Page 34 of Reptile Dysfunction

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MASON

There’s a spark here, something I haven’t felt between us before. It’s sweeping over me, electrifying the air around us and pulling me closer to her. Charlotte is beautiful, that’s something I have never denied. But for some reason, now I can’t stop taking in that beauty for myself.

She’s looking at me, studying my face like she’s expecting something from me. We’ve both recently poured our hearts out to each other. What else does she expect?

Charlotte looks up at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes and something sparkles behind them. “I’ve… heard that you have a lovely home.”

I nod, wondering where this topic came from. “I like to think so, yes.”

“I would love to see it for myself,” she says, her cheeks turning a bright shade of crimson, eyes flickering back to the floor.

My mind instinctively turns to my schedule. What time is it? Do I have any meetings coming up soon? I know Deborah blocked off some time for me to sort through paperwork, is that enough time for a personal house tour? Why is Charlotte even interested in such a thing?

She looks back up at me again, chin tilted up, eyelashes heavy over her irises.

“That is, if that’s alright with you,” she says as she reaches out with her right hand and gently takes hold of my necktie, pulling it and then myself with it.

Oh. Oh.

Realization dawns, and a flood of adrenaline kicks through my veins. I reach my hand out and cup the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. It’s awkward at first, a little shy, but soon we both melt into the touch. Our lips move together, kissing and nipping at each other. My other hand snakes around her waist, pulling her closer to me. She obliges easily and throws both of her arms around my neck.

Charlotte's leg lifts up, crooking over my hip and making her grind against me. Her intentions are crystal clear, as per usual. I break the contact, take a moment to catch my breath and readjust my tie.

“Not here,” I whisper, thinking of how many people are behind that closed door. And how very not soundproof the office walls are.

“Can I get that tour now?” Charlotte asks. She also adjusts her hair and clothing, and I nod, calming my snakes down and opening the office door.

“Deborah, I’m going to take off early today and escort Charlotte home. Do you mind making sure everything is clear?” I ask. It’s not the first time I’ve done this, considering how often I end up being caught in my constituent’s problems.

But Deborah seems to understand the implication behind this request. And she broadcasts it with one raised, knowing eyebrow.

“Will do. See you tomorrow.” She’s as professional as always, and I make a mental reminder to reward her with a paid day off sometime soon.

It’s only a couple of blocks down the street to my home. But that’s more than enough time for either of us to second-guess this decision. We arrive at my front door, and Charlotte watches me eagerly as I take out my key and open it.

She follows me inside and practically jumps into my embrace before I can even finish closing the door. I grip her thighs and pull her up and over my hips. Charlotte’s arms cross behind my neck and give her the perfect balance to continue what we’d already started.

We kiss, hard, as I stumble through the living room toward my bedroom. I quietly congratulate myself for remembering to make the bed this morning before kneeling on the mattress and setting Charlotte down. I kick off my shoes and crawl on top of her. She looks up at me with hungry, waiting eyes and swollen lips.

“You’re a vision,” I whisper in awe before lowering myself onto her waiting body and taking her lips once again. As our hands move frantically across each other’s bodies, I’m made frustratingly aware of just how many buttons and fasteners exist on professional clothing.

I hear her groan in excitement as I remove her nylon thigh highs, trailing my lips and tongue along freshly bared skin. I lean forward and move her panties to the side, perfectly exposing her clit. Charlotte's hips buckle in expectation, an invitation if I’ve ever seen one. I accept it happily and glide my tongue over her folds.

“Oh, fuck!” she cries. Charlotte is already soaking wet. The taste and smell of her arousal are driving me further on, and I draw long, smooth circles around her clit. Her moans of ecstasy are the most beautiful music.

But just when it feels like I’m getting started, I feel her palm press against my forehead. I lean back, a bit stunned and wondering what I did wrong.

“Now,” she says, sitting up and shimmying out of her panties. “I want it now. Right now.”

I smirk at her aggressiveness. This is certainly the forward reporter I'm used to. Charlotte rolls over and up, her knees perched on the edge of the mattress. Her body is glowing, quivering, waiting for me. And again, I happily oblige.

My cock slides into her with little resistance. She gasps and pushes back, making sure I’m filling her with every inch of me. I grip her hips and hold her still, wanting to enjoy the sensation for just a moment. But she whines, wanting to wrestle control back from me. It’s adorable and part of me wants to make her whine like this more. But even greater is my desire to please, so I loosen my grip and allow her to set the pace she wants.

Charlotte slams back against me, taking me fully each time and building sweet friction that threatens to end our good time too soon.

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