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  Raegan listened to Mason, squeezing his fingers with her own and smiling. His chivalry was endearing. She leaned in, kissing his cheek. “You’re something else, Boss Man,” she mused lightly, kissing him gently, then. “I like you, and honestly, I want you. You’re a distraction at work,” she teased him, untangling herself from him and standing up long enough to tug Mason’s jeans down past his hips and thighs before climbing back into his lap still clad in her panties. “Or… We can keep doing this, and you can step outside of the stereotype that men never follow through with a phone call and ask me to have dinner with you.”

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"I’m the distraction at work? Look at you. Walking around in your tight jeans and midriffs. I can’t help but stare at you all day." He looked up with innocent eyes. Before he knew better, his pants were on the floor. Placing his hands against her hip bones, then letting his finger tips glide up her back. Playing with the hook of her bra. "I was planning on asking you to dinner anyway."

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Raegan bit her bottom lip, feeling Mason’s hands working against her hips and then her back. “I like it when you stare.” She let her bra slide down her arms, flinging it to the floor when it hung from her wrist. Kissing Mason was highly erotic. She loved the feel of his mouth on her body. Her lips moved against his, and she sighed shakily, spreading her legs further to feel him against her more. Raegan could feel how wet she was. “Dinner. Good. Now touch me,” she practically begged him. “Please.”

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Mason’s lips traveled from her lips down her neck, chest and roamed every piece of skin he could. As her bra dropped to the floor, his hand made their way down her body. He ran his finger tips along the waist band of her panties. “Well since you asked so nicely.” He whispered. Mason slipped one finger inside the fabric and could feel how warm she already was. He immediately found her hot spot and began to tease her gently.

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Mason’s mouth felt like ecstasy, shocking her nerve endings to life. Raegan gasped loudly when she felt his hand between her legs, her hips gravitating towards it until, at last, he touched her. She moaned without reserve, feeling like a goddess, and Mason was her thrown.

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  Raegan listened to Mason, squeezing his fingers with her own and smiling. His chivalry was endearing. She leaned in, kissing his cheek. “You’re something else, Boss Man,” she mused lightly, kissing him gently, then. “I like you, and honestly, I want you. You’re a distraction at work,” she teased him, untangling herself from him and standing up long enough to tug Mason’s jeans down past his hips and thighs before climbing back into his lap still clad in her panties. “Or… We can keep doing this, and you can step outside of the stereotype that men never follow through with a phone call and ask me to have dinner with you.”

[themasonsoares-blog]

"I’m the distraction at work? Look at you. Walking around in your tight jeans and midriffs. I can’t help but stare at you all day." He looked up with innocent eyes. Before he knew better, his pants were on the floor. Placing his hands against her hip bones, then letting his finger tips glide up her back. Playing with the hook of her bra. "I was planning on asking you to dinner anyway."

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Raegan bit her bottom lip, feeling Mason's hands working against her hips and then her back. "I like it when you stare." She let her bra slide down her arms, flinging it to the floor when it hung from her wrist. Kissing Mason was highly erotic. She loved the feel of his mouth on her body. Her lips moved against his, and she sighed shakily, spreading her legs further to feel him against her more. Raegan could feel how wet she was. "Dinner. Good. Now touch me," she practically begged him. "Please."

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Raegan lifted her arms over her head when Mason moved to level the playing field. There she sat in his lap, the same guy who she’d secretly pined after for months. The realization that she was risking so much didn’t matter to her now. At the thought, her body buzz morphed, becoming so much more, and she felt something that she didn’t feel very often: vulnerability.

Sometimes, Raegan felt like she was living a double life. Her life away from Mason was at the opposite end of the spectrum. Her hair fell over her shoulders, and she brushed it to the sides, exposing her collarbone and sternum. A scar from a bullet wound was visible. Raegan’s heart pounded in her chest, sounding like a roaring in her ears. It was deafening. Her chocolaty eyes met his emerald ones, and she couldn’t look away, but the rest of her body still worked, her hands fumbling with his jeans zipper.

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Mason’s kindness kicked in again and he gently took a hold of her hands and laced their fingers together. “Let’s think about this a minute. Okay we fuck each other and then you go on your way. We go back to work and things may or may not be weird. Or we could do this right. Go out have fun, I could take you on a real date.”

