PS: A little bit of smut coming

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Katrina Johnson

"We could share your room?" I knew it was too much to ask that of him but I was out of options. I couldn't let him fire me. I had to prove to anyone that I could do it, even if it wasn't my plan all along to become an assistant.

"I... I don't mind Kat, but do you really think it's a good idea?"

This was absolutely not the greatest idea but it was my only chance at keeping my job. I was grateful that even after everything I put him through he was still trying to help me. Mason Walton was a true gentleman.

"It's the best option."

"What about your... euh... you're boyfriend? Won't he mind?"

I frowned, "What boyfriend? Pablo is just my friend I told you that."

"I'm not talking about Pablo. I'm talking about the man that had you pressed against the wall." He said firmly with a glare.

I took a step back, hating he saw me. Hating that I was stupid enough to let it happen in the first place and it was eating me alive.

"He's not my boyfriend. Not anymore..." I whispered looking at my feet "That was Aiden."

"The prick that broke your heart?" He asked in disbelief and he had every right to. I nodded ashamed of myself. "Wow... I just... I'm out of words. I treat you the best I can and you won't even look at me because I'm a 'white boy' as Noah puts it, yet you go and kiss the person that hurt you the most."

I wiped my tears shaking my head "He took me by surprise and at first I lost myself in him but then I pushed him off of me! I didn't want that to happen but you know what? I'm glad it did!"

"Great! I'm glad for you!"

"You should be! Because it showed me you have ruined men for me, Mason!"

"I've ruined nothing! I just saw you kissing him!"

"Why aren't you listening to me? You made it so I can't be with anyone else! I can't kiss anyone else without thinking about you!"

He froze for a moment and took a step closer. "Are you hearing yourself? Is that another lie? Another trick?"

"It's not." I was breathing hard as I took another step forward making it that we were toe to toe. And I was glad for the heels that put me at a good height. "It's not a trick. I hated every second of his lips being on mine. I wanted your lips, not his."

In a matter of seconds, I found myself in mason's arms with his lips on mine. He kissed me hungrily pressing me harder to him. We were both burning with desire and longing for each other that we couldn't ignore it anymore. I let myself go and kissed him back with the same fervency and wanton.

I moaned against his lips as he lifted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I heard a small tearing sound and knew it was coming from my dress but I did not care. I was having my forbidden fruit and even though I knew there would be consequences, I didn't care.

Mason lay me down on the bed gently as he hovered over me, looking deeply into my eyes with heavy breathing. His fingers brushed the side of my arm sending shivers down my spine. He nestled between my legs leaning closer and closer until his lips met with my skin. He left a trail of kisses from the back of my ear to the bare valley between my breasts.

I moaned loudly as I felt his manhood press against my core. I was desperate for him. I wanted him like I never wanted anyone before in my life. Am I really going to do this?

Mason left feathery kisses on every visible patch of skin drowning me even more in desire for him.

"Mason..." I breathed out "Please..."

"What do you want Kat?" His voice was husky and full of want.

"I..." I moaned as he pressed his pelvis on mine.

"Say it kitty kat, tell me what you want."

"I want you," I whispered locking eyes with him.

"Are you sure you want this? There's no coming back from it."

"Don't ruin the moment..."

He chuckled reaching behind me to unzip my dress. He swiftly took it off and stood there, staring at me with lustful eyes. Mason licked his lips before easily unhooking my bra and throwing it to the floor. I blushed under his gaze and pulled him over so I could work on the buttons of his shirt. Once the shirt was on the floor, I reached for his belt buckle and lingered there for a few seconds watching his toned chest.

I was finally able to see the tattoo I wondered a lot about. It was an anchor on his shoulder, with a compass attached to its center. I traced the clean lines with a smile. It was a beautiful one and I was sure there was a story behind it.

"You're killing me right now,"

I blushed and undid his buckle before unfastening his pants. And pushing them down with my legs.

"Are you on the pill? I don't have any condoms."

"No..." I froze and he chuckled.

"It's okay, we'll manage don't worry."

He kissed me all over again while caressing my inner thighs. I gathered my courage and guided his hand higher gasping when he touched me. Mason held my gaze as his fingers worked wonders on me and soon replaced them with his mouth.

He made love to me so beautifully that I kept wanting more. I kept asking for more from the man I had long decided I couldn't be with. I couldn't remember how many times I came that night, it was all like a beautiful dream that I never wanted to wake up from.

