pop open, my hand stalling on her waist.
“I hope you’re hungry,” she continues, her voice sweet like honey. “Because I was thinking we’d start with dessert first.” A deep growl escapes my throat. Then she wiggles her ass against my dick. “Mmm…what do you think?”
I cup her ass cheek after slapping it and earn a squeal in return.
“Ooh, dessert first it is.” Sophie arches her back, sticking that ass out further. Then she looks over her shoulder and bursts out laughing. “Oh, come on! Nothing?” She chuckles as if she’s the only one in on this joke.
Because she is.
Sophie turns off the burner, then spins around to face me. “You’re no fun when you don’t play along.” She gives me a pouty face.
“You called me Liam…” I step back, crossing my arms.
“Hence, the joke!” She cackles. “Not funny?” Sophie bites her bottom lip as if she’s trying to hold back a smirk.
“Not even close.” I grab her waist, then haul her over my shoulder. She shrieks, and I smack her butt again. “And after the day I’ve had, I’m about to show you just how not funny that was.”
“Mason!” she shouts, hitting my back. “Put me down.”
“I’m about to make sure you never forget my name again…” I walk into her room and lock the door behind me. “Starting with stripping you naked.”
“I didn’t forget your name…” she argues with a playful tone.
I toss her on the mattress, then tower over her. “In fact, I should tie your naughty little ass to the bed.”
“Mason…no.” Her expression turns serious, and I immediately regret the words. That asshole Dalton taped her to a chair, leaving her helpless and scared for her life.
“You know I’d never hurt you, Soph.” I lean down and kiss her, rubbing the pad of my thumb against her cheek. “If I tie you up, it’d only be to please you. Never anything else.”
Sophie smiles with a nod, then wraps her legs around my waist, completely pulling me on top of her. “I do know that, but maybe instead of tying me up, you can use handcuffs.” She waggles her brows, then smirks. “I have some.”
I pull back, shocked. “You do?”
“They were a gag gift,” she explains, shrugging. “But they totally work.”
“Okay.” Leaning back, I reach behind my neck and tear off my shirt. “I have a few ideas.” I wink, and she points to her nightstand. After digging to the bottom, I find them, and once I’ve stripped her down to her bra and panties, I cuff her hands in front of her.
“Keep your arms up, baby…” I tell her, raising them above her until they reach the headboard. “Don’t move.”
I slide my tongue between her lips and cup her cheeks. The kiss turns hot and passionate, and I have to push her hands back twice.
“Hands up,” I remind roughly.
“Mason…” she whines, moaning. “You’re torturing me.”
“I’m just getting started, baby.” I wink, then lower myself down her body, feathering kisses between her breasts and down her stomach. Once I’m between her legs, I move her panties to the side and slide my tongue over her.
Sophie moans and wiggles underneath me, but when I slip two fingers inside and suck on her clit, she shakes and arches her hips. I love how her body responds and how hot she gets when I touch her.
It’s been two weeks since our very first time, and when we make love, it never feels like enough. We always want more—more of each other, more togetherness. After breezing through a dozen condoms in only a few days, Sophie suggested we get tested together, and since she has an IUD, we didn’t have to worry about an unexpected pregnancy. The moment our results came back that we were both clean, we ditched them and have gotten a bit carried away. In the shower, in the kitchen, on the table, her bed, my bed, the dining room. Now I don’t have to worry about stocking condoms all over the damn house.
Knowing Sophie’s history, I always make sure to ask her before doing anything she might not like. Even though she told me not to treat her like she’s fragile, I also know how triggers work, and the last thing I want to do is remind her of something those assholes did to her.