27. Mason
Chapter twenty-seven
Callie,
I spent months trying to find a place that was going to hold my happily ever after, without knowing exactly how it was meant to look.
I always assumed I’d walk inside and just know it was the one.
When you came with me, you described it perfectly.
It’s that feeling of nostalgia; familiarity, security.
That’s the same way it feels when I’m with you.
I think I was always meant to meet you, Callie Moore.
I think nothing in life was meant to feel right until I was ready to meet you.
Mason
I flick the sawdust off my arm before I step out of the elevator and make my way over to my office.
Callie and I aren’t needed at the house for a few weeks while the crew makes the finishing touches to the extension.
With Callie in the office, it meant I was able to start a secret part of the project, converting the attic into the playroom she described when we first saw the place.
A special place for the other girl who has stolen my heart.
“I’m meeting Tenley for lunch, be back later,” my sister says as she catches the elevator doors before they close.
“You remember we have the meeting at two with Tara and Celeste to go through next quarter’s marketing plan?”
“Yep. I’ll be back in time.” She gives me a finger wave just as the doors close, and I quicken my steps, eager to see Callie.
My shoulders sink when I see she’s not behind her desk, but as I continue through the open space to my office, I pause in the doorway, finding her sitting behind my desk, wearing her glasses.
“Hi.” She smiles. “Sorry, my computer decided to freeze right when Caleb’s assistant called to reschedule a meeting.”
Callie picks up the handset of my desk phone as I close the door behind me.
I’m so glad I stashed some condoms in my wallet over the weekend.
I didn’t want to miss a repeat of something happening while we were working at the house…
but this, I didn’t even think of as a possibility.
I’ve never hooked up at work. It’s unprofessional.
Fucking your girlfriend who’s also your assistant during work hours—well, that’s just an efficient use of time and surely good for workplace morale.
“Riley? Hey, yeah, Tuesday the eighteenth at ten is perfect.” Her brows pull together as she hears the snick of the lock as it’s engaged.
“You too. Bye.” She slowly hangs up the phone, her gaze set on me with confusion. “What are you doing?”
“Beth just left. She’ll be gone for a few hours,” I say, rounding the desk as I pull my shirt over my head.
“Here?” Her eyes fly to the door.
“It’s locked.” I turn the chair until she’s facing me and drop to my knees.
I need to buy her some skirts and dresses; these pants are going to get in the way if I make this a part of my regular work schedule going forward, which I absolutely intend to. Callie bent over my desk? Yes the fuck please.
My eyes stay locked on hers as I pop the button on her jeans. Her hands grip the armrests, and she leans back, lifting her hips and giving me the permission I need to continue.
“Tell me, Trouble.” I ease the denim down her thighs, her black underwear going with it. “Are you going to let your boss fuck you on his desk?”
She’s already heaving, cheeks turning flushed, and I’ve barely started. “I—ah.”
A loud buzz on the desk interrupts us as Callie’s phone lights up, showing an unknown number.
“I have to answer that,” she says, stopping my hand where it travels up her thigh.
“No, you don’t.” I lean down and press a kiss to the inside of her knee.
“It could be daycare. Sometimes the number comes up private.”
I blow out a breath and sit back on my heels. “Okay, but hurry.”
She chuckles as she rolls her eyes and reaches for her phone. “Hello?”
I lay my head over her knees, watching as she waits for the person on the other end of the line to respond.
“Why are you calling me?” Her tone is stilted and direct, making all my senses go on high alert. “All communication needs to stay between our lawyers.”
It’s her fucking ex. It has to be.
“Put it on speaker,” I whisper, but she shakes her head.
“Derek, anything you want to say needs to be presented through your lawyer in writing.” She says the words fiercely, but I can hear a hint of unsteadiness too; she’s intimidated, but she’s holding firm.
It’s hot as fuck watching her hold her ground against her ex—that tenacity and courage that leads her through life has always had me spellbound.
I want to show Callie how beautiful that is, her strength and determination. I also want to show her ex how she’s doing just fine without him, how he has no power over her.
“You said you didn’t want anything to do with her.” I push her legs as wide as they’ll go in the chair and drop a kiss halfway up her thigh. “That—”
I look up when Callie pauses, my lips travelling higher as she stares at me, dumbfounded. “Ah—that requires a l-lawyer.”
