Page 80 of Untroubled Heart

I nip at her clit before I pull back, covering her mouth with my free hand as my other starts thrusting my fingers faster.

“Sorry, Callie’s a little busy right now,” I say calmly, her pussy growing wetter as it pulses around me, and a whimper is muffled into my palm. “Like she said, please keep all contact between the lawyers.” I hook my fingers up, tapping them against the front wall of her pussy. “And don’t worry about the cost. I’ve got it covered.”

The call drops out, and I jump to my feet, pulling out of her dripping pussy to lift her from the chair, then turn her around and bend her over my desk.

“Shit, Mason,” she pants, her head turned to the side as she rests against the surface.

Within seconds, I’m pulling my wallet from my back pocket, tearing through a foil packet, and rolling the latex down my hard cock. I rub the head through Callie’s entrance, teasing her with my piercing a few times before I grip her hip and slam into her.

Callie cries out, hands searching for purchase as her fingers rake over the wood. I lower my chest over her back, winding an arm under her hips to protect her from the desk’s edge as my hips snap against her arse.

“Fuck, Callie, you’re so wet. Did you like showing your ex how much better off you are without him?”

Her pussy contracts around me as my other hand covers hers, linking our fingers together. “Or maybe you liked the idea of doing something forbidden right under someone’s nose. I bet he heard you.” Callie arches into me. “I bet he knew someone was giving you pleasure in a way he never could.”

Callie arches into me, moaning my name.

“Should we call him back so he can hear you scream my name?” Callie squeezes my hand as her pussy grows slicker.

“Tell me what a good boy I am for fucking you better than anyone else.”

“Fuck me harder,” she begs.

I reach down, lifting one of her legs so her knee rests on the desk. With her hand in mine, I bring it to her pussy, and part her fingers so she can feel as I slide into her.

“Can you feel this greedy cunt swallowing my cock, Callie?”

“Ohhh, yessss.”

“So desperate and messy for me. Tell me why?”

“Because…” She gasps, slamming her eyes shut.

“Why, Callie baby?” I push the heel of my palm against her hand, applying pressure to her clit.

“Because you’re such a good boy when you fuck me.”

I groan, eyes falling shut as I relinquish control to my unbridled pleasure.

“I need your cum, baby.” I thrust into her, frantic and unrestrained, too overcome with hunger for her release as well as my own.

She bucks into me, and I struggle to hold myself up as my mind zeroes in on the way my balls tighten, the muscles in my arse clench, and Callie’s pussy bares down on me. It’s all too good, that crest of euphoria that holds you in space and time before it all comes shattering down and liquifies through your limbs.

Callie cries out just as heat surrounds my cock, and then I’m spilling into the condom. I pant against her neck as waves of caramel and berries pour from her skin.

“Wow.” I swallow, attempting to ease my dry throat. “You’re a way better assistant than Steven.”

Chapter twenty-eight

“Where are you going? I bet it’s somewhere fancy. Mason Heart’s like a gazillionaire.” Aurora leans closer and lowers her voice. “I heard West telling Mum he wouldn’t go easy on him just because he’s rich, and if he doesn’t open your door, he’ll riot.”

I glance to my left, where Aurora’s sitting on my bathroom counter, watching as I put in my earrings.

“Did he now?”

Mason and I have spent a lot of time together, but tonight is the first time we’re going out just the two of us for a fancy dinner.

Maevyn offered to do my hair and makeup, and though I usually don’t bother with anything more than mascara and a bit of tinted moisturiser, it is nice to get dressed up for special occasions. She gave me a dusty pink lip, gold eyeshadow, and bold winged liner that I could never have achieved myself. My hair is half up and styled into big waves. My favourite star charms are threaded through the two braids on top that lead into the high ponytail. I might be dressing fancier than normal, but I still want to feel like me. I did put myself out for a pair of heels, so I hope Mason parks close to the restaurant.