“Sir, we’re here.”
Grant’s voice over the comm barely registered in Mason’s consciouses, so completely occupied as he was with Ines. Particularly all the delightful sounds she was making as he kissed her.
“Mason...” she gasped, pulling away. “I have to go.”
It was midnight. Their plane had taken off from San Francisco late, owing to him conveniently forgetting the time. In his defense, neither Ines nor he had been in any hurry to get out of bed. Now they were back in L.A., his Mercedes-Maybach Pullman just having pulled up in front of Ines's apartment.
She straddled his lap, her hands grasping his shoulders even as she made a half-hearted attempt at evading his kiss. "Really, Mason..."
“Hmm...” he murmured. When she turned away, he nipped at her jawline. “Aren’t you inviting me in?”
