Page 110 of Mr. Almost

I’m going to move in with Mason.

MASON

Something is going on. I’m sure of it.

Just this morning, I had mind-blowing shower sex with my girlfriend in my bathroom. Then we had our normal morning. Very routine.

Then I get a call from Brantley, telling me he has no problem taking Chloe and Ari to the game tonight. I told him he was wrong because it’s a Thursday, so Ari has day care tomorrow. He told me he received the call from Max and assumed I was too busy to call him. He was actually calling to give me shit for not calling him myself.

That led me to call Max, who said Ari had a sleepover date with Chloe and that Olivia set up the hockey date for them.

When I tried to call Olivia, she blew me off, saying she was busy and would meet me at home.

So here I am waiting for my girlfriend to get home so I can find out why my daughter is on a playdate with her aunt and uncle. It’s all very suspicious.

“Honey, I’m home,” Olivia calls as soon as she’s through the door.

“Why is Arianna on a playdate?” I ask her as she comes into the living room. “Why a hockey game? She’s going to end up obsessed, then when she’s in her teens she’s going to date one of them and he’s going to break her heart and I’m going to end up in fucking jail formurdering some piece of shit hockey player for breaking my little girl’s heart.”

“Whoa. Breathe, Mase.” Olivia comes over to me, kissing me.

“I’m just confused.”

Her cheeks start to turn red.

“Livvy?” I question.

She doesn’t answer. Instead, she jumps me. She literally jumps on me, making me catch her.

“Take me to bed,” she whispers against my lips.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Stumbling up the stairs, I manage to get us to the room in one piece. Pinning her against the wall, I kiss her until she’s grinding on me, needing relief. Once she is so needy that I can feel her leaking through her slacks, I let her down. She’s a little wobbly on her feet, but I still step back from her.

“Strip.”

She does as I ask, slowly removing her clothing. I do the same, my eyes never leaving her. She is the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen. She disagrees, of course. She always points out her flaws, but that just makes me love them more. Every stripe of honor from having our child is a gift, not a fault. Until she understands that, I refuse to stop worshipping them.

I’m about to fall to my knees in front of her when she shakes her head. Instead, she drops to her knees and looks up at me with her green eyes through her eyelashes.

Her bottom tongue peeks out and licks her bottom lip. “I’ve been thinking about this all day. I almost came to your office so many times. I want to taste you.”

Then she takes my dick into her mouth. God, she feels like a blessing. The warm heat of her mouth, mixed with knowing it’s Olivia doing this, has me leaking precum like a water hose.

“Livvy,” I moan, my fingers making their way into her long brown hair.

She hums in response, my cock deep in her throat. It’s a fuckingchore not to come down her throat. I’m thinking of anything to keep from coming so soon.

She has other plans, though. She starts to work me, saliva dripping down her chin as she goes to town on my cock.

Then she reaches up, caressing my balls, and it’s game over. I don’t even have time to warn her. I spill into her mouth, my hand tightening in her hair.

“Fuck. Livvy.”

Coming back to my senses, I release her hair and pull her up to me. Her eyes are glassy, and her lips are red and puffy. Pressing my lips to hers, I kiss her.

“Sorry, Livvy. I got a little carried away.”

“I’m not sorry. Fuck me, Mason. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

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