Page 12 of Please Open Me
My heart skipped a beat.Fuck.But I pushed through the discomfort.
Forcing a tight-lipped smile, I opened the cupboard. Could I gaslight her into thinking she’d taken it this morning? Probably not.
But… I could distract her.
Once again, I grabbed her pills, but this time, instead of tossing one, I dangled it above her head.
Her gaze narrowed as she outstretched a palm. I clicked my tongue and shook my head.
“Say please,” I cooed.
“Do youwantanother baby?” she asked, planting her hands on her hips. I fought the urge to smile.
“No, I want my kitten to be polite.” I shook the packet, causing the pills to rattle.
Mason cocked her hip against the counter. She tried to look angry, but all she accomplished was looking cute as fuck.
“Please, Lucian, can I have my birth control?” I teased, trying my best to imitate her voice.
“Give me the fucking pill!” she snapped.
First noodle cravings. Now mood swings.
Yeah, Mason was pregnant.
That meant there was no way in hell she was getting these.
Without looking, I tossed the pack over my shoulder. It landed with a dull thud that sounded like it hit the top of the cabinet.
Mason’s eyes widened as she gasped.
“You get that down rightnow,” she ordered, punctuating her demand with a sassy little snap of her fingers. Normally I didn’t like being told what to do, but Ilovedthat my girl felt comfortable enough around me to boss me around.
Still, her little ass wasn’t in charge.
“You do it,” I said, leaning back against the counter.
“I’m not tall enough!”
Ooh, her cheeks were turning red. She waspissed.
“Then climb.” I gestured to the counter with a lazy tilt of my chin.
She hesitated for a beat, looking up at the cabinets and then down at the counter. With the world’s smallest groan, she pushed past me and started to hoist herself up.
“You’re a dick,” she grunted.
Andthatcrossed a line. I waited for her to fully climb up before plucking her off the surface like she weighed nothing. A gasp rocketed through her chest as I spun her around, pinning her against the stainless steel fridge. Her legs encircled my waist like a hungry python getting ready to squeeze the life out of its prey.
“You’re not in charge, fucktoy,” I hissed, my lips grazing the shell of her ear.
When I pulled back, her freckles were blooming with color, and her pupils were blown wide. Mason liked sex more than most porn stars—not a judgment, just a fact. She was open about what she liked. How she liked it.Whoshe liked it with.
And from the look on her face? It wasn’t hard to figure out she hadn’t gotten off this morning.
Yet.
Still holding her against the fridge, I let one hand slip under the thin material of her tank top. My fingers slid over her silky-smooth skin until I reached her breasts. I pinched her nipple, feeling it pebble beneath my fingers.
