Page 52 of Stolen Moments

While I wish I could see him in person, I look forward to seeing his handsome face. Okay, I also like seeing his naked chest and his hand wrapped around his enormous cock as he jerks off, all the while telling me the dirtiest things to help me get off.

Mason:Just good? I thought it would have at least been great after last night.

I can still hear his silky deep voice demanding that I pull my vibrator—the infamous battery-operated Geralt—out of my drawer and use it while he watched me pleasure myself.

I traced the vibrator through the valley of my breasts, down my stomach, until I reached my clit. My eyes fluttered closed as the vibrations rippled from my center to the tips of my toes.

“That’s it. Spread those legs wider. Let me see how wet you are for me.”Mason’s words were like kindling on a fire.

I spread my legs, dipping the toy inside my soaked core.

“Imagine it’s my cock pushing into your tight pussy.”

It didn’t take me long after that to come to the sound of his gruff voice. It was by far one of the hottest moments of my life. I’ve never felt more vulnerable and confident in myself than I did with Mason’s hungry eyes on me as I experienced one of the most intense orgasms I’ve had.

Every single one with him is the best orgasm of my life. Mason has unlocked this kinky side of me that totally gets off on being watched … by him.

Emery:Last night? What happened last night?

Mason:I watched you come all over that horrible substitution for my cock. It was the best part of my day.

Emery:Really?

I bite my lip, waiting for his response. I look at the time, and I try to recall where Mason said he would be today. I hope he’s working from home. I hate it when he sends me dirty texts while he’s with his colleagues.

Sure, you do.

Fine, I admit it. I get off on receiving his texts any time of day.

Mason:Any time I get to watch you come is the best part of my day. I love watching you touch that sweet pussy and chant my name as you break apart.

My heart races, and my breaths pick up as I read his sweet, dirty words.

“I know that smile.”

I jump at the sound of my business partner behind me. Clutching my phone to my chest, I take a deep breath, praying she didn’t just see my messages. She’s been extra nosy lately.

“What smile?” I ask, playing innocent.

“Oh please. I know that face. Is your secret luv-ah sexting you again?” Scarlett throws her head back and laughs at her own joke, her pregnant belly jiggling.

She is by far one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met, except for my other business partner, Rylann. Where Scarlett is tall and blonde with a yoga mom body, Rylann is short and brunette with the body of a bombshell. You wouldn’t think women as gorgeous as them would be the sweetest, most genuine people you’d ever meet, but you’d be wrong because they are. I lucked out in the boss department. They took me under their wing, and gave me the space to grow and flourish at their—our—company. As much as I fight it, they are my work family and I adore them.

“Scar, leave her alone. She’ll talk to us when she’s ready. Right, Em?” Rylann comes to my defense before turning her big warm brown eyes on me and shooting me a wink. “Hopefully, soon. Because I’ve never seen you smile as much as you have these past couple of months.”

It’s always been a struggle for me to open up and make friends. Coming from a wealthy family, I’ve found that most people either want or expect something from me in return. It’s notwhatyou know, butwhoyou know.

Not with Scarlett and Rylann. They expected nothing from me besides hard work and dedication. All they’ve wanted is my friendship, beyond our work camaraderie.

“I will, promise. It’s still early days,” I defend.

“Early days, my ass. The only reason for you to blush like that from a text is because it’s a dirty text.”

“Scarlett,” Rylann scolds.

I swear my face blushes tomato red at being busted reading and sending sexts at work.

“Fine.” She throws her hands up in the air. “I’ll leave her alone. For now.” Scarlett narrows her eyes at me.

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