Playing with the Boss (Red Hot Read Book 2)

by Max Henry

  “I’m so fucking sorry,” he says while spreading my legs. “For all the bullshit I caused.”

  I shudder when his palm hits my pussy, the heel of his hand massaging my swollen folds.

  “This suspension,” he says, focus squarely on his fingers as he explores my wetness. “It was worth it.”

  “God, that feels good.” I reach for him, frustrated when I can’t touch him.

  “This will feel better.” He leans forward, hands on my inner thighs to hold my legs apart while he sweeps his tongue the length of me. “Fuck, yes.”

  Like the sex-starved hussy I am, I arch toward him, hoping, wishing for more. My prayers are answered when Mason slips a thick finger inside, quickly following it with a second to stroke me to the brink of orgasm. His tongue dances across my clit, stopping every so often so he can suck the tender flesh into his mouth before releasing it with a pop.

  I literally claw at the chair to save from sinking my nails into him and dragging his body over top of mine.

  “I don’t…” I pant. “I don’t want to come yet.” Don’t get me wrong, multiple orgasms are fucking amazing. But dragging it out? Holding off? I want that high.

  “Are you sure?” he groans. “I was really looking forward to drinking it all up.”

  “Positive.”

  Mason pushes my bra down and takes my breast in his mouth while he reaches down to free himself from the restriction of his boxers. I twist side to side, suppressing a moan as he nips the bud of my nipple, to try and get a glimpse of his cock.

  I felt his erection pushed up against me at the club, felt how thick and hard he was. All I’ve thought of since is how badly I wanted to suck him off that night. If Emma hadn’t lost herself in the next stall over, I can guarantee that Mason would have lost his load in my mouth.

  “You want a taste?” he asks apparently having figured out what I try to do.

  “What do you think?” I arch an eyebrow.

  He grins, his eyes devilish as he scoots back to stand a foot from the chair. “Come and get it then.”

  My weakened body slides from the seat, my legs folding beneath me as I do so that I kneel before him. His erection stands proudly between us, twitching when I lick my lips. I grip the base and wrap my lips around the head, stilling for a moment to savor both his taste and the groan he makes as I take him in.

  He stands with his feet wide, hands on hips and head tipped toward the ceiling. Arousal pools at the apex of my clenched thighs as I take in this masterpiece before me. His abs are tense as I take him deeper, his thigh rock hard beneath my hand.

  Jesus. And I thought I’d be able to drag this out.

  My hand swirls around the velvety flesh of his cock while I take him deep, pull back, and then push deeper. His crown hits the back of my throat, and I fight the natural instinct to gag. My throat closes around him, pulling a guttural moan from the man that has my pussy clench in anticipation.

  I need to get this man on his goddamn back, now.

  “Baby,” he rasps, hand in my hair. “You keep that up, and I won’t last.”

  I pull off his dick with a final pop and then push gently on his thigh. “Get on the bed.”

  Mason’s eyes go wide for a fraction of a second before an amused smirk graces his lips. “Is that so?”

  “You want this?” I stand tall, twisting one arm behind me to release my bra.

  He swallows hard when I drop the lace, giving him a full unhindered view of my naked body. “Fuck, your everything.”

  “I’m wet and impatient,” I reply with a jerk of my chin. “Move.”

  He does as he’s told, but instead of retreating to the bed like I want, he steps toward me. I gasp as I’m lifted into his hold, his erection tantalizing close to the apex of my thighs as he carries me toward the bed.

  “You want to ride me, baby?”

  “So bad.”

  He backs up to the foot of the bed, hands beneath my ass, and falls backward. I brace myself over him, my hair falling in a curtain to shield us from the world. It’s him, me, and another hour at least of whatever the hell we want to do.

  I get the feeling most of which will include this bed.

  I hesitate, lost in his eyes while his hands draw lazy circles on my lower back. Something passes between us, a softness, an understanding.

  “You really are beautiful, Lisa.”

