"No." She scrubs her hands over her face like she's trying to get her head together. "You were a prophetic parrot named Heathcliff, and you and Oscar ate the mailman."
"Jesus Christ." I chuckle, striding forward to kiss the fuck out of her. "At least I wasn't a serial killer."
"You ate a mailman, Mason," she mumbles before melting into my embrace with a soft sigh.
I palm her ass, squeezing one plump cheek.
She gasps, grinding against me.
"Keep that up, and it won't be your doorknob getting drilled today, Olive," I growl, nipping her lip before I set her away from me. "I came to work."
She looks me up and down, licking her lips. "Are you going to do it shirtless?"
I set the bags on her coffee table, chuckling. "Is that a hint, Rebel?"
"Maybe."
I reach over my shoulder, yanking my shirt up over my head. It lands on her couch before I meet her gaze, smirking. "Happy now?"
"What?" Her gaze crawls all over me, her eyes glossy. Christ, I love the way she's looking at me like she wants to climb me and have her filthy way.
"You happy now, baby?"
"Almost," she whispers. "Ask again when you're sweaty."
"I'll do that."
She grins at me, completely unrepentant, and I swear to Christ, I feel myself falling harder. I don't know what kind ofmagic she has or what the fuck this is, but I like it. A whole fucking lot.
"Grrr."
I glance down in time to see Oscar come racing out of the hallway, ready to fuck me up. It's hard to take him seriously when he's in pajamas with rubber ducks all over them and a goddamn bonnet. When he realizes it's just me, he skids to a stop at my feet, his warning growl turning to an excited yip.
"Hey, Killer." I scoop him up in one hand, stroking his tiny nose. "You babysitting your mama today?"
His tongue lolls out.
"More like he's going to terrorize me while I bathe him," she mutters, watching him with a smile on her face.
"He doesn't like baths?"
"Oh, he does. It's getting him out that's the problem." She rolls her eyes. "He hasopinionsabout being evicted from his spa."
"You want me to bathe him?"
"I can do it." She flashes me a bright smile, gathering her hair back into a quick ponytail. "I'm going to make breakfast first. Are you hungry?"
I look her up and down. "I could eat."
Her cheeks turn pink. "For food, Mason."
"I could eat," I repeat, smirking. "Matter of fact…" I set Oscar on his feet before stalking toward her.
"W-what are you doing?" she asks, licking her lips when I hook my hands around her waist, boosting her up onto a desk pushed up against the wall.
"I want dessert first," I growl.
She whimpers, her eyes going glossy. The pulse in her throat jumps.