Chapter 3Mason was never far from my mind. Part of that was the newness of the turn in our relationship. The butterflies every time I saw his name pop up when he texted or called. That flutter of anticipation of seeing him again.
But part of it—maybe most of it—was that it had been a really long time since I’d had a Dom who got me. Waiting to take things to the next level was hard, but I tried to be patient. Mason was in charge, and I accepted that. If I was more of a brat, I would have pushed and poked and prodded. But that wasn’t me. So I waited, and wanted, and just seeing his name on my phone got my adrenaline pulsing.
It was the worst when he texted me when I was at work, because I had to keep my professional face intact and I couldn’t let my body react how it wanted. At home it was
