by Karen Deen
Initially, he’s just searching through papers on her desk, like he’s looking for something. Then he starts in her drawers; there’s one that’s locked. Good girl, at least he can’t get to your personal things. His face is getting more frustrated.
He quickly sits at her desk, typing on her computer. This could be a good sign that he’s up to something if he can access her machine. The typing is getting more frantic, and he doesn’t seem to be getting anywhere. That’s very interesting since he would need her password to access the invoices that were approved by her, supposedly. Maybe he has some software that does it for him when he’s not on his work computer. I don’t know enough about that side of things.
Picking up the tablet off her desk, he tries his luck with that, and the satisfied look tells me he has what he needs. Pulling his phone out, he starts snapping photos of something and then keeps scrolling up the tablet so he can take more pictures. What the hell is he doing? I can’t see clearly enough what’s on the screen to see what he’s up to.
Then there’s a noise or something outside her door that startles him. Straightening her desk and turning off the tablet, he quickly heads back to his own desk situated outside her office and goes straight back into work like nothing just happened.
I message Franco to tell him we need to know what’s open on Paige’s tablet as soon as she gets back in her office and that they’re clear to head back upnow. Tyson is now looking through his phone at the photos he took until he sees Franco and Paige walking towards him. Franco stops to talk to him so that Paige can go into her office and not be disturbed. Closing the door behind her, I see her take her phone and push it. My phone on the desk starts vibrating.
“Mason.” Her voice sounds a little panicked.
“Just breathe, baby, nothing is wrong, I just need you to open your tablet and tell me what page is open.”
“What was he doing in my office, what did he touch?”
“It’s okay, nothing, just papers on your desk, and he was looking through your drawers. He couldn’t get into your locked one.”
“Thank god. That’s the one with all my private files and my handbag.” Her voice is talking fast, still quaking with nervous energy.
“Paige, slow down and concentrate. What’s on the tablet?” I say again, trying to get her to focus.
Watching her open it up, she looks a little confused. “What is it?”
“Just my personal diary. The one he no longer has access to. Why would he want that? That won’t help him steal money from me.”
No, you’re right, Paige, but it lets him know where you are twenty-four hours a day, and that worries me.
“Have you put tonight’s dinner in there yet?”
“No, there’s no need, it’s at home.”
“Good, so he only knows future events which we can now change if we need to. Thanks, baby, it’s not anything big so you can get on with your day now. Everything is falling into place. You’re safe, and Tyson is giving us evidence to get him charged. It’ll all be over soon. Now just relax and think about tonight, a nice wine, good food, and laughs. Oh, and of course dessert. Which is becoming my favorite meal.”
“Really, Mason. At a time like this you’re thinking about sex?” She sounds frustrated.
“Fuck, yeah. With a hot girlfriend like you, I’m always thinking about sex with you. Past sex, future sex, and the sex I would have with you right now if I were in that office with you.” I can feel my balls tightening while the vision is building in my head. “Paige, go and lock your office door,” I tell her sternly
“Mason, I can’t.” Her voice is just above a whisper.
“You can and you will. Lock the door now and stand in front of your desk where I can see you.” I can see her hesitating, and then finally her body moves towards the door. “That’s it, baby, let me relax you.”
“What are you doing, Mason?” A little quiver has the hairs on my body standing up; she’s trying to show she doesn’t want to do anything she shouldn’t, but already her voice and her body language tell me she does. Knowing that this security feed only comes to my computer and nobody knows it’s there, I don’t have to worry about this falling into the wrong hands.
“I’m making my girl relax and feel better. Now lean against your desk and slowly run your free hand over your body. Touching those perfect tits. Give them a squeeze.” Now it’s me groaning into the phone. “That’s it, just like that. Does it feel good?”
“Mmm,” she whispers into the phone.
