Page 13 of Stood Up
“Your name?”
The door opens to the right, the opposite side of where the woman went in. I turn to it, and my breath catches in my throat. Dressed in an impeccable solid black suit with a light blue button-up shirt and navy blue tie,helooks sexy as all hell. The way he stands there, a small smirk on his face, but more confidence than any one man should have, arouses me like no other. I’ve been around a lot of men in my job, but not one made me feel or got me hot like Mason Dean has just by breathing.
“Ms. Porter,” he says casually like it’s our first time officially meeting, and he hadn’t had his dick inside me a few days ago. But he doesn’t come and shake my hand, giving the impression we’ve already met—so I may have my wires crossed, but with him so close that’s not a surprise. “Please come this way.” He steps to the side and motions with his arm in a sweeping gesture to the door he came out of.
Putting on my most professional smile, I make my way to him, hearing the click of my heels on the tiled floor and the receptionist typing on a keyboard behind me. Each sound that thumps matches my heart rate and increases my body temperature.
His office is enormous, just like his home. There’s a kitchenette off in a corner and a full living room set sets in the other; one of the brown leather couches faces the windows which offer a fantastic view of downtown. Off to the other side is a huge mahogany desk reminding me of all the wood in his bedroom. Then all the things we did in that bedroom.
Pull your shit together, Aiden.
The door clicks shut, then I hear the distinct sound of a deadbolt being latched. I turn swiftly to Mason who, in fact, locked the door. When our eyes meet, I take an involuntary step back at the fierceness in his. I’m not sure if he’s angry, turned on, or both.
He takes a step closer to me, negating the distance I tried to put between us.
“You left.” His tone is accusatory and clipped. He’s definitely not happy about me leaving, but he has no right to be. It was one night. That’s all it will be, even if he’s standing so close to me I can touch him, making my hands itch and shake to do so.
“Yes, I did,” I confirm.
“Why?” Mason seems generally concerned about this question, so I answer.
“Because our night was over. We both got what we needed, and it was time to move on. Now, what can I help you with?”
The snake around the subject doesn’t work with Mason. He steps even closer, but this time I hold my ground. I have nothing to be ashamed of.
“Move on?” he growls, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me flush with his hot, hard body. Having nowhere to put my hands, I focus them on the collar of his jacket but don’t push back. The why is unknown. “I haven’t had my fill of you yet.”
“I…”
His lips crash down to mine, stealing my words and my breath. I give in to the kiss because what else can I do. He feels so nice. So warm. So damn perfect. He takes the kiss deeper and groans in pleasure, rousing me inside.
Mason pulls back and moves to my neck. I arch giving him better access. As his lips devour my skin, my clit pulses in tune with each lick and nip.
He sucks my earlobe into his mouth, and if I had the slightest bit of friction, I would come. Lazily, he moves to my ear. “I’m going to spank that pretty, little ass red.”
My breath catches at the thought. My core throbs, and I squeeze my ass cheeks.
“Like that thought, do ya?” he asks back at my ear. “Going to bend you over my desk, lift that sexy as fuck skirt, and spank that ass until I think you’ve learned your lesson. Then I’m going to fuck you, hard and deep so you walk out of my office bowlegged.”
My knees go weak, and if it weren’t for his arm holding me up I would have fallen. How can this man do this to me? Make me want. Need. Just with words. By his mere presence.
No, this isn’t right.
Swiftly, I maneuver out of his arms, only because he wasn’t expecting it, and his angry growl tells me his feelings on it. I hold my hands up warding him off. I need to think, and having him so close is not good for my brain.
“I’m here in a professional capacity. If you don’t need me, I’m leaving.”
“Oh, I need you alright.” I move, but he catches me. “You want this just as much as I do.”
He’s right. I want him. Every inch of him.
Is there something wrong with me?
