Chapter 20

• Lisa was more than convinced that there was nothing more fascinating than the feeling of just being fucked on your boss’s table. She was back at her desk, but her body still felt every sensation that it went through a few minutes ago. Hero Mason was the man who could make her lose it, whose presence embodied authentic masculinity, her daily reality. Every moment that she was with him, he was aware of everything. The way he would stare down at her, the way their breathing was being released in the quiet stillness of the room, the way his cock would lie between her open legs before going in, the erotic, scorching sense they emanated
• It flooded her senses. His warmth, his scent, and his aura in every way. She was filled with an urge to learn more about Mason Remington. Although he was not physically present at the moment, she couldn’t help but notice the hot rush of blood coursing through her veins as heat swirled deep within her. She always felt this way whenever he was close to her, touched her, or just finished another round of mind-blowing fuck. Yes, she loved to think of how they’d spent the last few minutes as a fuck. It was easier to avoid taking their connection any farther than it already was.
• He would never date her in a romantic sense, and he had shown her there was a difference between the two. There was nothing soft and gentle about their intercourse, even though he somehow knew how to be thorough with every detail, passionate with every sensual move, and personal and intimate with every word he’d whispered in her ear each time he entered her body. She knew it was just a fuck, nothing more, nothing less, and she would be lying if she said she didn’t love him more now, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him and risk losing him completely. She would accept this messed-up relationship with open arms if it were all he had to offer.