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~~~

Mason sighed as he closed the front door behind him, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on the coat rack as he set his keys on the entryway table.

As if on cue, his girlfriend's beautiful, smiling face suddenly swam into his vision when she turned the corner and skipped towards him. He felt his grin mirror her own as she ran into his arms and kissed his cheek.

"Hello, my girl," he muttered warmly into her ear and his entire body sagged at the breathy sound of her returning laughter.

He nuzzled his face into her neck, just taking a moment to breathe her in as she spoke. "You were gone for so long today," her voice was slightly muffled (most likely because his ears were covered by her billowing curls) but he'd have to be completely brainless to not pick up on the sadness in her tone.

He grimaced at the reminder, "I know, baby." His arms tightened around her waist, "I know."

For the first time since he'd started his job only half a year ago, he'd been called into the office that day (something about an emergency meeting) and had been gone for over ten hours.

It'd been complete torture to be away from her for so long.

And - after sitting through the entire thing and enduring what was probably the longest day of his life - he could confidently say it was completely not fucking worth it. One of the company's biggest investors had apparently been unhappy with the outline they'd received and had threatened to prematurely end the contract.

This sent all of Mason's higher-ups into a complete frenzy and his whole entire team had been summoned to the office building to discuss their plan of action.

What had they come up with, you ask? After eight hours of deliberation and what was probably almost three hours of complete chaos?

Redo it.

Yep. That was the genius solution they spent hours agonizing over.

Mason was still pissed off.

Ana abruptly pulled away then, and he had to stop himself from calling out to her as she moved even further away from his reach. "Dinner's ready though," she gave him another sweet smile. "I made your favorite."

His favorite could be a lot of things, but that just made him all the more excited. "Yeah?"

He lifted his arm to check his watch.

Shit.

"Actually, I have a work call in like ten minutes and I still need to shower," he stepped towards her to gently brush his lips against hers. It was brief and he wasn't even sure if she was able to reciprocate it or not, but it made him feel a bit better. "But thank you for always thinking of me, pretty girl." He noticed her face fall and- were her eyes always so glassy? "Could you save a plate for me?"

She bit her lip, "Sure." He brushed his thumb over her cheek as he awaited her response (Jesus, she really was so pretty). Then, only a couple of seconds later, "I'll leave it in the fridge."

Mason gave her one last parting kiss on the nose - hoping his gratitude was as obvious as he felt it was - before he walked past her and into their shared master bathroom.

Later that night he'd realize just how much she'd been keeping from him in that moment.

If only he'd taken the time to notice her lingering gaze, or the tears now staining her skin.

