Impressing the Clients

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Mason's POV

We arrived at the 3rd island where our lunch was served under a big tree by the beach. Marco had to walk away and make some calls. We've been in vacation for three days—while Paula's with us, which meant all the scheduled meetings and business transactions were pushed on later dates. But some urgent matters needed to be taken care of by the phone.

Paula and I sat across from the table. She started digging in and I can't help but stare at her beautiful, innocent face.

Why did she have to be so irresistible?

She fucking gushed at my cock. Oh my fucking god, thank you for crossing our paths with Mr. Ty. If it hadn't been for him, it was impossible for us to meet her. Finally, someone I look forward to be with. In a very non-committed way.

It felt like experiencing everything for the first time again. Only thing, it was so much fucking better than my first and all the other times.

Marco and I were like fucking teenagers with raging hormones. We fucked her brains out but my brain was the one that's going crazy.

Until now, I can't think of a way to make her stay here and not fuck up whatever we have with her. If she really has to go home for now, fine by me. But I can't let her stay to her boyfriend for long. We've progressed so well with her and she catered our every fucking need. Who knows, when she goes home for too long she might forget this amazing days we've shared and when she come back to us when the project resumes, she'll be fucking distant once again. I winced mentally at the thought of not having her.

What did she fucking do to me?

I have to find the person behind the explosion as soon as possible so the project can resume back and I can be with Paula again.

"Hey," Paula smiled and called me, "your food is getting cold." I snapped back to reality. I only have a few hours left with her.

"You're deep in your thoughts, mind telling me what it is?" She asked me. "Just wanted to find out who's our enemy, love," I smiled at her and took a bite of my food.

"Well, if you don't want enemies, you should be nicer," she teased, a smile lingering her lips. "You should be nicer," I rebutted. "Wow, you offended me badly," she brought her hand to her chest, mocking my comeback to which we laughed out loud and continued eating. "Fuck you," I told her, can't think of a smarter reply. My mind was flooded with thoughts of fucking her every possible way.

"You've been doing that for days," she teased again. "Well, you've been one fucking naughty girl since I met you. You deserved a good amount of fucks," I licked my lips, hungry for her all over again. "Your naughty girl," she raised a brow, smirking. I stood up and walked around the table to come right behind her. I pulled her hair down so her neck was fully exposed. I leaned down to bite her neck, adding some more marks, for remembrance. "If you want to finish your food, you gotta stop teasing," I whispered and sucked hard. She closed her eyes and moaned.

It took me everything I got to stop myself. As much as I wanted to take her right on this fucking table, I have to let her eat lunch. She fucking needed it.

"Excuse me a second," I told Paula as I detached myself from her and walked away from our table. She just nodded and regained her composure. I approached and stood beside Mark who's by a few feet away from the table, "Tell Clint I want a quick update about our unknown enemy when we get back home before we fly. My patience is wearing thin." He nodded and offered me a cigarette.

I lit it up and puffed a smoke. We were both looking at the shore and the waves. "I'm happy for you," Mark initiated to talk. "For what?" I asked him. "For finding her finally. I've been with you and Marco for so long, I've been there through all the girls, Mason. None of them made you both the way you are now. All obsessive and possessive," He lit up his own cigarette.