  I have no idea what to say. So I kiss him. Slow and savoring at first, yet hungry and ravenous by the end. His tongue sweeps mine, his grip on me tightening as I moan into the connection.

  God, he tastes as good as he smells.

  “This is all yours, baby.” Mason slips his hands to my ass, guiding my slick folds along the length of his erection. “Use it.”

  I grind against him a few more times before tilting my hips to take his length inside of me. I stifle a cry, seating myself on him in one long, stroke. His thick length fills and stretches me, the head of his cock nudging deep inside.

  I could stay like this, trapped in this bliss, forever.

  My hips start slow, the rhythm I set a leisurely one while I savor the feel of him. My eyes slip closed, my lips parted. With a hand to his chest to steady myself, I sit tall, using my knees to lift myself off him a small way and then slam down hard. Fuck—I feel so full.

  “You look amazing.” Mason slides a hand around my throat, gripping me while I ride his cock.

  He matches my pace, and I gasp with each thrust deep into my pussy, my hands grappling for something to hold on to. His fingers flex on my windpipe while he stares into my eyes, all the unspoken words at that moment seeming to promise me one thing: possession.

  He owns me, utterly. This is so much more than a lust-fuelled fuck.

  I whimper as my climax nears, reaching for his shoulders. He moves his hand from my throat, pushing it between us to run tight circles on my clit as his cock drives deep and demanding from his position below.

  “Come for me, Lisa. Drench my cock in your sweet juices. I want a reminder of what we did here, your sweet sticky cum tugging at my balls every time I move.”

  I shudder as my orgasm hits, sucking in a sharp breath that seems to lodge in my throat as every muscle in my body tenses. Mason seals his mouth to mine, stifling the moan that slips free as I expel the breath I held, breaking the kiss long enough to groan with his release.

  His hips jerk with each shot of cum he thrusts inside of me. I revel in the feel of the warm liquid inside my pussy, strangely sated to know that he’s claimed me in such a primal, raw way.

  He pants and sets his hands on hips to withdraw.

  I clasp his shoulder, stilling him. “Don’t pull out yet.”

  “Goddamn.” His eyes close as my pussy clenches gently around him, the final waves of my orgasm only just easing. “If I had a choice, I’d wrap you in my arms and fall asleep with my cock inside of you, baby, but you need to go get ready to return to work.”

  I collapse onto his chest with a sigh, loving the way he instantly strokes my hair.

  If it were up to me, I’d stay here all day too.

  Feeling loved. Adored.

  Irreplaceable.

  EIGHTEEN

  Mason

  My head was so wrapped around sinking balls deep in her that I didn’t think about the fact I took her bare. Fuck—what if she’s not on any protection? I wait for the panic to set in, the inevitable racing of my heart while I wait in reception to discover my fate.

  It doesn’t come.

  The thought of Lisa, fat with my baby? Holy shit. I want that. I fucking want that life.

  She left with a heated kiss yesterday, her face a little flushed from the quick shower she took in my hotel room. I expected to get a message from her later in the afternoon—chicks can’t help but seek out reassurance like that. But she never got in touch.

  And neither did I.

  I was so taken aback by everything: how she took charge, the way she then surrendered to me, the honest passion in her eyes. I think I’ve met
my match.

  “Mason!” Alf calls out from the boardroom doorway. “We’re waiting for you.”

  I drag a hand over my face and stand. Fuck my life. I’ve let a woman get me all tangled up with my goddamn emotions and look where that’s landed me. Goddamn, this sissy shit is complex. I drag my feet toward what I’m pretty damn sure is going to be my dismissal. Then again, an enforced break might not be a bad thing. I’d have plenty of time to figure out what all this cotton candy bullshit in my head means.

  It’s pretty simple, douche. Snare the girl.

  Yeah, but how? If I’m going to make sure this thing with Lisa doesn’t die a sad death as no more than a fun fling while I’m visiting, I need to know my motivation behind why I want her for myself. What motivates me to choose her? Why has this dark-haired siren sung my song after years of seemingly fun non-committal sex?

