Page 50 of Gin and Lava

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MASON

Naomi pants beneath me as I pull the shoulder of her dress down, and then the cup of her bra. I take her nipple into my mouth, lavishing her softly. Her fingers dig into my hair and stroke the wet strands at the back of my neck. When I look in her eyes, she’s completely spent. Her hand caresses my cheek, before she reaches around to grab my ass. She moans softly, squeezing my cheeks as she lies beneath me, my cock still inside her, her eyes glazed with awe.

“Mason,” she says softly, not letting go of my backside. “I think we might need to make this a more regular occurrence.”

“You mean like dating?”

“No. I mean like hooking up.” Her hands run up my sides. “Exchange numbers and—”

“Booty call each other?”

“Unless you want me to show up randomly and flash my vagina at you.”

“That’s worked out pretty well so far,” I admit, leaning my weight into her and making her moan as I emphasize the fact that I’m still inside her.

“Mmmmmmm,” she groans in appreciation. “Except, you might have to pay your employees extra so they don’t complain about being traumatized.”

“From hearing you orgasm?” I shake my head. “No, that’s a hot bonus. They now have audio porn they can whack-off to later. Plus, they saw you come in. You’re definitely going to star in several of their fantasies tonight.”

“You didn’t just say that,” she frowns, pushing me back.

I shrug. “The truth’s the truth. It’s what I’ll be doing later. And it’s not like you didn’t walk in here and admit to practically breaking your vibrator while knobbing off to the memory of me.”

“That was private,” she says, an embarrassed blush shooting down her skin, even though nothing about her was embarrassed when she walked in here begging. I pull out of her and turn away to dispose of the condom.

“If you want to act like you’re in a porno, Naomi, don’t judge those who hear you.”

“Not fair,” she chides, and I look back at her righting her dress and skirt and picking up her thong from the floor.

“You’re right,” I say hotly. “They’re definitely not going to think it’s fair that I actually got to fuck you. And later, when you’re watching porn to get yourself off again, you’re going to be complaining that it isn’t fair that I’m not there to act it out with you.”

“Is that your version of Netflix and chill,” she tosses at me, sliding off my desk onto wobbly legs.

“It can be,” I say, smiling.

She pushes a sweaty swath of blonde hair out of her face and reaches over to her purse that at some point she put on my desk. She pulls out her phone.

“Number,” she says matter-of-fact.

I raise an eyebrow at her. “You were serious about that?”

“Well, you’ve ruined both porn and vibrators for me, so …” She navigates to the contacts screen. “I need something for when I’m pent up and horny.”

“Something,” I toss back at her, pretending I’m insulted.

She looks up at me with a sly frown. “You want me calling someone else?”

“You could’ve called someone else anytime this week,” I throw back. “I don’t think you want anyone else.”

“Getting cocky, I see.”

“No,” I say smugly. “I thinkyouwere getting cocky—my cocky—pounding into you.”

She rolls her eyes at me like I’m a child.

“That was a pun,” I explain. “Cocky. Cock.”

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