“Close your eyes, no thinking, just listening to my voice and imagine the touch is my hand. Now run it down your thigh and slowly drag the skirt up your legs so I can see my pussy.” I can see her hand hesitating. “Now Paige, I’m in control.”
Her hand then moves automatically.
“Good girl. Now, because you’ve done as you were told, I want you to leave your G-string on and slide your hand over your pussy and rub it up and down, so you feel the pressure. Like when you like to ride my leg. That’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing her open her mouth, I know a moan is about to escape.
“Remember, you can’t make a sound, Paige. Close that mouth and swallow that moan.” This is the hottest thing I’ve seen. Rubbing my hand over my cock, I want more than anything to let him free too. But this isn’t about me, it’s about Paige.
“If I were there, I’d be on my knees in front of you, slipping those panties down your legs and placing my hands on your mound. Opening you up and licking you from bottom to top. Tasting you and getting myself off on it. I want you to slip your finger under your panties, Paige. Swiping up and down. Feel how wet you are. That’s all for me, Tiger. You’re getting close, aren’t you, baby.”
She’s biting her bottom lip and nodding her head to keep quiet. It’s the most divine sight.
“Do you want to come, Paige, or should I make you wait until tonight?” Her head starts shaking no like crazy. Oh yeah, she’s ready to explode. She needs this release. Fuck, so do I.
“I want you to really start to rub your clit now, baby. How you need to get you there.” Her body starts rocking back and forward on her desk as she fucks herself with her fingers.
“You’re so close, harder, yes, really ride that hand. Take it, take the good feeling.” Her head is starting to drop back, and her body stiffens.
“Now, Paige, come for me now!” I growl through the phone at her.
Then her orgasm shatters through her body. Leaning back with her mouth open but no words coming out, her body shakes as it rides the waves of the orgasm. I can tell her legs feel like jelly as she’s slumped on her desk.
“Fuck. That was so fucking hot, Tiger. Watching you like that is next level.” My breathing is strained just like my pants. “How do you feel now, sweetheart?”
“Mmmmmm,” is all she murmurs.
“Open your eyes for me, Paige. I need to see that mushy look I love on you. Knowing it’s me that put it there.”
“Bastard, how am I supposed to work?” she whispers, looking at the camera with the hint of a smile.
“Well, you can always call a PPP meeting out of the office this afternoon. I’m all for that.”
“You’re a bad influence, Mason. One that’s like a drug. I can’t get enough.”
“Music to my ears, Tiger. Now go into the bathroom and clean yourself up. Bring back out the hard-ass bitch and finish the afternoon. But just know tonight you have a debt that needs paying. My cock is screaming right now. Throwing his own tantrum.”
“Poor little thing. I’ll see what I can do.”
“Love you, Tiger. Now stop being a dirty little boss and go and make yourself respectable.”
“Love you, Mason, but fuck off and leave me alone. Otherwise, get that cock down here and fuck me on this desk.” Laughing, she walks to the bathroom door.
“That’s cruel. Be careful what you wish for, Paige. You might want to keep that door locked so it keeps me out. Now, behave.” Hanging up the phone, I lean back in the chair and groan out load.
That woman is going to kill me.
Or more specifically, my balls.
~
Finally, today is over, and Paige and Franco have just left for the ride home with Bent. Shutting down my computer and locking up the office I’m in, I’ll be glad to get home to my girl. While she’s home with me, I can relax and know that all is under control.
Walking to my car, my phone lights up with Ashton’s name.
“Hey, just checking in quickly with my findings for today. Mia and the kids left the apartment briefly this morning to walk to the supermarket down the road, getting some basic supplies. They all seemed happy enough, although Mia is definitely frightened. She’s watching everywhere, looking for someone. But I saw something else today that I thought strange and wanted to let you know.”
“Thanks, I appreciate you keeping your eyes on her. What else did you see?” Almost at my car, I stop to hear what he says.