Maybe then she wouldn't have felt as nearly as lonely as she did.

~~~

Mason was roughly twenty minutes into the call when he suddenly heard the door to their office/makeshift library open behind him.

He briefly turned his head towards the noise (even though he already knew who it was) and smiled upon seeing his girl's hesitant gaze. He spun in the chair to face her and encouraged her forward with a small wave of his free hand, his team leader completely unaware of her arrival on the other end of the call.

That was apparently more than enough to convince her because she closed the door behind her and started walking towards him.

Ana's gaze was determined, although he couldn't say why, as she treaded softly towards him and leant down to kiss his lips. He tried to focus on whatever his coworker was saying even though he'd probably already missed a good portion of what she'd been explaining but was too distracted by the heavenly taste of her mouth.

He released her lips and pointedly glanced down at his lap, patting his left leg for more emphasis.

He grinned as she straddled him without an ounce of reluctance, mentally thanking his past self for picking an office chair that didn't have arm rests despite the initial inconvenience of it. Then again, he was sort of anticipating something like this when he ordered it.

She settled comfortably onto his lap, her weight a comforting reminder of her presence as he pulled his phone away from his ear to put it on speaker and set it on the desk beside them. This was technically supposed to be a confidential conversation, but Ana probably couldn't care less about what they were saying.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her closer to him so that practically every inch of his skin was pressed against hers as she rested her cheek on his shoulder.

"What do you think, Mason?"

He blinked.

He'd been staring at Ana, wondering if her eyes seemed more swollen than usual or if it was just the lighting and the position of her face.

He cleared his throat, "Sorry, I think you cut out. What were you saying?"

"Really?" Shit. Did they know he was lying? "Okay, well you know how we need to brainstorm some new ideas for the investor?"

He let himself relax, "Yeah. That's why you have to call of us tonight right?"

"Right. So I was thinking that we could all come up with a proposal each and then discuss all of our ideas during tomorrow's online meeting."

Mason's eyebrows furrowed, "Isn't that what we were already doing?"

"You didn't let me finish," they laughed. Whoops. "Anyways, since the investor wants something really unique we should just immediately get rid of any proposals that are similar," they explained.

"If two people can come up with the same idea, then it's not a good idea," Mason concluded with a thoughtful nod.

He could almost see his coworker's approving nod, "Exactly."

"I think I actually might have a good idea or two," he announced after a quiet moment when neither of them said anything more.

"Let me hear 'em."

He felt Ana shift slightly then and absentmindedly began gently rubbing her back with one hand while the other traveled along her side, trailing his fingers so lightly across her skin that she seemed to shudder in his arms.

"So I feel like animal mascots have gotten really overused in marketing. I can probably name three companies right now off the top of my head that have one." His coworker hummed in acknowledgement. "So we definitely need to avoid doing that. It's the same with music too. There are so many catchy jingles now that they all just kind of blend together, you know?"

Ana suddenly tugged herself free of his arms and he frowned as she stood from his lap, disappointed that his exploration of her curves had been interrupted.

But he had no time to protest before his coworker gave him an encouraging, "Go on."

He forced himself to focus, "And everyone has gotten so used to modern forms of marketing, all of which rely on technology and or social media." He warily eyed the girl in front of him as she knelt on the ground and placed her hands on his knees. "So I was thinking we could go in the complete opposite direction, but still utilize those modern elements."

He sucked in a sharp breath when she abruptly slid her hands up his thighs. He hadn't really bothered getting dressed earlier, haphazardly throwing on a t-shirt and a pair of boxers before he sat down to take the call, so there was no doubt that she was having an effect on him.

He swiftly reached for her hands as they crept closer to his burning erection, shooting her a look of what the fuck as he threaded their fingers together.

"Okay? And?"

Mason practically choked on his own spit, having completely forgotten that he was still on the phone with someone who could basically be considered his own boss. "And- um-," his voice cracked as he felt Ana's fingers dip beneath the band of his underwear, not realizing until that moment that he'd released her hands. "One second."

He used one hand to grab the hair at the nape of her neck, pulling until she lifted her face to meet his panicked gaze. He bent down, swallowing thickly as that heady aroma of hers invaded his senses. "What do you think you're doing, pretty girl?" He was whispering but his eyes unwittingly flickered to his phone sitting on the desk.

It was only then that he realized; she was turned on.

She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling in tandem, and her pupils blown wide with desire. Her voice was trembling as she softly told him, "I want to make you feel good. I want you to give me attention."

Mason felt like his heart would give out on him if she were to say something so sweet again.

"Oh," he breathed and couldn't resist enveloping her mouth with his own for just a small taste. "Are you needy for me, baby? You want me so badly that you were going to play with my cock without permission?" He watched her eyes roll closed at his words.

Fuck.

He glanced at his phone again.

Surely, a minute or two wouldn't hurt, right?

He tugged down his underwear just enough to free his throbbing erection, dragging his hand up and down and up and down his length and watching his girlfriend's greedy reactions the entire time.

He hissed quietly as he let his fingers glide over the head once and Ana's eyes seemed to light up at the sound. "It's cold in here," he murmured and he wanted to laugh at the way her head tilted. They both knew how hot it had been recently (it was the middle of August after all) and their arousal was only making it warmer. But, "I need someplace warm for my cock."

She wasn't confused anymore.

"Do you have any idea where I could possibly put this dick?" She eagerly leaned forward at the prospect and he grinned at how impatient she was being. "This hot, hard cock of mine?"

She nodded rapidly, "Me."

His eyebrow quirked at her brazen words; she must have been really turned on.

"You?" She nodded again, panting and licking her lips like an animal in heat. "Oh, poor thing." He gave her a sympathetic pout, "You think you're going to sit on my cock after how bad you've been?"

Just to clarify, they hadn't actually had sex yet. So for both of them to suggest it so casually was pretty jarring.

But they'd talked about it before. Plenty of times even, and Mason knew that he was ready (or as ready as one could be when losing their virginity).

But, whether Ana was or not was a completely different story.

She seemed open to the idea every time it was brought up, but she'd never actually stated that she was, although he had a couple of times.

He wanted both of them to be one-hundred percent ready for their first time together.

"Your throat is pretty warm though, right," he whispered to distract them from what they'd both indirectly just told each other. "Yeah," it seemed to have worked. "Your mouth is perfect for my cock isn't it?"

"You good now?"

He watched as his girlfriend's pretty mouth fell open and she stuck her tongue out for him, gaze flickering from his phone to her pink tongue and back again.

Could they hear her? Were they listening to the way her mouth was currently wrapping around his pulsing erection? The way he was forcing his length deeper down her throat and making her gag around him?

All those delicious, obscene, wet sounds she was making around his cock?

The thought made him lightheaded.

He lifted his hand to muffle a moan as he felt her swallow around him (fuck, she'd gotten good at this), hips bucking as her saliva dribbled from her mouth and onto his thighs.

"Hello?"

Shit.

"Yeah, I'm good. Sorry." He cleared his throat again as she gagged once more, faking a cough when he realized it was much louder than the previous one. "My pe- pet," she shot him a glare at his choice of wording, "Was being really whiny. Made a huge mess."

His coworker hummed, "Oh really?"

Mason nodded even though they couldn't see him (thank fuck for that), "Yeah. My floor's all wet now."

He felt his mouth quirk when Ana's cheeks flushed, knowing without a doubt that his guess had been right.

"The floor's completely soaked," he continued just for the hell of it.

Her blush deepened, spreading across the rest of her face and traveling down her chest.

Oh yeah. She was dripping right now.

"Do you need to go? To clean up the mess?"

He watched as his girlfriend bobbed her head along his length, clenching his jaw to hold back a moan when she sucked. "Yeah, I probably should."

"Okay, just text me whenever you finish and I'll call you back."

Oh he'd be finishing alright. But he definitely wouldn't be texting his coworker afterwards.

"Sounds good," he agreed.

Mason harshly pulled Ana off his erection - who began gasping for air - as he leaned over to look at the screen of his phone, relieved to see that his coworker had already hung up.

He cupped her face with both his hands, leaning down to gently kiss her lips, "You did so well, baby. You were such a good girl, staying so quiet for me." He kissed her again. "Pretty baby," he murmured into her mouth before pressing his lips on hers one more time.

This kiss lasted much longer than the previous ones, tongues meeting and stroking as she dutifully followed his lead.

But he heard Ana say something a moment later, something so unintelligible that he ended their kiss just so he could actually understood her without his own mouth in the way.

He brushed her hair behind her ears, enthralled with the way her curls immediately bounced back and hit the skin of his fingers. "What did you say, pretty girl?" He wrapped a chunk of her hair around his hand, wondering how much longer it would be if it was straight.

It would probably go past her ass right?

Even now, if she were sitting on him and tilted her head back just enough then he would be able to feel the ends of her hair trail across his own thighs. And if he were naked then he'd feel it on his-.

"I want you."

His train of thought now broken, he shook his head to bring himself back to the situation at hand. He gave her an easy smile, "Oh. Okay so you want," wait, "What?"

He blinked.

"Sorry, I don't think I heard the end of that sentence. You want me to what?"

She bit her lip. "No. I want you, you dummy."

"You-," he trailed off unsurely. "Want me?"

His girlfriend nodded, almost bashfully, in response.

"You want me?" Another nod. "Okay. So you want me." He couldn't seem to wrap his mind around what she was trying to get across. "You want me like how?"

She was avoiding his gaze now. "I don't know. On our bed preferably. But I'd be fine with somewhere else too."

Hold up.

"Are you telling me you're ready to have sex?" Because that's what it fucking sounded like to him.

Ana suddenly leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his chest as he instinctively returned the embrace. "I want you to fuck me."

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

"Baby." He was breathless from her sudden declaration, his heart pounding and his mind going completely blank as he tried to process her request.

He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to back up so he could see her face. "You own all of me. You know that right? Everything I am belongs to you; mind, body, and soul. No one else."

His eyes met hers, deep brown pools of emotion and full, encompassing love.

"I love you," he expressed, desperate for her to know what she meant to him.

Ana smiled then, a slow and gentle grin morphing into an expression of what could only be described as pure and unadulterated happiness. "I love you too."

Mason briefly wondered if he'd ever be able to get used to how beautiful and wonderful and perfect she was.

But, immediately, he knew the answer to that.

No.

He wouldn't.

He didn't think that was even possible.

"You mean everything to me, Mason." She was everything to him. "And I want to be with you. In every way."

"Oh, my lovely girl." He sighed as he ran his hands down the length of her arms to grab ahold of her hands. He lifted them to his mouth, kissing the delicate skin of her fingers before redirecting his gaze back to hers. "All you had to do was ask."

