Speaker 1: You're listening to a MoMA Mia podcast. Mamma Mia acknowledges
Speaker 1: the traditional owners of the land. We have recorded this
Speaker 1: podcast on the Gatagoul people of the Eora Nation. We
Speaker 1: pay our respects to their elders past and present, and
Speaker 1: extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torus Rate islander cultures.
Speaker 2: Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mama Mia. Essential audio experience
Speaker 2: you can enjoy anywhere. Things are about to get a
Speaker 2: little spicy, so now is the perfect time to slip
Speaker 2: in your headphones and turn on I mean up the volume.
Speaker 2: This is your time, clear your mind, take a deep breath,
Speaker 2: get nice and comfy, and most importantly, enjoy yourself. My
Speaker 2: heels click on the marble floor, echoing through the empty hallway.
Speaker 2: It's late and the office is silent, apart from the
Speaker 2: soft hum of the fluorescent lights. Somewhere to my right,
Speaker 2: a vacuum buzzes. The cleaner is still tiding up for
Speaker 2: the next day. I turn the corner head towards the
Speaker 2: glass door at the end of the corridor. I can't
Speaker 2: believe I'm doing this again. Another late night at the office,
Speaker 2: And of course it has to involve him. It always
Speaker 2: involves him. We might technically be on the same team
Speaker 2: that this man is. My competition, my very attractive, very
Speaker 2: infuriating competition. No one boils my blood the way that
Speaker 2: he does. I tap a light knock on the glass door,
Speaker 2: a courtesy, not a request, and walk in his office
Speaker 2: is different after dark, the city lights filtered through the blinds,
Speaker 2: casting long shadows that dance across the sleek modern furniture.
Speaker 2: The room is quiet, save for the distant hum of
Speaker 2: the vacuum and a few remaining employees shuffling around on
Speaker 2: the other side of the floor.
Speaker 3: He's standing at the window, staring out.
Speaker 2: At the cityscape, his silhouette sharp against the skyline.
Speaker 3: He doesn't even.
Speaker 2: Acknowledge my presence, just stands there. He's everything I despise, arrogant, entitled. Ugh.
Speaker 2: He's also tall, lean, and ridiculously handsome, with piercing eyes
Speaker 2: that drill directly into my soul and a voice that
Speaker 2: droops with confidence.
Speaker 3: No matter what he's saying, heat rushes through me.
Speaker 2: As I admire his frame, I have to call it
Speaker 2: for what it is, attraction. You are undeniable, infuriating attraction,
Speaker 2: And I hate him for it because it feels like
Speaker 2: losing it feels like letting him win. Am I clear
Speaker 2: my throat, the sound too loud for the spell cast
Speaker 2: over the darkened room, and he turns as I toss
Speaker 2: the papers onto his desk, the revised campaign, I tell him,
Speaker 2: surprised at the huskiness in my tone that doesn't usually
Speaker 2: underline our conversations. He doesn't say a word, just stares
Speaker 2: at me in the glow of the city lights. I
Speaker 2: feel the heat of his gaze rakes slowly, so slowly,
Speaker 2: down my body and back up, stopping when his gaze
Speaker 2: locks on mine. His arms remain folded over his chest,
Speaker 2: and I can't see it through his crisp white shirt,
Speaker 2: but I can tell the lines of his chest and
Speaker 2: stomach are muscled hard. God's sake. Stop thinking about what's
Speaker 2: under his clothes, and the glint in his eyes tells
Speaker 2: me he knows exactly what's on my mind. He takes
Speaker 2: a step away from the window, moving towards me. I'm
Speaker 2: rooted to the ground. A slow, deep thrum begins to
Speaker 2: build in my body as he prowls forward. His gaze
Speaker 2: and the dim light is primal. His small smile, hungry
Speaker 2: and heat pulls in my stomach as he steps towards me.
Speaker 2: He's so close I can feel the heat radiating off
Speaker 2: his body, though we don't touch.
Speaker 3: I should walk away.
Speaker 2: Should walk the fuck out of here as quickly as
Speaker 2: I can, get in an uber and go home. The
Speaker 2: tension crackling between us is close to snapping, and before
Speaker 2: I can say a word, close is the distance between us,
Speaker 2: his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss is fierce,
Speaker 2: deep and desperate. I don't know what either of us
Speaker 2: is trying to prove, but we both want to win
Speaker 2: whatever this battle is. His hands fund my waist, pulling
Speaker 2: me against him as he deepens a kiss. I melt
Speaker 2: into him, my body betraying me. His fingers dig into
Speaker 2: my hips hard, but.
Speaker 3: I don't care.
Speaker 2: I want more, I need more. I fumble with the
Speaker 2: buttons of his shirt. My hand's trembling as I shove
Speaker 2: the fabric aside, desperate to get my hands on his
Speaker 2: bare chest. His hands, strong and sure, moved to my blouse,
Speaker 2: tugging it out of my skirt with a roughness that
Speaker 2: makes me gasp. He pauses, pulling back just enough to
Speaker 2: look at me, his eyes dark and filled with smoky
Speaker 2: desire as he holds my gaze. I see the question
Speaker 2: lying there. I nod, and then his lips are on
Speaker 2: mine again. He backs me up against his desk, the
Speaker 2: cool edge digging into the backs of my thighs. His
Speaker 2: hands are everywhere my waist, my back, sliding up under
Speaker 2: my top. I arch into him, needing more, but he
Speaker 2: pulls back just enough to make me whimper in frustration.
