Love Meets You (part 1)

5.

* Mason *

Mason tried to take it slow as Clover’s jade orbs held him captive. The heat coming off of her made it damn near impossible. He tugged her gown down, licking her neck until she shivered. The milky white of her skin was a canvass he wanted to cover in love bites.

He parted her thick thighs and reached under the dress to check how wet she was. f**k, she soaked his fingers as he pushed her panties aside to thrust a finger inside.

So damn tight.

"Mason," she moaned, “Please!”

“Again,” he ordered, addicted to how his name sounded on her lips.

Green eyes flashed when she threw her head back, “Touch me, Mason.”

He plunged his tongue into her open mouth, adding another finger into the mix. He gripped her right hip, encouraging her to ride his hand, slipping knuckle deep, "Come for me, sweetheart," he growled, flicking his thumb across her c**t, "Come all over my fingers."

She let out a cute noise as her insides quivered, sucking his digits deeper. She had a hungry p***y he looked forward to sinking his c**k into. He kissed her once more before withdrawing, pleased but far from finished.

She shot him a dazed smile as he stood to remove his jacket and shirt, "Bedroom?"

She waved at one of the two open doors. He chuckled, then lifted her into his arms. Inside her room, he quickly stripped her of the hot little dress his personal shopper had sent, then shoved off his slacks after retrieving a condom.

"So wet," he licked her core once, tangy sweetness exploding on his taste buds, "Spread those legs, sweetheart."

She whimpered and clawed the sheets as he lapped her p***y until she screamed nonsense, loving how responsive her body undulated in his hands. She was worth the wait he put himself through. The way she moved along his face made his d**k strain in anticipation.

Mason slipped on a rubber, then before she came down from the latest orgasm, drove straight up her steaming channel. She cried out, wrapping herself around his waist. He latched onto those beautiful bouncing t**s and bit down hard, hoping to leave marks, becoming even more excited at the thought of her covered with his bites. He pounded all of his nine inches deep, not letting up.

Her soft curves easily accepted his pent up frustration, clearing his conscience. He worried going from colleagues to lovers would mess with their dynamic, but f*****g her once wasn’t enough. He’d need to convince her it was possible for them to work alongside each other and sleep together, especially after she begged for more and kissed him so passionately stars burst behind his eyelids.

"s**t!" he cursed, the rush of his orgasm pulling from his tailbone, "f**k you feel amazing."

Sweat beaded her forehead as she moaned in agreement, gripping his c**k so hard he struggled to thrust. How is she so impossibly tight? He sucked her neck, low on the collarbone, then latched down, jerking her towards him with a few more punishing pumps before dumping a load of his hot c*m in the condom. He wanted to unload bare next time. To watch it leak out of her tasty p***y.

Did she need rest before going again, he wondered, laying breathless by her side, stroking his d**k in hopes of another plunge into her warmth. A broad smile stretched across his face after sighting marks on her voluptuous breasts. His sensual secretary shivered, coming down from what he expected the best lay of her life.

A guy could hope.

When he sat up and saw she had fallen asleep, he chuckled. It had been a rather long day. Clover looked so beautiful it was hard to dress and not wake her for another round.

He frowned as he found a paper and left a note, not wanting to be an asshole.

Clover,

Thank you for the special evening.

You are sleeping so peacefully, I can’t bring myself to disturb you.

See you at the office.

X

M.

Driving home, he recapped the day in his head, guilt creeping in. Clover didn’t know what Bentley could do to her if she let him get close. Was he any better? He lusted after her more now, not less.

This was dangerous.

Mason licked his lips, her taste still lingering on his skin, and hoped she wasn’t averse to s*x at work. He was a busy man, and relationships time-consuming. Come Monday, he’d find out if Clover was capable of having a casual fling or if she would turn into one of those needy bitches who expected gifts and fancy meals regularly.

He suddenly felt conflicted because Clover McBride deserved all that and more.

* Clover*

Clover spent the rest of the weekend convincing herself it was just s*x with Mason. It had been amazing, hard to walk the next day kind of s*x, but still a casual hookup. Aurora agreed, telling her to loosen up and be a professional.

So that's what she did Monday. She put on her usual skirt and blouse, handed Mason his morning java when he arrived like she did every day at work. He didn't treat her any differently, and she was fine with it. None of The Plastics needed to know he had basically f****d her unconscious Saturday night.

"Miss McBride, could I get another coffee, please?" his smooth voice in her ear reminded her too much of the way he ordered her to ride his fingers.

"Of course, Mr. Thistle."

When she entered his office, he told her to close the door. She did so with a smile before setting the cup down. It wasn't unusual for them to be alone when he wished.

"Over here," he pointed to his side.

She gulped, walking around the desk as he swiveled in the armchair. She bit her lip, seeing his stiff erection pushing against his trousers.

"Look what you did," he softly accused, "What should we do about it?"

She became wet, rubbing her legs together in anticipation. Was she to play a naughty secretary? Her mouth watered.

"Take it out," he placed his palms on the armrest.

His arrogant smirk made her whisper in awe, "Yes, sir."

She could do this. She wanted Mason. He obviously felt the same. What if they got caught?

Clover quickly undid his belt and zipper, pulling out his strained c**k. She hadn't seen it on Saturday but enjoyed every minute. It was long, thick, and veiny, making her heart beat faster. No wonder she had been sore.

"On your knees," he panted, “We have to be quick, sweetheart.”

She dropped, parting her lips to lick and suck the tip of his engorged d**k, finding his precum as tasteful as the man himself. He kept his hands to himself the entire time. The sounds of her wetly pleasuring Mason filled the room with the occasional grunts of pleasure. She was so turned on that arousal leaked down her thighs.

He inhaled sharply when she tugged his balls. Gripping the chair with white knuckles he rasped, "I'm going to come down that pretty throat Clover. You'll taste me all day as I did with you this weekend."

She moaned around his girth, wanting exactly that. His d**k swelled, and she swallowed his come until he softened. She gave one last lick before peeking at his gorgeous face, thrilled to find him relaxed with a wicked grin aimed her way. With a giggle, she tucked him back into his pants and stood.

"Anything else, Mr. Thistle?" she purred.

He followed her to the door, giving her a warm hug. She sniffed his spicy scent before stepping away, “You look beautiful today.”

Her cheeks flushed, “Thank you.”

"I'll be on a conference call until three," he dismissed her with a wink.

"Good luck."

Clover hastened to the bathroom to clean up. She throbbed with need. That had been the hottest thing she'd ever done. What were they doing? He didn't expect her to keep messing around in the office, did he? She would have to talk to him but needed a solid plan of what her expectations were. The s*x was great, but long-term?

She thought about Kyrell with a smile. Now there was a man waiting to snatch her up. Did she want to ruin a chance of having a relationship with him because of Mason? Realization struck that she knew Mason a hell of a lot better than Kyrell, although the tattooed hottie ran off before she spent quality time with him.

Deciding not to dwell on things she had no control over, Clover returned to work.