Page 120 of Mr. Almost

“Someone will hear, Mase. This is so unprofessional.”

He laughs. “Let them hear. I bet you’d like that. Do you like the idea of being caught? I know I do.”

Then he rips my panties, leaving my core exposed.

“Better be thinking about how I’m about to eat this pussy. I’m going to enjoy every second of it too.”

He leans in, pressing kisses to my pussy lips before he opens them up, swiping his tongue from the opening to my clit. It’s such a weird sensation when all I can think about is the fact that my coworkers are on the other side of that door. That if any one of them were to try the door, it would be locked. They would wonder what was going on. Maybe even put their ear up to the door to listen.

Would they hear me moan?

One slips free as he begins to finger me while sucking on my clit. My back arches off the table, my body unwilling to stay still.

My hands naturally find their favorite place buried in Mason’s hair. I pull and grind on his face, loving every moment until I come. He licks me through my orgasm before pulling back and standing.

“That is definitely something I will think about when I see this room now,” I pant out.

“Oh, we aren’t done yet. Turn over.”

My eyes widen, but I do as he asks. I feel him flip my skirt up. Then I hear his zipper. I know I can look back at him, but each sound only heightens my desire. Not knowing what is going to come next is thrilling. Add that to the fact that I’m imagining someone on the other side of the door, and I feel like I am on another planet. My mind is focused on nothing, but Mason.

The condom wrapper ripping has me clenching as if he’s already inside of me. Then I feel him notching at my entrance.

“You’re going to come like a good girl all over my dick. Then every time you are in this room, you will think about how the CEO of this company fucked you right here at the end of the table. If you’re lucky, I’ll be the one standing up here talking so you can imagine how good my cock felt buried deep inside your wet, warm cunt. You’ll be gushing for me. Then, at the end of the meeting, you’ll come find me in my office and beg me to fuck you again and ease the need.”

“Mason, fuck. I need it,” I whimper.

“I know you do, Livvy. I’m going to give it to you, baby. Just remember, anyone could be listening while I fuck you here in the conference room at work. Can you keep quiet?”

He doesn’t wait for me to answer. He slams into me, making the whole table move. I squeal before biting down on my arm to try to keep the sounds in.

It’s useless, though. He sets a punishing pace. He’s not playing with me today. He wants to get me off quickly. When I orgasm the first time, I think it’s going to be over, but he fucks me through it, making me roll into a second orgasm.

He’s relentless, not stopping until I’m no longer able to speak coherent sentences. My chest hurts from being pressed into the table, and I know I’ll have bruises on my thighs, but I don’t care.

When Mason finally comes, I’m so far out of it that he has to hold me for several minutes for me to recover.

I wince at how sore my pussy is. It feels well used, and I love it.

“The room will smell like sex. I’m sure everyone knows we were in here fucking,” I say into the crook of his neck.

He chuckles against my ear. “I sent everyone home. We’re the only ones on the floor right now. I told Max that if anyone came back, they would be fired on the spot.”

“Max knows?” I cringe.

He runs his hand up and down my spine. “All he knows is that we were working through your trauma with the conference room. I didn’t tell him how.”

I let out a relieved sigh.

“Are you really going to change the whole room for me?”

He pulls back, kissing my lips. “Don’t you get it yet, Liv? I would burn the world for you. You only need to ask.”

At this moment, I know that Mason was meant for me and I for him.

He truly is my soulmate.

MASON

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