We’ll see how he likes to be toyed with. I don’t have a suit, but I do happen to have on one of my favorite bras. It’s deep purple satin with an ivory lace overlay. Just like he did, I maintain eye contact as I reach for the bottom hem with both of my arms crossed. Slowly, I lift my arms revealing my tummy then my bra. When the material covers my face, I tug it off quickly dropping it as I watch his reaction.

He doesn’t disappoint when he reaches down over his shorts to grab himself, it’s from need, not to tease me. His eyes watch every move. I run my fingers over the swell of my breast then down between, traveling to the top of my shorts. His head drops slightly, he’s looking at me from under his brow. A low growl comes from his chest. Encouraging me to unbutton my shorts, I just pull down one side exposing my hip when I hear a man’s voice say, “Hey Mase, wher— oh shit!”

I launch myself behind Masen, clawing at his big body trying to hide. The front of my body slams to his back. I pull my arms up to cover as much of my sides as I can. Rocking my forehead back and forth, I utter, “Ahh no, no, no, please tell me he didn’t see what we were doing?”

He hasn’t moved, but an angry growl comes from him before he snaps, “What the fuck are you doing here?” His torso leans forward. I know me being behind him is the only thing stopping him from pummeling whoever he’s speaking to.

“I’m sorry, Alpha. I thought you asked to see me,” his voice is apologetic.

“Who told you I wanted to see you?” Masen snarls.

“Roxanne, Alpha. She said you wanted to discuss unMated marriage.” My heart gives a deep throb when I hear her name. Will she ever give up? “She lied! Now, fuck off before I lose what little control I have left,” he grates.

Moments pass before he turns so we’re facing each other. He wraps his big arms around me pulling me as close as possible. “You alright, Little One?” he asks kindly.

“Ugh, that was so embarrassing.” I laugh a little.

“I wasn’t embarrassed, baby. I was very mad though. He’s lucky I let him leave. I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She’s acting crazy. She knew right after I met you our romantic relationship was over, that there would never be a future for us.”

Our playful moment lost. I tell him, “I think I’ll just sit out here this time. You go ahead and swim.” What I really want to say is you should have broken it off completely, not kept sleeping with her. I hold my tongue, kiss his chest right over his heart, then move out of his arms. I find my shirt on the ground, trampled by my own feet. I pick it up to shake it out, but Masen leans down, picking up his shirt from the towels.