CHAPTER TEN
MASON
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What is Lexi doing here? I explicitly told her to get someone else to serve the drinks and afternoon tea for the meeting.
It’s clear as day she’s in pain.
God, she’s stubborn.
I watch as she moves around the room, lifting jugs and plates onto the table, my thighs clenched, forcing myself to stay put.
Ezra, Andy and one of my senior sales managers, Gabriel, from my team pay her no attention, but I notice Mark Harrow, of Harrow I’ll find a way around her sexy defenses. Let’s face it, Lexi Grant is as attracted to me as I am.
It’s a dangerous idea to want to date my PA, my best friend’s bridesmaid. Emily’s BFF. And I don’t know if I’d call it dating so much...
I guess it is.
A date leading to a delicious evening of sex. Pleasure we are both after.
And if I’m honest, satisfying her so the Terrance’s and Craig’s of the world will fuck right off.
Lexi bends to get napkins from the lower tray on the trolley, and every man in the room stares at her ass.
I clear my throat.
The meeting continues.
Jesus fucking Christ. We are all animals.
When she straightens, her eyes lock with mine, her face pale as if she’s seen a ghost.
Is her wrist broken? Did she even go to the doctor or simply wrap it with some items she purchased from the pharmacy?
I should have damn well checked.
I clench my fist as I nod to Mark and Ezra, keeping the conversation flowing.
Then I hear her whispered curse as she slides a heavy plate into the middle of the table.
I clear my throat again and push my chair back an inch. Lexi’s eyes snap to mine, dart over to Mark Harrow for some odd reason, then drop.
I frown.
The CEO is English, and it never occurred to me they might know one another.
I understand he’s married, and anyway, he’s too old for her, even if he is only a few years older than me.
He watches her pack up the cart and head to the door, and because I’d studied body language and facial expressions for business and negotiation purposes, I know enough to know Mark is affected by her presence.
What I don’t know is why.
And I don’t fucking like it.
Has she fucked him?
My arm slaps down on the table by accident, capturing everyone’s attention, including Lexi’s as she opens the door.
I hold those green globes; demanding answers she can’t give me right now, and all I see is guilt.
She hurries out, and I’m left simmering in my fury.
What the hell is going on?
Distracted, I find it difficult to stay focused and ignore the way Mark keeps glancing between me and the doorway.
Wanting to kill this potential big customer because he may have seen my PA’s tits is not a great way to do business.
I don’t like that he may have had his dirty fingers on her.
His mouth.
Fuck.
“Excuse me, gentlemen.” I push my chair back. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
Ezras shoots me a confused glance but continues as I stride over to the door and slip out.
I draw a breath then round the corner, finding Lexi at her desk.
Those damn guilty eyes lift.
“My office. Now.”
“Mason, I—”
“Now, Lexi,” I growl.
I stand just inside the door, and she walks past me as I slam the door shut and cross my arms.
“I can explain.” She holds out her injured hand as I lift a brow. “Well, actually I can’t—”
I close the gap, stopping way too close, and take her arm.
“First, have you had medical treatment?” I ask, aware that a very important business meeting is carrying on without me while I play fucking doctor with my PA.
She blinks.
“It’s an easy question, Lexi. Have you had treatment?”
“Yes,”
“Pain meds?”
She nods. “I went home to get them at lunch.”
My thumb rolls over her bare skin, my gaze searching her face.
“Did you fuck him?” I ask, and listen, I know it’s inappropriate, and that I have zero claim on this woman right now after my behavior, but I need to know.
I need to know every man she’s slept with, and right now I think I’ll seek them out and dismember them.
I’m not a murderer.
That’s insane.
“Craig?”
“You fucked Craig?!” I raise my voice.
“No. Who are you talking about?”
“How many men have you fucked? Jesus.” I tighten my hold, and she flinches.
Shit.
“In my whole life or while in America?”
“Swear to god, Lexi, answer my damn question. Have you or have you not slept with Mark Harrow?” I demand, taking her hips and pulling her close to me.
She recoils.
“No!”
My hand is threading through her hair. “I fucked up. I can’t focus on goddamn anything. I still want you.”
“You came out of your meeting to tell me that?” she breathes, and I need to know if she’s wet.
My hand tugs up her skirt and slides around to her supple ass, slipping my fingers under the lace.
