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  “That’s completely false, Livvy.” He counters, stepping closer to my desk. “I heard it all. You need a date for the engagement party and the wedding. With that, you also need someone believable. Someone who can’t keep their hands off you. Someone you are as attracted to as they are to you.”

  This earns him an even bigger laugh. “Okay, Mason. Now you’re not only crazy but you're delusional. I am not attracted to you.”

  I don’t move as he walks around my desk, situating himself behind me. A shiver runs down my spine when he whispers in my ear, “God, Liv. Every time you walk into view I get so fucking hard. If you ever gave me the opportunity I would destroy your pussy with my tongue.” He licks my ear. “And with my cock. You’d be ruined.”

  My chest heaves up and down. His fingers begin to untwist my bun. He grabs a handful of hair and continues. “You’re trembling. Tell me I’m wrong. Say it won’t work.”

  I can’t disagree. He’s right. Despite our arguing in the workplace, I know that out in public we would be believable. “Okay.”

  Startling me, he stands up straight and begins to exit my office. “On two conditions.”

  Chapter Three

  Mason

  I walk out of the office, expecting her to follow me. She does. I fall back into my seat, getting comfortable.

  In no time she’s at my side, staring down at me. Her arms cross over one another, pushing her breasts up, and I’m momentarily distracted. She notices and drops them to the side. “What two conditions, Mason?”

  Using my fingers, I tick off the items. “One.” I tap my pointer finger. “I get the entire week of the fourth off.”

  A huff emits from her. “Fine. Next one.”

  “Two.” I tap my middle finger. “You show me your panties.”

  She growls at the second request, storming into her office and slamming the door shut.

  I pick up my phone and dial into her office while inwardly laughing.

  “What?” Liv snaps the moment she picks up. “I have work to do.”

  “Livvy, we’ll make it work. Just send me all the information.”

  “One, don’t call me that.” Her voice is laced with annoyance. “Two, I’ll give you the holiday week off, but you will never see my panties.”

  The line goes dead before I can respond, so I just yell loud enough for her to hear. “Is that because you don’t wear any?”

  Another elongated frustrated growl.

  The days pass on throughout the week and Liv attempts to ignore me and all my witty charm, but she is making it hard to ignore her. Each day, for some reason or another, she has adjusted a small part of her wardrobe. Wednesday she traded her suit skirt in for a flowier one. Thursday she keeps the flowy skirt and allows herself to wear a sexy black blouse. But it’s on Friday, the day of the party, that I can’t stop looking at her or thinking about her when she isn’t around.

  Wanting to let her know I’m heading out for my break, I knock on the side of her office door before entering.

  “Come in.” She calls out, not bothering to look up from her computer. From her shoulders and almost up to her ears, you can see she’s so tense.

  Leaning into the doorframe I take in today’s outfit.

  “You look nice today.” I compliment.

  She looks up at me suspiciously. “Thanks.” She draws out the word.

  “You’re welcome.” I respond watching as her head casts downward at her computer. Walking further into the room, I step behind her and begin to rub her shoulders. She’s anxious and has been since the moment she entered the office today. I’ve tried to joke with her but she isn’t biting. Maybe she just needs this. She doesn’t say a word but allows me to squeeze the hard muscles. I don’t know why she doesn’t tell me to stop. Maybe her guard is down. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to see her panties. The last thought makes me laugh and breaks her from the trance she was just in.

  The wheels of the chair squeak as she slides away from me. “What did you need?”

  I shrug. “I just wanted to say that I look forward to our date tonight.”

  She sighs. “It’s not a date, Mason.”

  Looking down at her, I am momentarily distracted by her cleavage. “You look nice today, Livvy.”

  The green of her irises disappears behind her eyelids as she rolls them at me. “You’ve already said that and I said thank you, Mason, but I’m still not giving you that raise.” She cracks a small joke. One of the very few I get from her.

  I laugh as I round her desk. “I’m heading out for lunch. Be back in a couple of hours.”

  Crossing the threshold of her office, I hear her yell to my back, “One hour, Mason. One!”

