Impressing the Clients

15

I woke up early, slightly in a better mood than the other days. Probably because I was so tensed and good thing, I got to release it last night.

As always, I prepared my hot cocoa, changed into work clothes and head down the lobby. I got down the lobby first so I decided to sit and wait for Kyle and Jackie.

"Someone's early," Jackie greeted me smiling brightly. I smiled at her and replied, "I'm in a much better mood today."

Jackie and Kyle looked at each other and then to me. "Then someone must've masturbated the tension out of her mind," Kyle said sweetly. "What the fuck, how did you even know that?!" I asked, surprised he knew exactly what I had done last night.

"You're glowing, that's how," Kyle nudged my shoulder.

"And he heard you last night when he went into your room to look for food, he was about to knock at the bedroom but he heard you saying unspeakable things and the names of the twins," Jackie added. "What the fuck, Kyle!" I exclaimed. "At least, now we all know you're feeling better," Kyle shrugged as he made his way out.

"I'm definitely gonna fucking lock my room from now on," I whispered to myself.

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We arrived at the mansion and went straight to work. As usual, no funny games during working hours. We don't plan on disappointing Mr. Ty, and the client, of course. No matter how annoying he and his brother were.

The day went by smoothly. Just as we were wrapping up today's work, one of the twins' men came to us and said, "Ms. Santiago, Mr. Davidson ordered that you to go straight to his office now. He'll be busy with another business meeting during dinner, so now is the best time for the reports he say."

"Alright, give me a minute," I replied and quickly turned to my colleagues, "you guys got it from here?" They both smiled, too widely for me. "Yes, honey, go and give him your report," Kyle ordered. Jackie just smiled, wriggling her eyebrows.

"Lead the way, suit man," I turned and said to one of the twins' men. I followed him up the stairs and was led to the first door. He knocked twice and announced me before opening the door. Wow, so formal.

"Hey," I said simply. "Sit," Mason ordered. I sat and wasted no time, I handed him my report and started walking him through what our progress was.

When we finished, I stood up, "that will be all, Mason. I don't wanna keep you from your next meeting. See you tomorrow," I said professionally and turned to head for the door.

"Not so fast," he caught up to me and put his palm on the door. I turned to him and asked, "what else would you like to know about the project?" My hand still glued to the knob.

His face was incredibly close to me, he just kept staring. "Mason? Anything else?" I asked again facing him, still trying to keep it professional.

"Yes, there is," he said and before I knew it, he kissed me. Our lips touched and my body involuntary awakened by it. Putting weight in the kiss, his arms closed in on me against the door.

It felt so good. This was not good. Fuck!

He tried to move his lips, my lips naturally moved in sync with his movement. I was so screwed.

And being screwed never felt this good.

"You taste so fucking good, Paula," Mason said against my lips. I only answered with a moan. My name never sounded so good in my ears.

I felt his tongue on my lips, asking for entrance.

This was all so confusing and all so good, holy motherfucking hell!

I tried pushing him away but he only pushed himself harder on me. His rock hard chest was on my breasts, and his rock hard member was pushing on my stomach.

Oh, what the hell!

Giving in to my instincts, I opened my mouth a little, granting him entrance. The kiss got more intense, more urgent, making me so fucking soaked.

He bit my lower lip and I moaned louder. "That's right, love. Don't fight it," he said and resumed back to kissing me.

I can't form any words, I can only moan and let my lips and tongue follow the movement of his.

He snaked his hands around me going to my ass, he squeezed my cheeks hard and I let out a strained moan. He took the chance to lift me up, walked us to his table and placed me there.

"Tell me what you want," he said as he lowered his kisses to my neck and started undoing the first button on my shirt.

Mustering up all my strength to resist, I pulled myself from him. He bit my neck as a protest, "ahh, fuck!" I exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, clearly confused why I pulled away.

"This is wrong," I said to him, trying to get down from the table. "I know, that doubles the fun," he held me down and tried to kiss me again.

I dodged him and said, "no, this cannot happen," I pushed him away and he didn't even budge an inch. "It already is happening, love," he said as he snaked his arms around my waist, hoping to get back to our little moment.

"Mason, no," I protested, "I have a boyfriend back home, I love him and I don't wanna cheat on him," I told him.

"Yeah, you just kissed me back, played with my tongue, you let me cup your magnificent ass and you let me carry you to this table," he said as a matter of factly.

"I know and I am now leaving," I jumped off the table, head straight to the door. Mason put his weighted palm again on the door. "This isn't over until I get a taste of you," he whispered to my ear, licked it and opened the door for me.

I went out while my knees were still working. My underwear was completely soaked.

On my way out, I came across a topless, sweating Marco, his jogger pants hanging dangerously low, clearly just came from a workout or a run. Just when I thought I can't get any wetter down there. He suddenly looked pissed and asked, "you were on his study?"

Embarrassed, I answered, "Uhm, yeah, I just, uhh, brief him with the, you know, the daily report." I walked past him with my head down.

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