*Esmé’s POV*
We were finally on our way back to New York after a hectic couple of days. I still couldn’t believe that I could convince Caputo to let me handle his business deals here in New York until I could pay him back for all the customs weapons I ordered. The s*xūal tension between Mason and I multiplied, and I was dying to rip his clothes off.
I was currently sitting down on the jet, looking out the window, thinking back to when I took off my thong and handed it to him as soon as I got onto the jet. He had this tendency to leave me hot and bothered, and guess what? Two could play that game. I could sense something that one or both of them were holding back about, as they were both very quiet and usually bickering.
I looked at them both and then decided to break the silence. “So