  I holler back. “Yes, boss!”

  After I received my sandwich at Jimmy John’s, I turned around to find a table and every single one was filled. Not wanting to stand and eat, I decide to just take my food back up to my desk and listen to some music. I sometimes play it while Liv is on her break. She tries to time her lunch with mine but when I get closer to my desk – just fifteen minutes after I left – I can hear her laughing from inside her office.

  Living up to my nosy reputation, I stealthily situate myself just outside her door and listen. I’ve never been more thankful to be at work than I am at this moment.

  Her voice carries through the crack. “I know, Janette. It was stupid.”

  With most of the employees out of the office, I can just barely hear her best friend’s voice coming through the other end of the speakerphone.

  “I know it was. I thought you didn’t mix business with pleasure.”

  “Nothing is going to happen!” Liv raises her voice. “He’s my assistant and even if he worked under someone else I’m sure there is some unwritten rule somewhere that you can’t bang someone at the office.”

  Janette laughs. “Oh, but they can star in your nightly sessions with your vibrator every night?”

  My eyebrows rise. Now I’m really fucking glad to be at work right now. I lean in closer trying to really get a good eavesdrop going.

  “Hush!” She admonishes. “It’s not every night.”

  “I thought you hated him anyway. You said he talks way too damn much.”

  Liv giggles and it sounds fucking magical. So much so that on top of the image of her getting off while thinking about me, I get harder at the sound of it. So, uncomfortably, hard.

  “I don’t hate him. To be honest, I’m actually starting to look at him differently, but he does talk too much. I sometimes fantasize about shutting him up by pushing his mouth between my legs.”

  Both women start to laugh, but I don’t because there is nothing funny about it. This is fucking serious. As much as I make comments toward her, not once, not one fucking time, have I heard her utter anything like that before. My cock hardens to the point it’s almost painful. It wants to be free from the confines of my slacks. If anyone was in the office right now and walked by they’d see a fucking tent. I grab my dick and adjust it, leaning closer to the doorway.

  “Well.” Janette continues. “I’m almost sad for you, Liv. He looks like he’d be a pretty decent fuck.”

  Liv sighs. Daring, I peek into her office through the minuscule amount of space between the door and the frame. I watch as her head falls back, eyes closed, chest pushed out. I can make out her hardened nipples through the crimson fabric. “God, yes. Just one look at his hands has me wanting them all over my body. They’re calloused from who knows what, but I can almost get off envisioning them scraping down my body. I’ve never had rough sex, Janette, but he makes me want to bite him as I drag my nails down his back while he is plowing into me.” Another sigh. “I know I wouldn’t be able to walk for days.”

  Both women burst into a fit of laughter.

  That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. I can no longer stand outside this door listening to her speak about me that way and not do a fucking thing about it. I drop my lunch onto my desk and turn back, pushing the wooden door all the way open then slamm
ing it shut.

  She yelps, sitting up quickly at my invasion of her office.

  From the speaker of her phone Janette asks, “Liv? Are you okay?”

  “Hang up.” I command, sauntering over to her.

  Her eyes widen before her face goes scarlet. “Mason.”

  “Mason?” Janette says. “Oh shit! Talk to you later.”

  The line goes dead as I reach the back of her chair, my cock blocked by the back of it. Liv doesn’t dare look behind her while she asks in a low voice “What do you want, Mason?”

  I gather her hair into one hand and push it to her right side. “I heard what you were saying, Livvy.”

  She quickly releases a breath and whispers, “I wasn’t talking about you, Mason.”

  My fingers trail along the exposed skin of her neck before reaching down and unfastening her top button. Her skin prickles underneath my touch. “Don’t lie.”

  “I’m not…” She starts but I cut off her words and earn myself a gasp when I lean down and bite the soft skin at the top of her shoulder. Her head falls back, exposing her neck.

  “Tell me you’re lying.” I command her.

  Without hesitation, she admits it. “I’m lying.”

