CHAPTER FOUR
MASON
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Twenty-four hours ago
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The day Lexi unfolded her long legs and reached out her hand, when Emily came to interview for my PA role, a blast of arousal struck me like a tornado. Her long dark hair, big green eyes and English accent had my pants tightening and hoping no one noticed my erection.
It wasn’t just that she was fucking gorgeous; it was that I could almost read the naughty thoughts in those green globes and the subtle smirk on her lips. Hints of jasmine and spice lingered in the air around her from her chosen scent.
Jesus.
In that moment I’d imagined her lowering to her knees, tugging out my cock and smiling broadly as she wrapped her lips around it.
She’d like it rough, too. I’d shove in hard, fisting her long hair and make her kiss my balls.
You see my problem?
Three fucking weeks. Three weeks of short skirts, tight fitting blouses, and heated glances. And my imagination filling the silence with all the dirty things I think Lexi would enjoy.
Three weeks of yes, Mr. Kinglsey and imagining Lexi under my desk sucking my cock.
Three weeks of watching her flirt with Terrance, who says her laptop is buggy. There is nothing wrong with that goddamn machine.
Terrance is getting fired.
I have to find a way to stop this obsession with her.
She’s in my world constantly. At work and with Emily and Sebastian getting married in a few weeks, there is a lot of wedding planning and events happening.
Tomorrow is the engagement party.
I should never have hired her; I should have just fucked her.
But Emily was supposed to fill the role of PA, and when we figured out she didn’t know how to use an important piece of software, but Lexi did, it felt like the fates had lined things up.
I hired her on the spot.
Stupid, I suppose—I didn’t even reference check her. To be fair, she’s done a great job so far. Apart from making me feel like a sexual predator every day.
It’s not normal to arrive at work, get an erection and then have to go home and jerk off.
I walk out and meet Andy, my marketing director, and Lexi at the elevator. We’re off to a client to present to them today.
“Let’s do this, team,”
Andy and I chat while Lexi stands that little bit too close to me. Our bodies slightly bump as the cab moves.
Christ.
When we arrive at the client’s, I watch Chen and Robyn eye her up and grind my teeth.
Then I catch myself. She doesn’t belong to me, so why should I care?
“Gentleman, welcome,” Robyn, the CEO, says. “And who do we have here?”
“Lexi, and yes, I’m from London.” She hugs her laptop, grinning.
He laughs.
“Well, let’s get you set up.”
Lexi follows him into the boardroom while I grumble silently about how that sounded way too sexual but can’t find a single thing to justify it.
I need more sleep.
An hour later, Andy wraps up, and I sit back and examine the client’s reaction.
“What do you think?” I ask Robyn.
“It’s good. We’ll do our due diligence and come back to you. Meanwhile, it’s Friday night. How about we all go up to the rooftop for a drink?” Robyn glances around the table.
Lexi’s eyes light up.
“I have my daughter's school play,” Andy says. “Next time.”
“Oh, I’d love to,” Lexi pipes up.
Chen looks pleased.
Robyn glances at me, a smile on his lips, which tells me his marriage isn’t all he’s made it out to be. Or she’s not aware of his extracurricular activities.
Lexi packs up, looking excited at the prospect of seeing more of NYC, and I can’t help but agree.
“Sure, we can spare an hour.”
It was after five, anyway, and while I’d seen the spectacular view from up there, I wanted to see the joy on her face.
It was worth it.
Lexi might be sassy, and driving me crazy, but she’s one of those people who seems to live life fully.
“Oh, my god. This is amazing up here.” She gasps. “Imagine waking up to this view every day.”
I do.
And I wanted to show her.
But that would mean taking her home.
Which was not happening.
“Let’s get you a drink,” Robyn says, and she follows him to the bar while I stay back, sliding my hands into my pockets, wondering how I can contain this growing desire to possess her.
To tell the world she is mine.
While also not doing that.
For the next hour or two, Robyn, Chen and three of their directors amuse themselves in her presence, casting dirty eyes over her extremely short dress and silky thighs.
Was I doing the same thing?
Lexi’s glistening eyes crossed to mine, and when I took in their naughty glint, I caught myself.
Does she know what she’s doing?
Is this all a game?
I felt the familiar cold wash through me.
Could she be another Sandy, framed with lush dark locks and wild green eyes? One that was lining me up to take everything I’d worked for?
Capable of poisoning my next glass of Macallan and dabbing at her eyes next to my grave?
I push away the paranoia, chastising myself for the insane rabbit hole I’m falling down.
And yet it hovers like a disease waiting to pull me under.
Much like my desire to fuck this woman who tosses her hair over her shoulder, laughs at the terrible jokes Robyn and the others throw out. She’s in control of the evening.
And she knows it.
Two drinks later, my willpower is fading.
We had to leave before I punched Robyn in the face, told him to fuck his money and dragged Lexi out of here like I was born in a cave.
It’s still not off the cards.
The sun has long since sunk in the horizon, and the safe lines of employee and employer have blurred.
I stand, reach out my hand and pull her to her feet. Which is not what a boss does, but whatever, it sends an alpha message to these men that she belongs to me.
They know.
Men know these things.
“If you get sick of this guy and want a job, give me a call.” Robyn slides Lexi his business card when she says goodbye.
“That job is sucking his cock, by the way,” I tell her when we reach the car.
“Don’t be revolting.” Lexi slides into the back seat and shakes her head. “But also, I am well aware of that.”
Of course she is.
My driver pulls away from the curb, and I shuffle in the seat getting comfortable, manspreading so my cock doesn’t ache so damn much.