[nothiscupoftea]

Raegan listened to Mason, squeezing his fingers with her own and smiling. His chivalry was endearing. She leaned in, kissing his cheek. “You’re something else, Boss Man,” she mused lightly, kissing him gently, then. “I like you, and honestly, I want you. You’re a distraction at work,” she teased him, untangling herself from him and standing up long enough to tug Mason’s jeans down past his hips and thighs before climbing back into his lap still clad in her panties. “Or… We can keep doing this, and you can step outside of the stereotype that men never follow through with a phone call and ask me to have dinner with you.”

[nothiscupoftea]

“So,” she repeated back to him, unfolding her legs and laying them across his lap. Raegan watched him for a few minutes, letting the silence pass between them. When…

[themasonsoares-blog]

Damn….

Mason eyes opened wide. “Don’t get me wrong Reagan. I’ve thought about it many times, but that’s not who I am. I don’t sleep with every girl I find attractive. And…I definitely find you attractive. ” mason was losing track of his words. He kept getting lost in the feel of her legs wrapped around him and that provocative stare she was giving him. “Ah fuck it.” He cupped his hands around her face and pulled her closely for a deep first kiss.

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Before Raegan could react differently, Mason kissed her. She groaned against his mouth, her hands weaving themselves around the back of his neck to pull him closer to her. Her mouth opened, and she sucked on his bottom lip before her teeth tugged on it gently but assertively. Raegan kissed him feverishly, abandoning fighting her urges. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him and causing herself to tremble harshly. Her hands scrambled to his waistline, yanking on his tshirt. “Off. Now.”

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Mason could feel his shirt being pulled over his head. He tossed the fabric off in the distance and the palm of his hands found her thighs once more. Gripping lightly, he hoisted the article of clothing all the way up and over her head. “We have to make it even then.” As he unbuttoned his jeans.

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Raegan lifted her arms over her head when Mason moved to level the playing field. There she sat in his lap, the same guy who she'd secretly pined after for months. The realization that she was risking so much didn't matter to her now. At the thought, her body buzz morphed, becoming so much more, and she felt something that she didn't feel very often: vulnerability. Sometimes, Raegan felt like she was living a double life. Her life away from Mason was at the opposite end of the spectrum. Her hair fell over her shoulders, and she brushed it to the sides, exposing her collarbone and sternum. A scar from a bullet wound was visible. Raegan's heart pounded in her chest, sounding like a roaring in her ears. It was deafening. Her chocolaty eyes met his emerald ones, and she couldn't look away, but the rest of her body still worked, her hands fumbling with his jeans zipper.

[nothiscupoftea]

“So,” she repeated back to him, unfolding her legs and laying them across his lap. Raegan watched him for a few minutes, letting the silence pass between them. When...

[themasonsoares-blog]

Damn....

Mason eyes opened wide. "Don't get me wrong Reagan. I've thought about it many times, but that's not who I am. I don't sleep with every girl I find attractive. And...I definitely find you attractive. " mason was losing track of his words. He kept getting lost in the feel of her legs wrapped around him and that provocative stare she was giving him. "Ah fuck it." He cupped his hands around her face and pulled her closely for a deep first kiss.

[nothiscupoftea]

Before Raegan could react differently, Mason kissed her. She groaned against his mouth, her hands weaving themselves around the back of his neck to pull him closer to her. Her mouth opened, and she sucked on his bottom lip before her teeth tugged on it gently but assertively. Raegan kissed him feverishly, abandoning fighting her urges. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him and causing herself to tremble harshly. Her hands scrambled to his waistline, yanking on his tshirt. "Off. Now."

[themasonsoares-blog]

Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

  “So,” she repeated back to him, unfolding her legs and laying them across his lap. Raegan watched him for a few minutes, letting the silence pass between them. When she’d had enough of it, she slumped down, lifting her hips to hike her dress up her thighs and midrift to expose her tummy and tattoos. Laying against her bellybutton was a piercing, a stud with a diamond-bejeweled pot leaf dangling from it; a “gift” from one of her many suitors. The thought of having to deal with them was exhausting. “Like what you see?” she questioned him eagerly. Raegan wasn’t a slut. She didn’t indulge in sex and sensual activities with just anybody, but she and Mason had established a connection, and she was comfortable inside her own skin to expose herself to him in this way. “You can touch me if you want to, and I know you do,” she told him boldly.