  My hands reach down inside her top. When she doesn’t bother to stop me, I slide them into each cup of her black lacy bra and take each nipple between my thumb and pointer finger, rolling them around. I can’t believe she’s letting me do this.

  Releasing a moan, I watch her eyes flutter shut, and I ask, “Does that feel good?”

  All she can do is nod. My hands push down the cups of her bra, exposing her perfect pink nipples to the cool air of the room. I reach under her breasts, cupping them. They are perfection, fitting just right into my hands.

  “You have great tits, Livvy.” My voice is a whisper. “Jesus.”

  “You have to stop, Mason.” She tells me but makes no move to end this.

  A quick glance at the clock tells me I have just over thirty minutes before anyone starts to come back from lunch. Deciding not to let this opportunity go to waste, I release her breasts and turn her chair all the way around to face me and away from the door. The sight before me is nothing short of glorious. Liv’s hair is now cascading down the back of her chair. Her eyes still sealed shut as if she opens them this will all be over. That or she’s pretending it’s just a dream. Either way it doesn’t distract me from the perkiness of her exposed breasts being pushed together by the black material. Her fingers are clutching the armrests of her chair, her knuckles completely white. I wedge my knee between her legs. “Open.”

  Her eyelids flutter open before she looks up at me. She has a completely dazed look on her face. “What?”

  I kneel down, lowering myself to the ground, and grasp each knee. “I said open, Liv.”

  She widens them this time as much as she can. Her thighs straining against the tightness of her skirt. Frustrated I give yet another command. “Stand.”

  Without hesitation, she does. In all my fantasies with Liv, I was always in charge, but in reality, I thought if I ever got the opportunity to fuck her that she wouldn’t be so obedient. I was wrong. She wants me to dominate.

  Pushing her skirt all the way up to her hips, I resolve the problem and gently nudge her back down onto the chair. This time, when I grip her thighs they open much wider, leaving her matching black lace panties exposed. When I lean in closer, rising from my kneeling position, I slide my calloused fingers she longs to feel along her inner thighs. Her eyes hold to mine, boring into them, as she waits for what comes next.

  “It seems you’ve been keeping some secrets from me, Olivia.” I call her by her full name because fuck if it doesn’t roll right off my tongue. The same tongue I want to bury inside her.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this.” Her voice cracks on the last word. “We should talk, Mason.”

  Bending down, I nip at her upper thigh. “Talk?” I mumble into her soft skin before peering up at her. “I thought I talked too much.” Then I smile devilishly, slipping a finger underneath her panties. “So much so that you want to smother me with this soaking wet pussy. Dammit, Liv. My tongue would slip right in.”

  Her body starts to tremble, and I rise as much as my knees will allow me. It brings me eye level with her, but my fingers are still happily teasing just underneath the lace of her panties. My mouth inches closer to her. I long to know what she tastes like, what her tongue feels like when it entangles with mine. I have her body underneath my touch, and now I want her lips on mine.

  With each and every single breath, we get closer to what we both want. I don’t think about the consequences. I can’t focus on what will happen after this moment. All I want is to close the distance, the mere centimeters between us. As much as I want to bury my cock in her, I want this kiss more.

  “Mason.” Her breath blows across my face.

  “Tell me you want this to happen, Liv.”

  She nods, allowing her eyes to close. I free my hands from their ministrations down below and grasp both sides of her jaw, making sure that this will be a kiss she never forgets. That all other kisses after this will pale in comparison. One more deep breath before I make my final descent and…

  Knock. Knock. Knock.

  A rap comes at her closed office door, and we both jump. Liv pulls her shirt down but has no time to adjust her skirt before the asshole that interrupted us walks right in. I have just as much time to crawl my way under her desk as she does to turn and face whoever it is.

  “Ms. Marx.” A familiar masculine voice belonging to my dad greets. “How are you?”

  I attempt to pull her skirt down from under the desk, but it’s no use. If he asks her to stand up she will be screwed. She slaps at my hand, and I try to keep myself from laughing.

