Chapter 5 #2
“I’m going to get a drink,” I shout.
Lucy shakes her head. “Nuh-huh. We’ll come with you,” she mouths over the music.
“I’m fine!”
Megan grabs her around the neck and spins her onto the dance floor and I slip off before she can stop me. I laugh at them as I walk backwards and towards the bar.
Just as I turn, I bump into a solid chest, completely losing my balance. Big hands catch my waist taking my weight and pulling me into him as I sway. My face catches his white shirt and I cringe as my foundation marks it. “I’m so sorry.” I apologise, lifting my face from the shirt to his face.
Okay. He’s hot.
“Hi.” He smiles a swoon-worthy smile, sliding his hands slowly from my body and leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You good, baby girl?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and…” I wipe over the mark on his right pec and it flexes under my fingers.
“I’m Pax.”
“Pax?” I question, taking his outstretched hand.
“Yeh, Paxo. My mum’s a dickhead.”
My eyes bug out and then I laugh, unable to help it. “Oh no, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at your name, I just…” Oh god, Nina. “I’m Nina.” I mentally slap myself for being so rude.
His eyes roam my body and then he smiles down at me. “You want to dance?”
“No, sorry. I was on my way to the bar.”
“Let me buy it.”
I roll my lips. Should I let him buy me a drink? “Okay,” I answer quickly, not thinking too much on it.
“I’ve not seen you here before—”
“Do I come here often? Really?” I smile, feeling my dimples pop on my cheeks.
“Can’t blame a guy for trying. I knew you’d be hard work.
” His lip twitches as he leans on the bar, biting his lip as he watches me.
He is too much. The type of man to suck you in with his charm and then spit you out Sunday morning.
He’s too beautiful to be single and not be a player.
But I’d be lying if I said his charm wasn’t working.
“Sorry.” I chuckle.
He steps closer to me. “I like that laugh,” he rasps out.
I swallow, watching as his eyes flick between my own and then drop to my lips.
“How about that dance?” I ask.
“Yeah?” He grins.
I nod, taking his outstretched hand as he leads me to the dance floor. It’s busy, and bodies push us together as we find a free spot. Instantly his hands find me, roaming my body expertly. As if he knows me.
I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel good.
To be touched—held.
“Your body is phenomenal,” he rasps into my ear.
I close my eyes, putting my back to his front. I roll my hips into him. My body thrums with arousal, a taste of something I’ve not truly felt in so long, begging to be let out and explored.
His hands smooth up my ribs, his palms large and strong. He’s always been so strong. Always known how to touch me in the right places. Always known how to get me right where he wants me, right on the edge of insanity. Our lips brush and the taste of something sweet has my eyes snapping open.
What the fuck am I doing?
I pull back, searching the room until I spot the door I’m looking for. “I’m so sorry.”
Pushing off from his chest, I stalk towards the office, thankful to find it’s unlocked when I get there. Stepping inside, I drop back against the door, pinching my eyes closed and taking a moment to find my peace.
Mase
“What the fuck are you doing, Pix?”
I watch on the monitor as Nina stumbles into the back office, pushing the door closed and leaning against it. I can see her chest heaving, and although I know I can’t connect the sound from my home office, I still fiddle with the volume, trying to hear her.
Her hand comes up and grips her throat.
“What’s wrong?” I murmur.
Her hand slides down her body, and my eyes follow their trail.
What is she wearing? Is that even an outfit?
Why would Vinny allow her out of the damn car?
I frown as she slides her hand up the inside of her thigh, subconsciously ducking my head lower as if it will miraculously allow me a better view.
“Fuck!”
What is she doing?!
She fiddles for a second, allowing my imagination to drift.
My dick is instantly hard.
I should stop watching, she’d have my ass if she knew I could see her. I shouldn’t want to even watch this.
I pull out my phone and text Benny.
Mase
Lock the office door
Benny
Nina went in five minutes ago
I shake my head. Fucking idiot.
I know. Wait at the bar and watch your phone
Her hand moves over herself slowly. The slightest movement in the material of her shirt is the only indicator of what she’s doing to herself.
I palm my cock through my gym shorts, trying to ease the throbbing ache, but it only makes me grow harder.
Fuck.
Her eyes are tightly closed, and I wonder what she’s thinking about, because all I can picture in my mind is me on my knees with my head buried between her legs—just like the first time she was up against that door.
Sliding my shorts over my hips, I release my cock. It stands to attention, precum already coating the tip. It’s been too long. Wrapping my hand around the base, I fist it slowly, with just the right amount of pressure to make it feel like her.
As if she knew what I needed, she lifts the material of her shirt, sliding her other hand down to work herself.
“Good girl.”
Her head hits the door and I watch as a smile creeps onto her face. It’s euphoric and like a fucking spear to my heart.
My balls grow tight as her hand goes tense, her hips moving against her fingers in slow circles. I can tell she’s close.
I start to work myself faster, stroking myself relentlessly as I watch Nina come undone against my office door. I can see her panting. I can see her chest as it rises and falls, her release tethering only a fingertip away.
Get her out of there. Knock
Hot cum leaks out and over my fingers, and my eyes fight to stay open, but I keep them glued to her.
She jumps away from the door, her hand instantly falling from her pussy. She smooths out the creases in her shirt and then palms her hand over her perfectly straight hair.
“Sorry, baby. Not on my watch.” Not if it’s not my orgasm.
I grab a tissue from my desk to clean myself up and then pull my shorts back over my hips and wait.
Benny walks in and I see them talk for a moment, but then he leaves, closing the door and leaving her in the room.
I dial his number.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“She needed a minute.”
“I told you to get her out.”
She places herself back in front of the door and I think she’s going to carry on, but then she slides to the ground and holds her face.
What the hell.
“Shall I go back inside?”
“No.” I hang up.
She looks to the ceiling and wipes at her cheek, and I instantly want to go to her.
What’s wrong with her? She was about to come twenty seconds ago.
I don’t know how long she sits there for, on the cold floor of my office, staring at the same spot on the ceiling. But I sit with her, hoping she doesn’t feel as alone as she looks. I sit long after she gets up and puts on her brave face. And I sit long after she leaves.
She always leaves.