Page 25 of Every Breath

He grabbed the edges of her pants to yank them down to her ankles. He pushed her legs apart. “Your pussy smells way too good for me to resist. I just need one little kiss—one little taste,” he sighed, kneeling in front of her.

Brandi realized they shouldn’t be doing this in the office when anyone could walk in at any minute, but as she felt Mason push her panties aside and his warm breath linger against her pussy, she threw her head back and surrendered to the gentle persuasion of his mouth. His tongue grazed over the slit of her damp opening, making her groan in the back of her throat. Mason’s tongue darted inside her labia to lick her throbbing clit.

“That feels wonderful, Mason.”

“You taste wonderful. Your pussy is so wet and fragrant I could stay between your thighs like this forever.”

He swirled his tongue around her little button, making her shiver in reaction. She felt a strong erotic charge shoot up her spine. Brandi threaded her fingers through his dark-red hair to clutch him tighter to her hot cunt. His lips latched onto her clit before sucking voraciously as though this was his most favorite activity in the entire world.

Brandi arched her back and squeezed her eyes tightly. If someone would have told her this morning that she would be sitting on the counter letting a man she hardly knew eat her pussy in the dentist’s office, she would have thought they were out of their tiny little minds. Mason inserted his middle finger inside of her wet channel, causing Brandi to cry out in open pleasure. She raised her lids and looked down at him.

Mason lifted his head with a smile on his face, his finger still buried deep inside of her. “You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she moaned, unable to lie to him when the evidence of her arousal was smeared on his lips. She hadn’t been hot like this for a man until she visited his place.

“Good, because I like doing it to you.” He added another finger and Brandi had to bite her lips so she wouldn’t scream out too loudly. He gently fucked her with his fingers, sliding them in and out of her. She wanted more but knew they couldn’t go much further than this; otherwise, she would be totally lost.

Just then, there was a sharp knock on the door.

“Hey, Brandi, what’s taking you so long in there?” Christa, her coworker and the other hygienist at the office, was on the other side of the door.

Holy shit!

Mason stood up abruptly and withdrew his fingers before helping her off the counter. In a frantic hurry, she pulled her pants up. She realized she probably looked a mess, but it was better to look a mess than if Christa had walked into the office to see Mason’s head planted firmly between her thighs.

“Excuse me!” The door burst open and they jumped away guiltily. Christa stared open-mouthed at the two of them.

“Christa, what…what do you want?” Brandi asked, adjusting her clothes. She was mortified.

“Well, I wondered if you needed my help, but I can see you are handling things just fine on your own. Umm, Mr. Collins, your fly is open.” Christa left them alone again, closing the door behind her.

Mason’s face turned a bright red that nearly matched his hair. “I’m sorry, Brandi. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.” He looked so contrite it was hard to be angry with him. Besides, it was as much her fault as it was his. It wouldn’t have happened if she hadn’t wanted him as badly as she did.

“I won’t get in trouble. Christa may use this incident to blackmail me into a few free lunches but she’s not a blabbermouth. I guess we both got a little carried away.”

“That’s the understatement of the year. And don’t trivialize what happened.”

“I’m not. I was just making a statement.”

He visibly relaxed. “You’ll still come see me on Friday night, then?”

“I said I would, but Lord knows why.” She stared at him, trying to figure out what hold he had over her. “What the hell have you done to me?”

“The same thing you’ve done to me. Brandi, this was meant to be.”

“Don’t talk like that, Mason. It’s just going to be sex, okay?”

“It’s more than sex. Much more.”

“No. Let’s get something straight. I’m not in the market for a relationship right now. Things are too crazy in my life already, and when I do decide to involve myself with someone romantically again, it will be with a black man.”

He took a step back as though she had just slapped him. “I didn’t realize you had a problem with my being white. It sure as hell didn’t seem that way when you were begging me to touch you.”

She could feel a headache coming on. Why was he giving her a hard time when she had gone against all her principles and agreed to sleep with him? He was the one to suggest a fling in the first place.

“Look, I’m attracted to you. Hell, I haven’t felt like this since my husband died, but my children come first. My son especially will need the influence of a strong black man in his life. No offense, but if we have this affair, I don’t want my kids to know about it.”

“Don’t give me that crap about race. When you’re in my arms, do you see a man or do you see a white man? Are you ashamed of me?”

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