“No.” Yes. Maybe.
“Mason, fuck.” She gasps as I find her wet entrance.
“This better be for me.” I growl, guiding her over to my desk and lifting her onto it. Then I yank her skirt right up and tear off her panties.
“As you crazy? You are like Jekyll and Hyde, I swear to...oh god, yes.”
I crouch, swiping my tongue through her pink flesh, and moan. “Christ,”
Buttons on her shirt pop open as she leans back, fighting not to rest on her injured wrist, but I’m too hard, too horny to care right now.
“This is what I came out for.” I insert two fingers, watching her face as her defenses fall away, replaced by exquisite pleasure. I tug my teeth on her clit, sucking it and letting it pop free, then suck it again as my fingers move inside her faster and faster.
Reaching down, I unzip my pants and pull out my thick, hard cock. Stroking, I know I don’t have time, but I want Lexi to be clear what this is.
Other than insanely erotic office sex.
Pressing my cock at her entrance, I grab her long hair and kiss her. “I want to take you on a date.”
She huffs out a laugh rich with lust. “You went about this backwards, cowboy.”
Smirking, I press my head in.
“Say yes.”
We both moan, needing more.
But I know she needs encouragement after my dick move the last time. Pun not intended.
She shakes her head. “You don’t want this.”
“Oh, I want this.” I slide in more. “So you do. Much more of this. Say yes, Lexi. Have dinner with me. Then let me play with your gorgeous body and show you how much better this can get.”
“Shit.” One hand grips my shirt. “You play dirty.”
I thrust right in, deep. “You better believe it, baby. Say yes, and I’ll make you come so hard right now, you’ll never say yes to another man again.”
Her green eyes are almost furious with me when she throws her head back and cries out the word I want to hear.
Yes.
Smiling momentarily, it fades as I increase the friction and my climax rushes to the surface.
Her tits are almost exposed, her pussy bare and full of my cock as I fuck her on my desk.
Jesus, fuck, I’m in heaven.
I’m in Lexi.
Instead of my goddamn meeting.
Faster I plow, our moans pulsing as one when my orgasm shatters and blows from my body. I collapse over her, panting and breathing in her ambrosian scent.
Jasmine and spice.
“I’ll pick you up at seven.” I kiss her neck as I slide out, reaching for the tissues on my desk.
Lexi collapses, almost taking out my monitor, and shakes her head.
“I feel like this might be coercion.”
I smile, lean over after tossing the tissues in the trash and kiss her. “Clean up. Someone might come in.”
She sits up in a rush. “Didn’t you lock the door?”
I shake my head, chuckling, and as I stride over to it, she calls my name.
“Mason, wait!”
“Gotta go, baby. Let’s talk tonight.” I smile back at the sexy sight behind me. Just before the click of the lock separates us, I hear her curse.
I’m never that foolish in business.
I was in a damn client meeting.
But goddamn, I feel a whole lot better than I did when I walked out of it. When I return, my chest will be bigger, and I’ll know the woman they were all gazing at belongs to me.
Or at least, she’s off the table for anyone else.
What this means about our relationship and Lexi’s role in the company, I don’t know.
Ten minutes ago, the need to fuck her, make sure she knows I am not happy about her being with any other man was all-encompassing.
Raw.
I might regret it later, but in this moment I don’t.
The paranoia that usually haunts me has taken a back seat. It’s still scratching at my mind, seeking dominance, but it can fuck off.
There really is no evidence to prove Lexi is after my money or would kill me to get it. First, she’d need to be married to me, and we both know that is never happening.
Tonight at dinner, I’ll speak to her about a regular friends-with-benefits situation. Exclusive, of course. I don’t want her with any other man.
Then, during the day, she’s my PA.
That would work.
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LEXI
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This is bad.
Not the sex. That was amazing. And surprising.
I should have stopped him, but I’m not stupid, and my hormones and ovaries were dancing like they were at Coachella.
Why did he think I slept with Mark? Ew. No offense, but he’s really old, and ew...no.
It appears that Mr. Harrow hasn’t said anything, and perhaps he won’t.
Legally, he shouldn’t.
Legally, he can’t.
Neither can I.
I just need to keep my mouth closed and keep this job.
Otherwise, I’m fucked.