  Why the hell has her influence got me standing in this fucking boardroom, looking into the eyes of my goddamn nemesis, praying for an easy break.

  “Gentlemen.”

  Tony gestures to the chair furthest from his. “Sit.”

  I make my way to the far end of the table to sit in relative isolation. Alf settles to Tony’s left.

  “Thank you for joining us, Mason.”

  I stiffen at the echo of Pete’s voice from the conference phone in the center of the table. I’m fucked.

  “I’ve consulted over the accusations against both of you,” Pete continues. “Since nobody was present with you during this ruckus, the reasons given for the disagreement are all I have to go on. Unsubstantiated facts.” He sighs.

  I shift my gaze to Tony who clenches his hands together before him. His eyes are hard, trained on me, his mouth set in a grim line.

  I get the feeling he’s already heard the outcome of this investigation.

  “Tony has agreed to supply detailed expense sheets for the past six months to Moira.” So he agrees there’s something to look into, even if he’s passing the job off to his personal assistant. “On the condition that any personal ties between you, Mason, and Miss East are terminated.”

  They can’t do that. Management can’t fucking dictate who I choose to see in my own time.

  “And if I don’t agree with these terms?”

  “You’re admitting something was going on, then?” Tony sneers.

  Alf leans back in his seat, eyes closed as he tips his face toward the ceiling.

  “This is really the only option, Pete?” I look toward the conference phone as though it were him, begging with my eyes. Please let him have another option.

  “It’s the only option.”

  “Isn’t this against employment law?” I press.

  Silence fills the room. I fucking knew it. They were bargaining on me agreeing to something they can’t legally enforce.

  I lock eyes with Tony. “I want this agreement in writing including the details of how the reprimand came about.”

  “Mason.”

  “I’m sorry, Pete. But if you want to tarnish my otherwise spotless employment record, I want to make sure that it’s based off more than hearsay.”

  Pete sighs. Alf leans forward, seemingly curious about what the answer will be.

  “I’ll have a document prepared for you within twenty-four hours. Until then, you may resume duties as usual.”

  “With all due respect, I think it might be better if I remain on leave until this is officially resolved.” Like fuck, I’m going to make it look as though I pre-emptively agree by coming back to work.

  They can put it in writing how goddamn petty this is.

  “Will that be all?” Tony snaps. The asshole is clearly unimpressed with the result.

  Good. Fucker.

  “We’re done for today.” A click, followed by the light on the phone switching to red, signals Pete’s departure from the meeting.

  I rise from the seat, doing all I can not to thrust my chest out and strut from the room. They honestly thought I’d go down that easy.

  Idiots.

  If they want to know how dedicated I am in pursuit of what I want, all they have to do is ask Lisa.

  Lisa.

  Looks as though I’m not done here today, after all.

  NINETEEN

  Lisa

  My hands shake over the keyboard while I attempt to log in. How goddamn reckless, was I? First, I hook up with a stranger at a club, and then even worse, after I fool around with him at work, I fuck him on my lunch break without protection.

  I must have a virus or something. It’s the only logical explanation for this delirium I’m in.

  Emma. I need advice, and I need it stat.

  I lift the desk phone and punch in her number automatically. Afternoon chats are our thing, a way to get through that final hour on the clock that seems to drag no matter how busy or slow the day is.

  “Heya. Gimme a second.” I catch the tap of her keys in the background. “Okay. I’m all yours.”

  “Busy?”

  “Ugh,” she groans. “Like you wouldn’t believe. If I knew how much extra they’d dump on me, I wouldn’t have taken the promotion.”

  “They give you the work because they trust you to do it, babe,” I remind her. “Look for the positive.”

  “I guess. Still, the sight of these goddamn reports is making me ill.” She sighs. “Tell me your day is better.”

  “I need help,” I state feebly, sinking into my chair.

  “What happened?”

  “You know how yesterday you asked me why I was in such a good mood after work?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Mason happened.”