[themasonsoares-blog]

"Reagan." He thought his words out carefully. "You are very attractive. But we work together. Technically I am your boss. I hired you and if anything were to happen, it could come back on me and the shop." But his eyes wandered to all of her curves. "But you make it very difficult to resist."

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Raegan sat up, looking into Mason’s eyes. “You initiated this, Boss Man. I’m just following your lead.” In one fluid motion, she straddled his lap, coming face-to-face with him. Her dress was still hiked up around her waist, and her chest pressed against his, her arms laying across his shoulders and her hands gripping the back of the couch. “Play a game with me?”

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Mason was a little taken back by her forwardness. He wasn’t used to girls just coming onto him like that. He had his share of flings, but nothing to brag about. But something about Ray made this more than just a fling. Mason raised up his hands, not sure where to place them. But as she inched closer, he thought it would be alright if they landed on the top of her thigh. “A game?” he questioned. “What kind of game?”

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Raegan grinned, still holding on to the back of the couch and having to bite back giving in to how good Mason’s hands alone felt. Her eyes scanned his face when he asked her what kind of game, and she breathed out slowly. “One that doesn’t involve our hands,” she explained, her voice a whisper. Her body was already buzzing with anticipation, and she trembled slightly when she repositioned herself in his lap. “The name of the game is Hot and Cold. You’re going to kiss me, but you can’t touch me with your hands. I can’t touch you with mine, either. If either of us give in and do use our hands, then the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser.”

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Mason thought out his next move. As much as he would love to ravish Reagan, he had to be the nice guy. “Woa, there. You don’t mess around do you.” He pulled his hands up from her thighs. “Alright, I’ll play. But ladies first.” He sat back further and sunk himself lower into the cushion.

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Raegan leaned in close to Mason, parting her lips slightly. He smelled faintly of beer and strongly of soap, and she smiled, thinking twice about kissing him first. Her lips ghosted over his, but she refrained, grinning and shaking her head. "Hohnono. No, no, no. Why can't you kiss me first? Chilvary is cute, but c'mon, really? Tell me, given the ideal circumstances, that you wouldn't fuck me right now."

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Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

  “So,” she repeated back to him, unfolding her legs and laying them across his lap. Raegan watched him for a few minutes, letting the silence pass between them. When she’d had enough of it, she slumped down, lifting her hips to hike her dress up her thighs and midrift to expose her tummy and tattoos. Laying against her bellybutton was a piercing, a stud with a diamond-bejeweled pot leaf dangling from it; a “gift” from one of her many suitors. The thought of having to deal with them was exhausting. “Like what you see?” she questioned him eagerly. Raegan wasn’t a slut. She didn’t indulge in sex and sensual activities with just anybody, but she and Mason had established a connection, and she was comfortable inside her own skin to expose herself to him in this way. “You can touch me if you want to, and I know you do,” she told him boldly.

[themasonsoares-blog]

"Reagan." He thought his words out carefully. "You are very attractive. But we work together. Technically I am your boss. I hired you and if anything were to happen, it could come back on me and the shop." But his eyes wandered to all of her curves. "But you make it very difficult to resist."

[nothiscupoftea]

Raegan sat up, looking into Mason’s eyes. “You initiated this, Boss Man. I’m just following your lead.” In one fluid motion, she straddled his lap, coming face-to-face with him. Her dress was still hiked up around her waist, and her chest pressed against his, her arms laying across his shoulders and her hands gripping the back of the couch. “Play a game with me?”

[themasonsoares-blog]

Mason was a little taken back by her forwardness. He wasn’t used to girls just coming onto him like that. He had his share of flings, but nothing to brag about. But something about Ray made this more than just a fling. Mason raised up his hands, not sure where to place them. But as she inched closer, he thought it would be alright if they landed on the top of her thigh. “A game?” he questioned. “What kind of game?”

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Raegan grinned, still holding on to the back of the couch and having to bite back giving in to how good Mason's hands alone felt. Her eyes scanned his face when he asked her what kind of game, and she breathed out slowly. "One that doesn't involve our hands," she explained, her voice a whisper. Her body was already buzzing with anticipation, and she trembled slightly when she repositioned herself in his lap. "The name of the game is Hot and Cold. You're going to kiss me, but you can't touch me with your hands. I can't touch you with mine, either. If either of us give in and do use our hands, then the winner gets to do whatever they want to the loser."

