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Mason pulls down my bra cup and takes one nipple into his mouth. He flicks it with his tongue, scrapes it with his teeth, sucks hard enough that I cry out.
I’m dripping wet by now.
As if he knows what I’m thinking, he finds the skirt’s zipper behind me and works it down. When it pools around my ankles, I kick off my heels. Mason works his way down my body. The shirt is open and he licks his way down my stomach. He pulls my lace panties down and closes his mouth over my pussy in one smooth motion.
I cry out and throw my leg over his shoulder, where he kneels in front of me.
He flicks his tongue over my clit a couple of times, and I gasp and moan as he pushes me closer to the edge. When he plunges his fingers into me while he sucks on me, I cry out, and my body shudders as an orgasm rips through me.
Before the pleasure subsides completely, Mason stands and kisses me again. I taste myself on his lips. He fumbles with his belt buckle while his tongue is in my mouth, and he pulls his cock free. He’s hard and ready, and he grabs my leg, lifting it again. His cock finds my entrance and I moan loudly when he slides into me. He kisses me another time before he starts bucking his hips, knees bent slightly. He leans his body against me, covering me with his enormous form, and I feel delicate and small. He fucks me hard, our cries and moans filling the large empty space and bouncing back to us.
I get closer to another orgasm, but Mason pulls out of me and spins me around so I face the wall. I brace my hands against it and push my ass out. He slides into me again and I arch my back while he fucks me. My breasts jiggle, and I lean hard against the wall as he slams into me. The pleasure overrides everything that drove me here today—being with Mason feelsright. Not only because the sex with him is so fucking good, but because when we’re together, not only when we’re fucking but in total, everything falls into place and it feels like it’s not so bad.
Mason reaches around me with one hand, cupping my breast while his other rests on my hip. When I orgasm a second time, the pleasure that rocks through me nearly knocks me off balance and my legs go weak.
Mason knows what’s happening. He pulls out again and spins me around. He lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He looks around, looking for somewhere to lay me down. There’s nothing but polished concrete floors, so he carries me and walks across the empty room, through a door into the kitchen.
With one hand, he opens a cabinet and finds a white tablecloth someone must have left here. He throws it roughly over one of the steel tables and puts me down on the edge. He kisses me where I’m sitting on the steel table, and the kisses aren’t so urgent and demanding anymore. They’re filled with affection, now. Soft and sensual.
“You have no idea how much you mean to me,” Mason says, breaking the kiss. “I know it’s not the same, but I’m terrified this is too good to be true sometimes, too.”
I don’t know how to respond. I didn’t for one moment consider he might be scared of where we were headed, too. I’m always so caught up in my own problems. I’m a one-way street.
“But I’d rather figure it out together and risk whatever painmightfollow than not try for this at all and live an empty life.”
“You think life will be empty without me?” I ask in a whisper.
“I miss you when I’m not with you,” Mason admits. “I think about you all the time. And when we’re together, I feel invincible. You have me under some kind of spell, babe and I don’t care. I’ll happily be stuck to you forever.”
My heart swells when he says those words. He’s so serious and so sincere. He knows these are early days. He knows we still have a long road to walk if we want to make this work. Hell, with Kylie and his restaurant and everything else thrown in the mix, it won’t be easy.
But when he talks to me like this, making me feel as special as he does…when we’re together, connect—not only at the hip, but our souls, too—then we owe it to ourselves to do this.
“You mean a lot to me, too,” I answer, and the words sound so stupid after his confession of undying love.
Mason doesn’t allow me to find other words that sound better. He kisses me again. When he breaks the kiss, it’s only to kick off the jeans that still sit on his ass and the underwear that squeeze his balls with his cock out like that. He gently nudges me so that I lie back and climbs onto the table with me. When he hovers over me, he takes my breath away. His eyes lock on mine, and he drops one kiss on my lips before he slides into me, not breaking eye contact once. I gasp when he slides in, and he buries himself deep inside of me, staying there for a moment without moving. His breathing is shallow and erratic and it trembles around him.
Slowly, Mason starts moving. He pulls out of me almost all the way before he strokes back in. His movements are slow and sensual and filled with emotion. This isn’t about just fucking anymore to get it out of our system. Our connection now, so deep and genuine, is about what he feels for me. And what I’m not willing to admit I feel for him.
When he picks his pace up again, his breathing coming in quick gasps, punctuated by my moans, I closed my eyes andfeel. He fills me up, the pleasure becoming almost overwhelming. But I also feel his affection for me, the warmth that flows between us.
I orgasm a third time. I feel my body contract, tightening around his cock, and he grows larger and harder. His strokes shorten, and a moment later, he shoves himself deep inside me. I feel him pulsing and jerking as he releases. His gasping is uneven, his hairline wet with sweat. His lips are parted and his eyes locked on mine.
When it’s over and we come down from our pleasure, Mason is reluctant to pull out of me. When he does, I feel his absence acutely.
“I have to get back to the office,” I whisper. “My lunch hour should be up by now.”
Mason kisses me. He’s still a little out of breath but he’s so fit, he recovers fast.
“Let me get your skirt and shoes,” he says and finds his jocks on the floor. He pulls them on before he leaves the kitchen. When he returns with my skirt and shoes, I get dressed while he pulls on his jeans.
We walk to the restaurant door together. We’re stuck to each other, and when I turn to kiss him again, I don’t want to pull myself away and go back to work.
“Can I see you tonight?” Mason asks.
I shake my head. “I can’t, with Kylie tonight. I might only be able to do something on the weekend again. Or during another lunch hour...” I smile, a thrill running through me thinking about what we just did.
“Okay,” Mason says. “We’ll figure something out. I’ll call you.” He kisses me again before he finally lets me go. “Are you going to be okay?”