“That was fun,” Lexi purrs.
My nostrils flare.
Does she purr in bed? Would she stretch out like a cat as I eat her pussy?
God, I’m sick.
Fucking horny.
And I really need to put space between us.
Lexi slides her hand over her tanned thigh, and my eyes follow as I clear my throat. “It’s good experience for you. Networking. Plus, I thought you’d enjoy the view.”
Lexi fans her face and lifts her long dark hair up off her neck.
Jesus Christ.
“Is it hot in here? Can we turn up the air?”
The glisten on her top lip almost does me over. It is unseasonably warm tonight, but I think there’s more to it.
I lean forward.
So does she.
Our hands brush against each other before we reach the knob, and I curse, heat and desire blasting straight to my cock, my control slipping.
Lexi shrinks back. “Shit, sorry.”
“Fuck. It’s fine.” I clench my jaw and then reach again and turn the temperature down.
The tension is so thick I swear I won’t be able to breathe in a minute.
Glancing outside the car as buildings flash past, I remind myself I’m her boss.
That Lexi is my PA.
Keep your hands off her.
I’ve drunk too much...
“Okay, this is ridiculous.” Lexi’s hand lands on my thigh. “We need to—”
I spin, grabbing her wrist tightly, removing it like it’s a hot iron, and glare.
“Don’t,” I rasp.
“Jesus, calm down.” She tries to rip her arm away, but I don’t let go.
I want to keep touching her.
When the car stops outside Obsidian Nexus, only then do I release her wrist. She rubs it, and my mind immediately goes to the silk tie in my bedroom that would look sexy as fuck wrapped around her arms and legs while I pleasure every inch of her.
An unspoken energy thrums between us, marching like an army.
I climb out, and she follows all the way into the elevator, where we stand like statues.
Ping.
We step out and walk side by side toward her desk and down to my office.
Lexi stops at her desk.
I keep walking.
This is for the best. She’ll leave, I’ll go to my bathroom and stroke my cock, thinking of her low cleavage, her silky breasts...
I stop in the middle of my office, my cock thick and aching. Dripping.
Fuck.
I drop my bag, spin around and stride back out. But Lexi is gone.
Where the hell is she?
I see the door to the supply closet ajar and try one more time to stop myself from making a really bad decision.
Fuck that.
Nothing can stop me—not even a hurricane. I want this woman, and I’m going to have her. Fuck the consequences.
I cross the hall and step inside the closet.
Lexi gasps, drops the handful of markers and pens she’s holding, and her entire body turns to jelly in my arms. Then I slam my mouth down on hers.
At fucking last.
She tastes like the fruity cocktail she’s drunk tonight and all the naughty things I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks. My tongue demands hers as my hand slides through the strands of her dark hair.
God this is fucking amazing.
“Mase,” Lexi moans.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I announce like it's news to both of us.
She loops her arms around my neck, biting my lip.
Pushing her back against the shelves, shit falls down around us, and I don’t care. I tug up her skirt, slide my hand over her soft bare ass, then yank on her thong until it snaps.
“You been wearing these tiny pieces of lace every day for me, Lexi?” I ask, my cock coming free as I unzip.
“You wish.” She yanks at my tie; buttons go flying as she licks my exposed chest.
Fuck me.
I knew she’d be a wildcat.
Next, I tug down her dress and hear a rip, but I am far from caring when her breasts come into view.
“Jesus.” I lift her leg and drag a finger through her pussy. “Fucking soaking.”
“That’s because you’re a tease. Watching me with your hungry eyes every day like you want to eat me.” Lexi licks my neck, then kisses me again like she’s starving.
We both are.
For one another.
“I do,” I confess, and press two fingers inside her. “I want to eat this pussy and jerk off onto these tits of yours, then have you take me all the way down your sassy throat.”
Her pussy contracts as she lets out a loud groan.
“Then do it,” Lexi cries as I speed up my finger fucking.
A flicker of sanity flashes before me, and I realize there’s no turning back now. I’m about to have sex with my employee in the supply closet.
I’m not sorry.
At all.
But I do need to be clear what this is, to set a boundary and any expectations.
Those wild eyes from earlier flash before me. Images of me lying on the ground from my poisoned glass of whisky.
“We do this once. Just once. Then this madness stops,” I growl.
“Agreed,” Lexi replies.
“Good. Same page,” I say, lifting her and slamming my cock inside her as I press her against the wall.
We both groan.
She’s hot and tight and everything I’d imagined.
Her breasts bounce in my face; her moans fill the room around us as she grips my hair and arches her neck.
I fuck her as if I’m claiming her in some tribal ritual that means what we do tonight cannot be undone.
On some level, I know that’s true.
I’m not sure I can regret it either.
“I’m going to come,” I grunt, “Fuck, tell me you’re close.”
“Yes, fuck yes, Mason.”
Both of us shudder as our bodies climax, and I feel the heat of my seed spurt down my shaft.
Oh crap.
Lexi grasps my hair, looking like a dangerous seductress as she falls apart.
Fucking gorgeous.
I lower her to the ground.
“I forgot a condom.”
“I’m on the pill.”
Thank fuck.
Then something just falls out of my mouth. Something I know I will later come to regret.
“Listen, I know Emily has ended up with her prince, but that’s not what this is. I need you to know that.”
Lexi pulls her dress down, and her eyes snap up to me, fury and hurt blending together as one.
“Fuck you, Mason. There are a lot of princes in this town; don’t flatter yourself.” She shoves at my chest.
Yeah, but not all of them are billionaires.