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Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

  “So,” she repeated back to him, unfolding her legs and laying them across his lap. Raegan watched him for a few minutes, letting the silence pass between them. When she’d had enough of it, she slumped down, lifting her hips to hike her dress up her thighs and midrift to expose her tummy and tattoos. Laying against her bellybutton was a piercing, a stud with a diamond-bejeweled pot leaf dangling from it; a “gift” from one of her many suitors. The thought of having to deal with them was exhausting. “Like what you see?” she questioned him eagerly. Raegan wasn’t a slut. She didn’t indulge in sex and sensual activities with just anybody, but she and Mason had established a connection, and she was comfortable inside her own skin to expose herself to him in this way. “You can touch me if you want to, and I know you do,” she told him boldly.

[themasonsoares-blog]

"Reagan." He thought his words out carefully. "You are very attractive. But we work together. Technically I am your boss. I hired you and if anything were to happen, it could come back on me and the shop." But his eyes wandered to all of her curves. "But you make it very difficult to resist."

[nothiscupoftea]

Raegan sat up, looking into Mason's eyes. "You initiated this, Boss Man. I'm just following your lead." In one fluid motion, she straddled his lap, coming face-to-face with him. Her dress was still hiked up around her waist, and her chest pressed against his, her arms laying across his shoulders and her hands gripping the back of the couch. "Play a game with me?"

[themasonsoares-blog]

Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

  Raegan’s chocolaty eyes absorbed the sight of Mason standing in front of her, his tshirt clinging to the dampness of his body in all the right places. “No thanks. I’m all set,” she offered, smiling at him and turning to settle on the couch. She pulled her high heels off, pulling her legs up against her chest but folding one of them under herself Indian style.

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Mason grabbed himself a beer from the fridge, popped the top and strolled over to the couch. He took a sip and then set it down on the coffee table. There was a semi awkward silence between them. Mason never knew how to act around a beautiful strong woman in a social setting, let alone by himself. “So….” He drawed out. 

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"So," she repeated back to him, unfolding her legs and laying them across his lap. Raegan watched him for a few minutes, letting the silence pass between them. When she'd had enough of it, she slumped down, lifting her hips to hike her dress up her thighs and midrift to expose her tummy and tattoos. Laying against her bellybutton was a piercing, a stud with a diamond-bejeweled pot leaf dangling from it; a "gift" from one of her many suitors. The thought of having to deal with them was exhausting. "Like what you see?" she questioned him eagerly. Raegan wasn't a slut. She didn't indulge in sex and sensual activities with just anybody, but she and Mason had established a connection, and she was comfortable inside her own skin to expose herself to him in this way. "You can touch me if you want to, and I know you do," she told him boldly.

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Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

  Raegan had smiled at the customer that Mason was talking to, her eyes meeting his briefly as she touched her hair nervously. She’d gone home to brush her teeth and dab perfume on the pulse point of her neck before heading to Mason’s beach house a few hours later and letting herself inside using the key under the mat. “Boss Man?” she called out.

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Mason was just getting out of the shower when he heard the door open from the extra key that he reminded Ray about. He threw on the closest pair of jeans he could find and grabbed a shirt from his drawer. He pulled it over his head as he made his way out to the living room to greet her. Mason ran his fingers through his wet curls and swept it out of his eyes and smiled to see her standing there. “Come on in.” He crossed the living room to the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”

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Raegan's chocolaty eyes absorbed the sight of Mason standing in front of her, his tshirt clinging to the dampness of his body in all the right places. "No thanks. I'm all set," she offered, smiling at him and turning to settle on the couch. She pulled her high heels off, pulling her legs up against her chest but folding one of them under herself Indian style.

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Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

  Raegan’s breath caught in her throat when Mason invaded her space a step further, making more contact between their bodies. The gentle scratching of his facial hair against her ear sent a jolt of anticipation surging down her spine, and she’d swear that she nodded involuntarily. “I’d like that,” she added as an afterthought.

