Stepping back, he tugs on his tie, his eyes boring into me as I lie spread out on his desk. He undoes three buttons then pulls his shirt over his shoulders. Revealing his solid chest and chiselled abs to me.
His hands grasp the backs of my knees and pull me to the edge of the desk, and then he is penetrating me.
As always, it’s rough and fast and all at once. His head drops to mine as he squeezes his eyes tight. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I latch onto his lips as he starts to rock into me, rolling his hips. One hand grips me behind the neck as his tongue ravishes my mouth, whilst his other hand wraps around my back, lifting and guiding me onto his rock-hard cock.
Our pelvises grind together on every roll of his hips, and I know he is close. I’m right there with him.
“I’m going to miss you. This,” I tell him, looking into his eyes.
He frowns at first in confusion, but then his face breaks out into the most beautiful smile. “I will miss you, too.”
Our eyes hold as he picks up the pace, driving into me faster and harder until we both fall over the edge.
“I love you, Mase,” I pant out between ragged breaths as my heart beats fearlessly between us.
“I love you too.”
* * *
I standin front of Mason’s bathroom mirror, thanking my lucky stars he even has a bathroom in here.
Who has a shower in their damn office?
My hair is a wild mess, and my skirt is twisted. Mason leans against the doorframe watching as I use a flannel to wipe my chest.
He looks dark and dangerous, and if I weren’t in a hurry to get back to the girls, I’d be on him like a leech.
I already know the coming home sex is going to be wild.
He watches as I straighten my skirt, his eyes locked on my legs. “I can see your ass cheeks, Nina.” He readjusts himself in his trousers, and I smile, loving that even after two orgasms, I can still get him hard.
His brows draw in. “Is that…”
He steps up behind me as I feel warm liquid dripping from my centre, slowly running down my inner thigh. “Shit.” I go to wipe it away, but he is already there, his hand cupping me from behind and sliding over my already sensitive flesh.
“Booossman,” I hum, knowing I don’t have time.
His teeth sink into my neck, and he sucks, pushing three thick fingers into me, then spreading his cum through my folds and over my clit.
“Yes,” I groan, knowing I will come in a matter of seconds with how sensitive I am.
My head drops to his shoulder, and I look down my nose at us in the mirror. His lips lie open against my throat, his eyes trained on the mirror. Specifically between my legs where his hand works me.
I am one lucky, lucky girl.
* * *
My legs arelike jelly as I exit Mason’s office thirty minutes later, his hand sat low on my back as he guides me into the reception area. I planned to come here and get him off so I wouldn’t feel bad about going away, and I hoped he would be cool about it. I didn’t expect anything in return. Well, I knew I would get something out of it, but I feel like I’ve been well and truly fucked, not the other way around.
My cheeks flush as George looks up at me from behind the desk. I tried to tame my appearance, but I know I look like a hot mess, and I appreciate it when he doesn’t say a word, giving me a wink and then carrying on with his typing.
“Don’t miss your flight,” Mason tells me, tugging the strap of my bag higher on my shoulder for me.
“I won’t miss my flight.”
He nods his head and looks to the ground. My stomach twists with guilt. Should I be leaving him again so soon? It’s not been long since his father passed.