  “I’m doing great, Mr. Finn. And you?” Her voice is much higher than usual. She’s tense. I don’t blame her. This is a bad situation, and I have yet to figure out why I climbed under here instead of just standing up in the first place. But I’ll admit, this is a fucking priceless view.

  “Is Mason around?” he asks.

  Making use of my time down here, I slip my digits underneath her panties again, and she gasps. “No!” she yells before taking the bite out of her tone. “He’s at lunch. Should be back soon.”

  My fingers rub up and down through her slit, but it’s only a moment before she grabs them to keep them in place. I lean up and bite the apex of her thighs. She jumps.

  “Okay, then.” He sounds put off. “If you could ask him to come see me when he gets back in.”

  I can only assume she nods before I hear the door shut. Liv pushes back from the desk and abruptly stands up. Her skirt is back in place before I can even get out from under her desk. She turns around, her fingers beginning to rub at her temples. “Get out, Mason.”

  I step closer to her but she turns and sticks up a hand. “No. You have to get out. That was too much, too close.” Her chin falls to her chest. “Please. We’ll talk about this later. Just, just not here.”

  Nodding, I say, “Okay, but we are definitely talking about this sooner rather than later.”

  Chapter Four

  Liv

  I’ve sent numerous texts to Mason since I all but ran out of the office after lunch. My last one begging him not to come tonight was met with “Not happening. See you at seven.”

  I was mortified. For him to completely pull me under his spell with just a command and a touch has me second guessing my independent woman title. Never have I ever let a man control me so easily. Now, I have to spend the night with him and my asshole family.

  It’s six o’clock and I don’t think I can be any more pissed off at my sister for making me get here early to take pictures. Pictures of what, exactly? All of us together? One big happy family? I thought pictures were reserved for the engagement shoot and wedding. I really don’t think it’s necessary, but at least I didn’t have to ride in the same car as Mason. My plan is to take off the minute this ship
gets back to the dock.

  Six months. Six fucking months they have been engaged and didn’t bother to tell me. The excuse of waiting until I started dating someone is bullshit too. Evelyn knows that I wanted to stay focused on my career. She knew I wasn’t looking to date anyone. No, she was just too chicken to tell me. Not only did they keep it from me but my parents did as well. All the weekend dinners we had. All the holidays spent together, and no one said a fucking word to me. The more I think about it the more livid I become.

  I decide that letting Mason come with me as my date was a good idea. My sister thinks I’m bringing a boyfriend. Wait until who she sees who it is. There will be a barrage of questions thrown my way. All their answers I had hoped to discuss with Mason this afternoon…to get our story straight, but that didn’t happen. I ran from the situation like a child. When I got back to my condo, I replayed the entire events of the afternoon and could have worn a hole in my carpet with all the pacing I did. He heard everything I said to Janette, and that bitch laughed the entire phone conversation when I called her from the car. Not only did he hear all the embarrassing fantasies I have had about him but he didn’t tease me about them. I thought all the comments he made about me, and to me, were just to make me uncomfortable. Never in my wildest dreams did I think he would act on any of them. When he came into my office and commanded me to do those things, I couldn’t help but submit to him. It’s like a switch flipped and I was no longer in charge. I can still feel his hands on my thighs, the scrape of them on my breasts. My body still tingles with excitement, but we almost got caught and that scared the shit out of me.

  I shudder at that last thought because for just a brief moment, after walking out of FVS, I considered breaking that rule. The one I have for myself not to sleep with a co-worker. Especially not my assistant and especially because he is my boss’s son, even if I do have some feelings for him.

  The wind whips around me, bringing me out of my haze of embarrassment. It’s chillier than a normal June night, but the setting sun looks stunning against the water surrounding the boat. There is plenty of noise from the newly renovated Waterside district, and I wish I could just go party with all of them instead of enduring tonight. I don’t know if I’ll be able to contain my facial expressions when I see everyone. I wonder how many knew. I’m not looking forward to the looks of sympathy from those who feel as though it should have been me, but hopefully with Mason by my side, it’ll make things much easier.