After a few more strokes, Mason followed and emptied himself inside me.
I laid on the hood of someone’s car, boneless but satiated. Mason pulled out and buried his head in my belly, breathing me in.
At that moment, I didn’t regret what we had done but was sure that once I could scrape my remaining brain cells together, the reality of the situation would catch up with me.
Mason helped me off the car and gave me my clothes back. I pulled my pants back on and he put my arms into the sleeves of my hoodie and zipped me up, kissing the tip of my nose when he got to the top.
I loved this side of him. It made me feel cherished. And I wished things were different, because unless I was reading the signs wrong, he wanted this thing between us almost as much as I did.
After he led me to the couch in the office he went to the bathroom. I was still in an orgasm fog, a happy smile on my face.
“What are you smiling at?” Mason asked, walking out of the hallway.
“You. Us. What we just did.”
“I hope that means we can do it again.”
“Is that a real question?” I asked and stood up, unable to be in the same room with him and not touch him.
I snuggled under his arm and he pulled me close. My cheek was resting on one of his pecks, and I could have happily stayed like this for hours.
“Wanna grab some dinner?” Mason asked into my hair.
“Can’t. I have plans with David.”
I felt Mason’s body tense up and his arm dropped from around me.
“Okay. Then what about tomorrow?”
I looked at his chest, unable to meet his eyes. “I don’t think we should go out anywhere.”
“Excuse me?”
“You know, since I’m engaged to David.”
“You told me it was a business arrangement.”
“And it is. But that doesn’t mean I can just publicly hook up with someone else.”
“Ah, that’s where she’s hiding. I was wondering when your bitch would come out. But at least she’s honest. I guess I know where I stand. Good for a quick fuck, but not good enough to spend time with.”
“What? No, that’s not what I meant at all.”
“Save it.” His shoulders were slumped, and he looked defeated. I hated seeing him this way and hated it even more that it was me who made him look like that.
“Please don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what? Tell the truth? I’m just glad I came to my senses before this thing could go any further.”
“Please,” I whispered.
“If you go back, then that’s it. We’re done.”
My heart broke all over again at his words. “Mason, don’t do this. I can’t back out.”
He looked at me one last time, his eyes dull, his mouth drawn tight. And then he left the office, the door closing softly behind him. I think I would have preferred his wrath.
What I was doing wasn’t fair to Mason, but I lost my head every time he was close. And when he showed the slightest bit of interest, I lost all self-control. Today was the perfect example.