“Thought it was a little strange that Paige’s driver was at the apartment block, entering through the front door with a key. He was there for about 30 minutes, and then he left again. Not sure what that’s about,” he says.
“Me either. Thanks, I need to find out more about that. This whole thing is fucked up. Paige is on her way there now, and I’m not far behind her. Talk soon.” Cutting off the call, I need to get to my car and home. What the hell is Bent doing there during the day? Why has he got a key? Thank god Franco is with her this afternoon. I’m starting to think Bent is involved with Tyson, and somehow, they’re doing this together. It would make sense in that they are two of the people who are closest to her all the time.
I need to fill Franco in and get his hacker to look for Bent on the security surveillance. He shouldn’t be able to get to the penthouse, but I’m not certain of anything with this anymore, the code being her dad’s birthday makes it pretty easy. If he’s been in her apartment, I’ll rip him to shreds. I don’t want Paige with Franco when I call him, so instead, I’m driving home quicker than I should be while all the information we have is piecing together in my head. Like a jigsaw, but some of the edges don’t match the other side. So far it looks like this is a joint thing with Tyson and Bent, but there are a few things that don’t fit with Tyson either. We’re just going to have to wait until tonight for the login to the invoice and see if we can work it out from there. Nail them and put an end to this.
Pulling into the parking at the apartment, I know I need to calm down before heading upstairs. I’ve done my best to distract Paige these last few days so I can’t fuck that up now. A quick call to Franco before heading up the elevator, and he tells me Miss H should have the tapes analyzed by tonight. Thank god.
Riding the elevator gives me time to pull myself together. I’ve always wondered how Paige puts up her wall to take on the world. The last few days I feel like I’m doing the same thing with Paige. Showing her that everything is under control as much as it can be and for her to just remain calm. Whereas on the inside, my brain is going nuts the whole time trying to piece it all together. Then there’s the whole side situation with Mia in the mix. My main priority is Paige, though, so as the elevator slows, I feel a little calmer knowing she’s with me. Looking at my watch, I see it’s only six pm. Plenty of time before everyone is arriving for dinner. I have a debt to collect and now feels like the perfect time.
The doors are opening and there she is, perfect as always.
She’s read my mind, knowing we both need this.
Still in her red heels and just black lace underwear.
“Are you the debt collector?” she asks in the sweetest voice.
“Too fucking right, I am.” I stalk towards her.
“You like to be watched, Tiger, I’ve learned. Well, I’m going to fuck you for the world to see.” I reach for her and pick her up in my arms. Her legs and heels wrap around my waist, so she’s rubbing against my rock-hard cock. Walking quickly to the big glass windows of the living room, I back her against them.
“Just here, I’m going to fuck you hard for everyone to see. That’s for teasing me at work today and having all the fun without me.” Not giving her time to talk, my mouth comes down on hers. Both opening and tongues dueling for control, the kiss is hot and consuming. I grind against her, trying to find some relief already.
“Oh god please, fuck me, I need you. I need this,” she pleads, pulling from the kiss.
“We both need this.” Leaning down and pulling one side of her bra back with my teeth, I take her breast in my mouth, sucking until she’s moaning loudly. Just as I back off a bit and she starts to relax, I bite down on her nipple that’s hard and waiting for attention.
“Fuck!” Paige screams.
“Yes, that’s what I’m about to do to you.”
Holding her against the window with one hand and my body, I’m racing to undo my pants. My cock is already peeking out the top of my boxers, too impatient to wait. I pull it out and push her lace to the side, slamming home and just staying still to savor the moment.
“All. Fucking. Day. This is all I could think about. Being inside you.” My voice is strained, trying to hold on before I totally lose myself in her.
“Mason, please,” she purrs.
“Yeah, baby, hold on. This won’t take long.”
I take her over and over again as we both let the confusion in our lives go. Her nails are digging into my shoulders the harder I fuck her. The pain is just what I need. To feel every part of her here with me.
