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She closed her eyes, soaking in his touch and his voice. “I think the door is the most complicated part.”
“You thinking a book lever, or a candle that you pull?”
“Mmmm, probably a book. Something classic.”
“Makes sense.” His cock nudged her lower back.
“Mason?”
“Hmm?”
“You’re turned on, talking about bookshelves?” she teased.
He spun her around in his arms, his eyes turning to burning embers of coal. “I kinda have a thing for sexy librarians.”
“I’m a bookstore owner.”
“Tomato, tah-mah-tow.”
Pippa licked her lips before her eyes darted to the desk in the center of the room. Flashes of Mason laying her out on it and feasting on her pussy before bending her back over it and pounding her from behind played vividly in her mind’s eye.
“We can’t.” Pippa wasn’t sure if she was telling Mason or herself. Troy was outside. This was her business. And she wasn’t ready. If only her lady parts would get that memo.
“I know. But being around you gives me a constant hard-on. So just ignore it for now. That’s what I do.”
“Maybe we should get out of here.”
“I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh yeah? What is it?”
He grinned, a sparkle in his eyes. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”
An hour later, Pippa held Lady’s leash as she nervously peeked over the ledge of the Black Cliffs. “I can’t believe people actually jump from this high up.”
Mason placed his hand protectively on the small of her back. “They don’t jump from here, but over there.” He pointed to the left. “Closer to the beach.”
She peered down into the dark blue-green water with jagged rocks sticking out so far below and swallowed nervously. “Still.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged her back to the green, plaid picnic blanket he’d laid out for them. “Hungry?”
“I could eat.” She sat and crisscrossed her legs. Lady lay in the grass by her side as Mason settled next to her on the blanket and opened the picnic basket.
“I never would have guessed you owned one of these.”
He shrugged. “Comes in handy with a daughter who loves tea parties and picnics at the beach . . . or, she used to.”
Pippa laughed, imagining a big, strong Mason holding a plastic pink teacup while wearing a beaded necklace.
“What?”
“I’m just thinking of you having a tea party with Aspen. I think it’s sweet.”
“Did your dad do stuff like that with you when you were little?”
Pippa grabbed a cracker and layered it with some meat and cheese from the charcuterie board he’d brought. “He did when he could. Once the seizures started, we spent a lot of time in the hospitals, or he’d be at work trying to pay for what our limited insurance didn’t cover. He would read to me while I was in the hospital bed, though.” She smiled wistfully. “His voice has a soothing quality, and he did all the different characters' voices.”
“He sounds like a great dad.”
