Six #2
Today, he was at his assistant’s desk, following me with his eyes.
I could see the heartache and lust all mixed into one.
I’m sure he sees it in me as well. I’ve read the employee manual three times, not once finding a clause stating no inter-office affairs.
If we ever get over whatever this is and choose to start something, it will be explosive.
“Mrs. Marx,” my new assistant, Adeline, calls from the intercom. “I’m heading out to lunch.”
Ah, Adeline. She is trying, and I know for a fact Mason has been helping her.
Not once have I had to alert her to any of my quirks.
Since she started first thing Tuesday, she has put a paper copy of my schedule on my desk every day and knows I like my coffee black.
She is in before everyone else and makes sure to leave me alone if my door is closed.
The one thing she can’t do is remember that I’m not married.
“It’s Ms. Marx.” I enunciate the Ms. “Have a great lunch.”
She doesn’t bother to reply, but instead leaves me alone, like she has for the couple of days during lunchtime. I’ve come to enjoy the quiet for an hour. It leaves me to think and regroup.
My head falls to the back of my chair, and I allow my eyes to close, letting myself take deep breaths in and out.
It’s a technique I got from the one yoga class I took a few months ago.
The peace lasts for only a moment before someone bursts through my door.
Shocked at the intrusion, my eyes fly open and discover Mason striding in before he closes and locks the door behind him.
I blink a few times, wondering if this is real or if maybe I have fallen asleep at my desk.
It’s real. So fucking real as he walks over to my desk and spins me around in my chair. My face lines up perfectly with his khaki-clad cock. My instinct is to free it from its confines and slip my tongue over it. He’s mad, and it instantly turns me on.
“Livvy.” He leans over me. “When do you plan on apologizing? You walk around here teasing me, tempting me, after accusing me of using you to get my job, and yet, no apology.”
“Mason, I—”
He cuts me off. “No, you don’t get to talk now.
I’m so fucking pissed at you for so many things, but right now, all I want is to satisfy this madness brewing inside me.
The sheer insanity I have for you and your body has overtaken me, and now it’s time for you to extinguish this flame.
” Leaning back, he commands me to stand up.
Without hesitation, I comply, because let’s be honest here, I need him more than I need air right now. He leans down, grabbing the bottom of my dress and flipping it up easily and off me.
“You stopped wearing your uptight suits and have been taunting me with these dresses, Olivia.” His hands roam down the sides of my body. “Tell me you want this.”
I’m shocked as I stand only in my white lace bra and panties, complemented by my three-inch peep-toe shoes.
He turns me around, unclasps my bra, and lets it fall to the floor.
I should care that we’re at work, but I don’t.
My nipples harden with the cold air just as I feel a sting on my ass.
Mason spanked me! “Tell me you want this or tell me to stop.” He reaches around, taking a taut nipple between his fingers, his other hand dipping into my panties and teasing me while his teeth sink into my shoulder.
“I want this,” I say, because anything else would be a lie. I’m tired of lying to myself.
I barely get out the words before he all but pushes me to the windows, my hands brace against the glass as I look down at the cars passing by down below. “Someone could see us, Mason.”
His lips move to my ear. “I don’t give a shit. Spread your legs,” he tells me while his hand digs into my panties and continues to glide through the wetness he created.
I widen my stance, all form of professionalism gone.
I allow him to display me for anyone looking this way to see.
I no longer care. My need for him overpowers all lucid thoughts.
He pushes my panties aside while pressing down on my back, forcing me to bend slightly.
Mason groans loudly as his cock slides into me with ease.
From this position, each and every thrust hits my clit at the right angle. I’m already on the brink of orgasm.
I can feel the scrape of Mason’s zipper along my ass. We must look like a sight to see. Me, naked except for my panties, and him fully dressed with his cock hanging out. Desperate. Both of us needing one another.
“I missed this pussy, Livvy. It’s been on my mind since I had you spread out across my couch last Sunday.” He pumps into me faster. “I can’t think about anything else except how good it feels wrapped around me.”
“Oh God.” It’s the only coherent thing I can say. I’m moments away from exploding around him inside my brand new office.
“This could be yours, Liv. All yours,” he groans, grabbing onto my hips. “Every night I could worship your body. Kiss every inch of you. Take care of you. Put my mouth between your legs and taste you. Every. Damn. Night.”
I’m close. So damn close.
“But you’re fucking stubborn. You think the world is against you,” he continues while relentlessly fucking me. “That you have to be strong and independent and not count on anyone. You need to realize that not everyone has an ulterior motive.”
“You don’t have one right now?” I manage to ask, willing my orgasm to subside. I don’t want to come in under a minute, but Jesus, this feels amazing. “Coming into my office and accosting me?”
Mason slows his pace, each push into me torturous but glorious all the same. “I told you why I was here. I want to get off, Liv, and you’re all I’ve been thinking about. There is no ulterior motive here. I want you, in all sense of the word.”
My phone begins to ring on the desk, but while momentarily distracting me, it does nothing to deter Mason from his endgame, which is to fuck me against this window.
I feel him starting to swell, his dick getting harder with each thrust. “I’m close, and by the tightening of your pussy I know you are too. Come with me.”
And I do. We crash together, crying out at the waves of pleasure that consume us. Our breathing is still heavy while he pulls himself out of me. I stand up straight and turn to him, watching as he buttons himself up. “Mason, I…”
He shakes his head. “Don’t.”
Grabbing my bra and dress off the floor, he helps secure them back on my body. Once the final piece is in place, he asks, “Do you want me more than this?” His fingers motion between the two of us. “More than sex? Do you want to be with me?”
We both jump as my office door swings open again, this time it carries his father inside. The older version of Mason glances between the two of us. “Am I interrupting something?”
Mason stares at me. “I don’t know, Liv. Is he interrupting anything?”
I want to tell Mason I want him for more than just sex. I want to be with him. To fall in love with him. To grow old together and be dependent on one another as well as independent. I want him to take me on dates and make me swoon, but I don’t say any of that to him.
Because…I’m a coward.
“No, Mr. Finn,” I sadly respond. “Mason was just leaving.”
Mason shakes his head in disgust and walks out.
Hours later, while at home, and an entire bottle of wine is fueling my texts, I reach out to him.
Me: I’m so sorry about everything, Mason. I want more than just sex. I want it all…everything you have to offer. I want it.
Mason: An apology is no longer good enough.
Me: Please. Tell me. What can I do?
Mason: Prove it.