I can’t hold on any longer.
“You’re mine, all fucking mine,” I yell as the orgasm takes over.
“Yours,” she screams too and then slumps forward into my body.
That’s right, mine, and he can’t have you.
21
Paige
“HOW DO YOU DO THAT?” I ask as I try to shift my head off his chest.
“Do what?” Mason asks as he lifts me off the window. Letting me slowly lower my legs.
“Fuck me until I’m like jelly and all mushy.” I’m still draped on his body to hold me up, my arms around his neck.
“Just talented. You know, my big…”
“Ego,” I say before he can say cock.
“Baby, that was cruel.” We’re both laughing.
“You know what’s cruel? Making my legs like jelly and now I’ve got to walk up the stairs to my room.” In one swift movement, I’m in his arms again and being carried.
“I’m loving this slave thing I’ve got going on with you. I think I could live like this forever.” As we’re getting to the top of the stairs, Mason stops.
“Are you asking me to move in?” His face looks serious. I wasn’t, but the feeling of him being anywhere else than with me just feels wrong.
“I thought you already had. When was the last time you stayed at your place?” We both look at each other.
“I guess it’s settled then. Are you sure you want a roomie?” he asks timidly.
“No.” His face drops. “I want my boyfriend living with me. In our home. Together.”
He cheers loudly, running towards the bedroom still carrying me. “You’re going to regret this, but too late now. You’re stuck with me. Smelly socks and all.” He throws me onto the bed where I bounce and can’t stop giggling.
“Tilly’s right. You act like you’re five sometimes.”
“You have no idea what you’re in for. The child in me loves to come out to play.”
“So I’m learning, now get in the shower. Your family will be here shortly. I would like to smell clean, not like hot dirty sex,” I demand, pointing to the bathroom.
“What makes you think after we shower together you still won’t smell like hot dirty sex?”
“You’re insatiable. You, in the shower, now. I’m going after you.” Getting up off the bed, I take off my shoes and walk into the closet to put them away. Mason is behind me and wraps me in a cuddle.
Quietly in my ear he whispers, “I love you, Paige. Thank you for being my home. I’d
live in a shack with you. No walls, furniture, or money mean anything to me. You are my home. That’s all I need.” Closing my eyes, I lean my head back on his shoulder and sink my body against him.
“Me too, Mason, me too. I know I can’t be without you anymore. I need you with me, but more than that, I want you with me all the time. It would hurt too much for you to be anywhere else.” We stand there for a minute or so just soaking up the moment, and then he breaks away, walking straight into the shower. I’ve got a feeling the emotion was overwhelming, because I know it is for me too. The speed at which this has happened is crazy, but it’s right. Not a doubt in my mind.
~
“Paige, you have no idea what a pathetic singer this guy is. Has he showed you the karaoke video yet?” Lex yells above all the noise of everyone at the table.
“Don’t you dare.” Mason points at him with a mouthful of food.
The uproar starts from all the boys.
“I can’t judge, Mason tells me mine is pretty bad too.”
“No way can it be as bad as his, have you heard it? See these windows here? They’d all be cracked.” Tate’s pulling out his phone. “You have to see this.”
“Just remember, Tate, revenge is sweet. You press play on that, and it’s coming back to bite you one day, asshole.” Mason is trying so hard to stop him.
“What’s wrong, Mason?” I tease. “I’m already better at basketball than you; now even though I’m bad at singing, apparently I’m still better than you. It’s okay that you come second all the time.” Not realizing what I’m saying, the boys lose it. They’re all laughing, and Mason has spat his drink out of his mouth.
“Baby, I’m a gentleman, I’ll always be coming second.” Mason kisses the side of my cheek, while the boys are all still carrying on.
“Seriously, one day maybe they’ll grow up,” Tilly says to me from down the table.
“Nope, doubt it. If it hasn’t happened by thirty-five, it’s not happening at all,” Grayson announces.
