“I missed you too.” I gasp as we both come up for breath.
“We need to discuss that, don’t we?”
I could kick myself for inadvertently bringing up his business trip and my missing him, again. “I thought we were doing your lunch menu,” I say to sidestep a serious discussion.
“Did you finish your work for Sean?” He startles me with another switch of topic.
“Yes, and he isn’t expecting to see me til late afternoon, or at least hoping not to.” I think of the uncomfortable atmosphere that hadn’t completely dispersed by the time I left for lunch.
“Why does he hope not to see you?” Mason’s wearing a frown, still holding me in place against the door while snaking one hand under my skirt, tracing a path towards my thigh.
“We had a few words, about you, and I might have mentioned that you were married to Arianna.” I offer him an apologetic frown, making his fingers pause.
“We’ll talk about that later too. Why did you have words about me? And I was married to Arianna, it’s no secret, now let’s get on with lunch.” He grins, moving his hand north again. “Oh baby, you appear to have lost something.”
“I thought we might be stuck for time,” I say with an embarrassed cringe.
“So, you took your pants off?” He is now wearing a very sexy smile as his fingers dig into my behind.
I shrug, feeling a little foolish until Mason’s mouth is on my neck and jaw, nibbling and caressing its way to my ear. “I love the idea of you naked beneath your skirt, for me, ready for me, baby. God, that makes me so hard thinking that whenever I see you around the office, I’ll be wondering whether you’re fully dressed or not. The idea of sneaking up behind you and lifting your skirt up and seeing your naked arse and pussy, waiting for my touch.”
I am gasping and digging my nails into Mase’s shoulders at his words that are exciting me as much as his hand that has made its way to my molten core that he is teasing with a single finger.
“Oh my,” I moan. “I love your dirty words.” Neither of us laughs, especially not when I feel a long, thick digit enter me. “Mase, oh yes, babe.” I groan with a slight arch of my back.
“What do you want, baby? You want my mouth or hands?”
I have no idea which I want because his hands work quickly and guarantee satisfaction, but his tongue, while it takes a little longer, not much though, feels absolutely exquisite, like I never knew either could.
“Both,” I finally admit as his finger moves inside me at the same time that his tongue licks the shell of my ear.
“So greedy, Livy,” Mase whispers against my ear making me shudder as he carries me to the sofa where he gently lies me back against the soft chenille throw covering the leather upholstery.
Chapter 21
Mason
That really has to be the best lunch hour of my life, I think with a self-satisfied smirk. Olivia fidgets against me on the sofa where she gained her request for my mouth and fingers before I eventually bent her over the back of it and fucked her until we both came, by which time I think she was up to five orgasms and that could explain why she is now stretched out next to me sleeping. I could really get used to this, lunchtime sex with Olivia, but more than that, the idea of her being here, in my home and my office really appeals to me meaning I am fucked with this woman in every way possible. Carefully, I manage to extricate myself from the space between Olivia and the back of the sofa to redress before preparing us both some lunch.
Adding the finishing touches to my signature tomato and basil pasta I feel Olivia behind me but nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her standing at the entrance to my kitchen wearing her underwear and blouse I’d removed for her earlier with her skirt in her hand ready to be put on.
“You are bad for my work ethic and time keeping,” she accuses with a sleepy smile that makes me want to strip her again, drag her off to bed and forget lunch and work.
“Why? We used an official lunch hour and now we can have a working lunch to discuss my office requirements.” I impress myself with the conviction in my voice.
“So, we’re going to discuss work then, over lunch?” She knows full well that I have no desire to discuss work with her.
“We can, if you want to.”
“Can I do anything?” She points to the pasta I am giving a final stir.
“Nope, just park your arse,” I tell her as I serve the food into two bowls and grab some bruschetta that I place next to the soft drinks I’d already selected.
“I could get used to this,” she says as she puts the first forkful of pasta into her mouth.
“So could I.” The suggestive raise of my eyebrows makes her giggle before the flavours of the pasta hit her taste buds and then she lets out an appreciative moan that I find a real turn on; the opening of her mouth as she moans and then licks her lips, the movement of her neck swallowing the food, and finally the glossy pout she ends up with. Jeez, I really need to stop viewing everything she does as sexual and erotic.
“This is really nice.” She reaches for her drink.