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Mason licked his lips a little and bit down his smile just when he heard the bell from the front of the shop ring. Another customer, another dollar. “I’m gonna go make some money.” He pulled his grip out of her hand and gave her a wink. Throwing the cigarette but out toward the alley, Mason headed back inside.

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Raegan had smiled at the customer that Mason was talking to, her eyes meeting his briefly as she touched her hair nervously. She'd gone home to brush her teeth and dab perfume on the pulse point of her neck before heading to Mason's beach house a few hours later and letting herself inside using the key under the mat. "Boss Man?" she called out.

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Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

  Raegan smiled, the realization of an ongoing situation finally unfurling in front of her: Mason was shy. He was a gentleman, and the chance that he might risk possible rejection to put hisself out there was null; not happening. He needed encouragement; more green lights. Subtlety wasn’t Mason’s strong suit, and luckily for him, Raegan was a woman who went after what she wanted, one way or another. Before he could put his hands down, she stubbed the cigarette on the bottom of her high heel and linked her fingers through his. She jerked him towards her gently, letting her body fall against his but still holding her own weight. “What else?”

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Mason looked up from the ground to see that look in her eyes. That one stare melted every ‘good-guy’ bone in his body. He leaned in close to her ear and let his lips and slight stubble brush against her ear. “Why don’t you come over later and find out.”

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Raegan's breath caught in her throat when Mason invaded her space a step further, making more contact between their bodies. The gentle scratching of his facial hair against her ear sent a jolt of anticipation surging down her spine, and she'd swear that she nodded involuntarily. "I'd like that," she added as an afterthought.

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Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

  Laughter erupted from Raegan, hearing Mason’s delight due to his own feat. She watched him hold up his hands, and something stirred inside of her. “Like what?” she blurted out.

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He inhaled deeply. Several inappropriate answers came straight to his mind but he had to remember that this was his co-worker and he had to remain professional. But there was something about Reagan that made that very difficult. Letting the smoke escape his lips, he replied. “Well, you see. The ink that I create. That’s what I meant.” He became slightly bashful.

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Raegan smiled, the realization of an ongoing situation finally unfurling in front of her: Mason was shy. He was a gentleman, and the chance that he might risk possible rejection to put hisself out there was null; not happening. He needed encouragement; more green lights. Subtlety wasn't Mason's strong suit, and luckily for him, Raegan was a woman who went after what she wanted, one way or another. Before he could put his hands down, she stubbed the cigarette on the bottom of her high heel and linked her fingers through his. She jerked him towards her gently, letting her body fall against his but still holding her own weight. "What else?"

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Damn....

[nothiscupoftea]

Mason’s voice filtered into her thoughts, and she walked to where he stood, letting him light the cigarette for her. She hit it hard, pulling the nicotine deep into her lungs and relishing in its effects for a few seconds before exhaling evenly. She parted her lips slightly, moving her tongue in a way to make smoke rings. Reagan winked at Mason, expelling the leftover smoke and hitting the cigarette again. “Your turn. What can you do? Wow me,” she teased him playfully.

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"I can roll my tongue." He demonstrated his phenomenal trick and then busted out laughing at how small the feat actually was. "The only tricks I can do are with these bad boys." He held up his hands. 

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Laughter erupted from Raegan, hearing Mason’s delight due to his own feat. She watched him hold up his hands, and something stirred inside of her. “Like what?” she blurted out.

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Damn....

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Raegan nodded in agreement, easing herself off of Mason’s desk. She walked past him, navigating the short distance to the shop’s back exit and pushing the door open. Sunshine warmed her skin, and she stepped further away from the building, closing her eyes; just wanting to bask in its ambience.

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Mason squinted from the brightness of the sunshine as it hit him straight in the face. letting his eyes adjust to the contrast, he lit his cigarette. “Come here. I’ll light yours.” He motioned over. He helped light hers as he cupped his hand to block the breeze.

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Mason's voice filtered into her thoughts, and she walked to where he stood, letting him light the cigarette for her. She hit it hard, pulling the nicotine deep into her lungs and relishing in its effects for a few seconds before exhaling evenly. She parted her lips slightly, moving her tongue in a way to make smoke rings. Reagan winked at Mason, expelling the leftover smoke and hitting the cigarette again. "Your turn. What can you do? Wow me," she teased him playfully.