  “And you didn’t tell me?” she squeals.

  I lift the phone from my ear, wincing. “Sorry?”

  “Sorry won’t cut it, miss.” She launches into a full-blown verbal tirade about how I can keep such things from her.

  I guess she has reason to be pissed after she pretty much pushed me back into his arms, but the truth is, I was still on such a lust-filled high last night that I wanted to drift off to sleep in it without risking anything ruining my good mood.

  Turns out I did that myself when I woke up an hour after going to bed in a sweat because my brain finally decided to remind me that we hadn’t used protection.

  “I take it you crossed paths, then?” She still sounds hurt, even after offloading.

  “You could say as much.” I pull a deep breath and sit forward in my seat to lean both elbows on the desk. “We might have hooked up on my lunch break.”

  “You what?” I pull the receiver from my ear again. “Details. All of it.” She seems to give it a second to sink in. “Hold up. Why are you calling to ask me about it now? Oh my God. You’ve seen him today, haven’t you?”

  “No. I haven’t.” Other than catching a glimpse of him in reception.

  Millie was far too keen to let me know why he’s here. Apparently, a decision has been made about the future of his job after the physical altercation he had with Tony.

  “What’s going on then?”

  I cringe, closing my eyes before I tell her. “I may have, like, got caught up in the moment and not used a joey.”

  “He took you bare?” she asks in a low, admonishing tone. “Oh, babe. You’re on the pill though, right?”

  “Of course.”

  “So you think he sleeps around and might have something?”

  “I don’t know,” I wail, slamming my face onto my desk.

  A pen wedges into my cheek, but at this moment, I couldn’t care less.

  “Ask him,” Emma states. “It’s as simple as that.”

  “Yeah. I’m totally looking forward to that conversation,” I groan. “That’s not even the worst of it.”

  “Jesus, babe. It’s only Wednesday. Save some drama for the rest of the week, would ya?”

  I chuckle, leaning back and swiveling toward the window. “Apparently the fist fight the other day was partially over me.”

  “Say what? Oh, gurl….”

&n
bsp; “Tony said he had proof about us. Mason denied it and told him to leave me alone, and when Tony wouldn’t back off, they ended up exchanging blows for some reason.”

  “That is so romantic,” Emma gushes.

  I laugh. “No, it’s not. It’s reckless.”

  “How? Yo man defended your honor. What’s more awesome than that?”

  “He may have also been defending his own reputation, you know.” I fidget with the arm of my office chair.

  “What on earth makes you think that?”

  “He’s not my boss,” I protest. “Well, he is, but not at the same time, if that makes any sense. I’ve been told to refuse any advances I get from him otherwise we could both lose our jobs,” I hiss under my breath.

  “Bullshit. Who told you that garbage?”

  “Alf.”

  “Well, it’s bullshit. Look up your contract. Does it actually say anything about inter-office relationships? I mean, he’s a manager, and you’re sales; it’s hardly a conflict of interest.”

  “It is when he’s here to evaluate our jobs.”

  “Does he make the final call though?”

  I swear she hears the penny drop at my end of the line. “No.” My back goes rigid as I snap upright. “He just… I mean… why the hell didn’t I think about it like that?”

  “Because your goddamn head is in the clouds, Lissy.” Emma laughs. “Now, what did you need help with? Because, girl, you already know the answers.”

  I chuckle, the dark cloud drifting away from my day. “I guess I just needed my best friend to point that out for me.”

  “I’m always here for you, babe. Now go tell your man we’ll see him at ours for dinner.”

  “Dinner?”

  “Yeah. Dinner. You can butter him up before you drop the STD question on him.”

  “Love you,” I say with a laugh as she gives her goodbyes also.

  She’s always my voice of reason, and right now, she’s my goddamn logic too. We aren’t a conflict of interest, at least as far our roles go. He said it himself: Mason has no final say over whether I stay or go when the ax falls, so how could a relationship influence that?