Her blue eyes flare when I rub the tips of my fingers over her clit.
She holds the phone away from her mouth and whispers, “What are you doing?”
I take the phone from her hand, switch it to speakerphone, and place it on the ground behind me, out of her reach.
“Mason,” she hisses.
“Callista? Are you there?” Her ex’s voice filters through the room as I bring my mouth back between her legs and run my tongue through her pussy.
“Y-yes.” She sucks in a shocked breath.
“I’m not paying for this fucking shit, Callista. You said you’d take her without a cent from me.”
“I—” She shudders, unable to finish whatever she was about to say when I flick my tongue at her entrance. “Seriously, just—fuck—just call the l-law-yerrr.”
“I’m not signing shit unless you pay for my lawyers’ bills too.”
I shift to her clit, suctioning it between my lips as two fingers dip inside her wet, warm cunt.
‘Mm-hmm.” I’m pretty sure she’s not even listening to him now. That was all for me.
In any other scenario, I’d call this guy out on his bullshit, but I’ll cover the fucking bill if it means getting him to sign whatever Callie wants.
Let him know she’ll have a real partner looking after her from now on.
I want him gone just as much as Callie does.
I won’t let him take a piece of the happiness I’ve finally found with Callie.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Derek’s voice grows further agitated with every half-response Callie gives.
I nip at her clit before I pull back, covering her mouth with my free hand as my other starts thrusting my fingers faster.
“Sorry, Callie’s a little busy right now,” I say calmly, her pussy growing wetter as it pulses around me, and a whimper is muffled into my palm.
“Like she said, please keep all contact between the lawyers.” I hook my fingers up, tapping them against the front wall of her pussy.
“And don’t worry about the cost. I’ve got it covered. ”
The call drops out, and I jump to my feet, pulling out of her dripping pussy to lift her from the chair, then turn her around and bend her over my desk.
“Shit, Mason,” she pants, her head turned to the side as she rests against the surface.
Within seconds, I’m pulling my wallet from my back pocket, tearing through a foil packet, and rolling the latex down my hard cock. I rub the head through Callie’s entrance, teasing her with my piercing a few times before I grip her hip and slam into her.
Callie cries out, hands searching for purchase as her fingers rake over the wood. I lower my chest over her back, winding an arm under her hips to protect her from the desk’s edge as my hips snap against her arse.
“Fuck, Callie, you’re so wet. Did you like showing your ex how much better off you are without him?”
Her pussy contracts around me as my other hand covers hers, linking our fingers together. “Or maybe you liked the idea of doing something forbidden right under someone’s nose. I bet he heard you.” Callie arches into me. “I bet he knew someone was giving you pleasure in a way he never could.”
Callie arches into me, moaning my name.
“Should we call him back so he can hear you scream my name?” Callie squeezes my hand as her pussy grows slicker.
“Tell me what a good boy I am for fucking you better than anyone else.”
“Fuck me harder,” she begs.
I reach down, lifting one of her legs so her knee rests on the desk. With her hand in mine, I bring it to her pussy, and part her fingers so she can feel as I slide into her.
“Can you feel this greedy cunt swallowing my cock, Callie?”
“Ohhh, yessss.”
“So desperate and messy for me. Tell me why?”
“Because…” She gasps, slamming her eyes shut.
“Why, Callie baby?” I push the heel of my palm against her hand, applying pressure to her clit.
“Because you’re such a good boy when you fuck me.”
I groan, eyes falling shut as I relinquish control to my unbridled pleasure.
“I need your cum, baby.” I thrust into her, frantic and unrestrained, too overcome with hunger for her release as well as my own.
She bucks into me, and I struggle to hold myself up as my mind zeroes in on the way my balls tighten, the muscles in my arse clench, and Callie’s pussy bares down on me.
It’s all too good, that crest of euphoria that holds you in space and time before it all comes shattering down and liquifies through your limbs.
Callie cries out just as heat surrounds my cock, and then I’m spilling into the condom. I pant against her neck as waves of caramel and berries pour from her skin.
“Wow.” I swallow, attempting to ease my dry throat. “You’re a way better assistant than Steven.”