I woke up and lunged for the nearest thing that told time. 4:45—holy s**t. I rolled out of bed to my feet and was in the shower faster than I could’ve imagined. I impressed myself, but when the door opened, I met Mason’s lust-filled gaze and dropped the shampoo. I was going to be late for my second day of work.
My back hit the wall again as music started blaring below us. When he slid inside, he kept rhythm with the bass underneath. We were both climaxing during the bridge of the second song. As he let me back down, he braced an arm above me and gasped a few shuddering breaths. I grinned at the feeling of intoxication. Being with Mason was something I would never tire of, no matter the drama, no matter the obstacles. He made me alive. When I slid a hand up his chest and around his neck to
