FORTY SIX – DIRTY PLEASURES

MIRA

I cannot breathe

I try to flip to my side, struggling to draw in much needed air, but a hot blanket falls over my stomach, keeping me in place.

I freeze, panic searing my veins as my eyes fly open. I turn my head to the side and my eyes meet the sharp lines of a devilishly handsome face. I breathe a sigh of relief. Mason.

I think I've got a few precious minutes before that cold gaze comes to life, so I use it to study him.

Staring at him, I realise that "handsome" is indeed an understatement. His well chiseled jaw, perfect nose and perfectly shaped brows makes Adonis, the Greek god, sound like a bad joke.

This is one man Vanessa would call God's gift to womankind. Even in sleep, he looks so…intense. He probably signs business contracts and yells at me in his dreams. I almost giggle at the thought.

He makes a deep groaning sound and my pulse leaps in surprise. His head moves and a lock of dark hair falls over his forehead. I hold my breath, waiting for him to settle down.

When h