Ashlyn
Mason climbed out of bed to check the time on his phone. I couldn’t help but stare, or more like drool, over his ass while he walked away. Mason pulled me from my dirty thoughts by clearing his throat.
“You’re never getting food if you keep looking at me like that.” He chuckled.
“And how am I looking at you?” I asked him while playing with my bottom lip. I was lying on my stomach with my upper body turned towards him with my elbow propping my head up. Mason smirked at me before he pulled his phone out of his jean pocket.
“Like you want to devour me.” He answered, looking down at his phone.
“You could always come back to bed and find out?” I purred, patting the space beside me while I smirked at him. He placed his phone on the nightstand and crawled into bed beside me. He rolled
