 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.”
"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."
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.”
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.