~~~

Mason carried Ana all the way from the office to their bedroom, her legs wrapped around his hips and his hands supporting her thighs.

He gently deposited her on the bed once they made it to their room before turning and closing the door. For some reason, it felt more intimate this way; like they were the only two people in the world, closed off from everything and anything else around them.

He found himself just standing there staring at her for a few silent moments, his heart racing and his hands trembling but his mind filled with only thoughts of her.

She was beautiful beyond words.

Radiant skin, dark curls, soft curves, tempting eyes and an affectionate smile.

All for him.

"Are you just going to make me lay here all by myself?" Mason smiled at Ana's teasing, walking around the side of the bed to be closer to her as she sat up.

"I'm not that mean," he whispered as he finally closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together. She moaned into the kiss as his eyes fell closed, her hands trailing across his shirt clad chest and making his stomach feel all warm and fuzzy.

He reached down with one hand to cup her breast, flicking his thumb across her nipple when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

He felt himself relax slightly as they continued lightly touching each other.

This was good.

This was familiar.

He knew how to do this.

He broke the kiss to make his way down her neck, lightly feathering his tongue along her skin and appreciating the way she'd twitch and moan when he came in contact with certain spots.

He was prevented from continuing by the neckline of her shirt and he'd never found a piece of clothing so offensive before.

He looked up to meet her eyes, "Can you undress yourself for me, baby?"

"Yes," she gasped out as he stepped away to give her some space. He watched as she stood from the bed and slipped her shirt off before pulling down the sweatpants she'd been wearing, mentally drooling at every inch of skin being revealed.

But when she went to pull off her underwear, he stopped her.