But reality came hitting hard when I woke up in Mason's arms the next morning. It was still early and he was soundly asleep when I left his bed wrapped up in my sheets. I opened the small duffle bag I had brought with me and took out the spare clothes and headed to the bathroom without making a sound.

I took a quick shower and readied myself to meet with Mr. Williams. I cried throughout my shower, ashamed of what I did. As much as I liked it, as much as I wanted it, I knew I shouldn't have. Now Mason will think we can be together when I'm still not ready to be in an interracial relationship. And I also wasn't the type of girl to have one-night stands. I was disgusted with my poor choices and once I was ready, I hastily left his room. The famous walk of shame I had never been through.

I waited for Mr. Williams in the lobby trying hard not to cry again. I started imagining Mason waking up on his own and thinking I hurt him on purpose. I left him after that passion-filled night.

"Good morning Miss Johnson."

"Good morning Mr. Williams. The meeting room is ready and your partners are already there."

"Mr. Walton?"

"I haven't seen him yet sir."

"I'm right here James. Good morning." He smiled at him shaking his hand before sending me a smile.

"Alright then, let's go."

I waited outside until they finished with their meeting. Everyone started leaving but I couldn't see Mason. I approached Mr. Williams when he was alone.

"Mr. Williams? Can I talk to you please?"

"Yes, Katrina, what is it?"

"I would like to take some time off of work."

"You had a week off already. You just come back. I don't understand this."

"I'm not feeling well sir."

"Fine, just because you are very dedicated, I'll give you another week. Not more. Call Andrea and let her be ready when we land."

"Yes sir."

"You may go immediately if you want to.

"That would be very generous of you."

He brushed me off and went back inside where Mason was still seated. I stole a glance at Mason before taking my things from reception and leaving the hotel hurriedly. I felt bad for leaving without saying goodbye, but I was so scared that I had to see Noah, I had to do something about it and I had to heal myself somehow.

I was seated on the plane and trying to focus on the magazine in my hands when my phone beeped. I fished it out of my purse and found a text from Mason.

MW: Where are you?

MW: I saw Williams leave without you. Are you ok?

KJ: I'm fine, I'm going home for a week.

MW: Call me when you land.

I switched my phone off and put it back in my bag when they signaled takeoff. I was glad to sleep took over me and I only woke up when the plane landed. I had texted Noah to meet me at the airport when I left the hotel, and I was hoping he saw the text and was waiting for me. I took my duffle bag and left the plane to go to the passport check.

KJ: I've landed.

NJ: I'm outside. Parking B2.

I was lucky it did not take too much time for me to get out of the airport. I was starting to breathe hard and everything around me seemed to shake. I couldn't stop having flashes from last night; the way he held me, the way he touched me, the way he kissed me... it was all out of love, not just lust. And that made it harder on me because I knew I couldn't give him what he wanted. I couldn't bring myself and accept the feelings I had for him and accept being more than his friend.

I reached the B2 parking and blindly searched for Noah.

"Kat? Are you okay?" Noah held me, supporting my way. "What's wrong?"

"I can't breathe..."

"Look at me Kat, focus on my eyes,"

I looked up but it was all blurry I couldn't see him clearly.

"Breathe in, breathe out, in, out. Think about mom, she's making your favorite chicken pie, can you smell it? Breathe Kat, breathe. Don't think about anything. Just mom, in the kitchen with her apron on, she's taking the pie out of the oven..."

I started relaxing as my breathing started the evening out.

"Good, that's good Katy, now look at me. Can you see me?"

I nodded sniffling, realizing I was crying. I buried my face into his chest as he held me protectively, "Let it out. Let it all out. You're safe Katy, you're with me. You're safe."

It took me a while to compose myself and stopped crying. I gently pulled away from Noah and smiled at him apologetically "I ruined your shirt."

He laughed shaking his head and took my duffle bag from the ground "Doesn't matter. I just want you to be okay. Let's go home, Katy."

I followed him to his car and got in buckling up. I leaned against the window closing my eyes and seeing Mason's face.

MW: Have you landed safely?

I looked at the phone and quickly typed back.

KJ: Yes.

He called me but I rejected the call, well aware that Noah was looking at me suspiciously.

"What happened?"

"I made the biggest mistake of my life."