She nodded and her cheeks pinked. “Yes, Sir,” she replied. “I went shopping today with Becky and Cassie.”

     Mason stopped in front of her and dragged a finger down her cheek, her neck, and between her breasts. He felt her shiver in anticipation as he inspected her new underwear.

     “I like it, poppet,” he said, his voice husky. He threaded his fingers through her hair, grasping the back of her neck as he lowered his mouth to hers in a harsh, deep kiss.

     “I have more,” she said when he lifted his lips. “All those bags—”

     “Hush now,” he whispered against her neck. “You can tell me later. We have...