Speaker 2: His fingers trailed down my neck, his thumb brushing my
Speaker 2: collarbone as he studies me with that infuriating smirk. His
Speaker 2: lips graze my ear, spucking every nerve in my body,
Speaker 2: and his hands move lower, brushing against the sensitive skin
Speaker 2: of my stomach, before sliding up to cup my breast,
Speaker 2: his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric. A low
Speaker 2: moan escapes me, and I hate how easily he unravels me,
Speaker 2: how desperate I feel, how needy. But I can't bring
Speaker 2: myself to care, not when his touch is setting my
Speaker 2: skin on fire, when my pussy is suddenly slick and wet.
Speaker 2: He shifts his hands to my ass, giving it a quick,
Speaker 2: firm tap that sends a jolt through my coll My
Speaker 2: breath hitches, and I grip the edge of the desk,
Speaker 2: my knuckles turning white as I try to ground myself
Speaker 2: that it's impossible, not with the way he's touching me,
Speaker 2: the way he's looking at me like he's already one.
Speaker 2: My voice breaks as I try to say his name, trying, failing, I.
Speaker 3: Cling the last shred of control I have.
Speaker 2: He leans in his lips, brushing against mine in a
Speaker 2: ghost of a kiss, and he whispers something like girl,
Speaker 2: and his lips are on mine again, demanding urgent. The
Speaker 2: kiss is fierce, teeth and tongues clashing as we pour
Speaker 2: every ounce of frustration, every unspoken word into the contact.
Speaker 2: His hands griped my waist, pulling me against his hard body.
Speaker 2: His cock presses against me, and a steady ache throbs
Speaker 2: where my thighs meet. I need to feel him inside me,
Speaker 2: his hands my hips, lifting me onto his desk with ease,
Speaker 2: Paper scatter, and a pen holder goes crashing to the floor.
Speaker 2: His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher, higher,
Speaker 2: until it's bunched around my waist. I'm barely breathing, my
Speaker 2: heart hammering in my chest as I watch him with
Speaker 2: wide eyes, Anticipation coiling in my stomach. He tells me
Speaker 2: to spread my legs, his voice rough, thick with desire.
Speaker 2: I obey, the cool air of the office brushing against
Speaker 2: my exposed skin, making me shiver. His gaze is intense,
Speaker 2: roaming over me as if he is committing every inch
Speaker 2: to memory. His hands follow the path of his eyes,
Speaker 2: his touch deliberate, making me gasp as his fingers dip
Speaker 2: beneath my pantylon, tracing the slickness gathering at my center.
Speaker 2: His thumb draws lazy circles over my clip, igniting the
Speaker 2: bun of nerves, eliciting a cry from my lips. I
Speaker 2: reach down, unbutton his trousers and push them down along
Speaker 2: with his boxes. My eyes go wide as his impressive
Speaker 2: erections springs free, and I bite my lip at the sight.
Speaker 2: I trail fingertips over his chest, down his stomach and lower,
Speaker 2: wrapping my fingers around the length of him. He's thick
Speaker 2: and hard in my hand, a drop of moisture appearing
Speaker 2: at the tip, and I give him a slow, purposeful stroke.
Speaker 2: He groans, head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed. I release
Speaker 2: him with a laugh. This man, he likes to pretend
Speaker 2: he's so unshakable losing control, his eyes darken and he
Speaker 2: deathly unhooks my bra with one hand. He takes a
Speaker 2: nipple gently into his mouth, sucking gently as he teases
Speaker 2: it with his tongue. I thread my fingers through his hair,
Speaker 2: holding him to me. As my breath leaves my body
Speaker 2: in pants and moans. He hooks his finger in the
Speaker 2: waistband of my underwear, slowly peeling it down my legs.
Speaker 2: His eyes devour me, his gaze hot and hungry. I
Speaker 2: can feel the desire coming off him in waves as
Speaker 2: he moves closer, standing poised between my open legs, and
Speaker 2: with one push, Oh, he's inside me, a claiming me
Speaker 2: right there on his desk. I gasp as he feels
Speaker 2: me completely ah ah, crying out at the sensation. He
Speaker 2: only groans thrust sata, his hips moving in steady, delicious circles.
Speaker 3: The sound of our heavy breathing and mons is all
Speaker 3: that fills the room.
Speaker 4: Ha ha ah.
Speaker 3: He throbs deep inside me, and I increase.
Speaker 2: The speed, giving my body over to the pressure coiling
Speaker 2: in my body tightening with each thrust.
Speaker 3: My breath comes in ragga gasps.
Speaker 2: Ah ah as his hands dive into my hair, and
Speaker 2: I arch into him. The desk beneath me is cool
Speaker 2: and hard, and the pressure building is delicious and unbearable.
Speaker 2: I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders
Speaker 2: as I ride his thick length. Oh. He pulls my
Speaker 2: head back and kisses my neck as he thrusts deeper
Speaker 2: and deeper, grazing the soft skin there with his teeth.
Speaker 2: And it's my undoing.
Speaker 4: Ah ah ah ah ah ah.
Speaker 2: I cry out, my body shaking as wave after a
Speaker 2: wave of pleasure washes through me. I feel him swell
Speaker 2: inside me, and with a few more thrusts, he follows
Speaker 2: his release, pouring into me as he groans my name,
Speaker 2: a deep guttural prayer.
Speaker 3: I collapse against.
Speaker 2: Him, a breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my chest.
Speaker 2: He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, his
Speaker 2: head buried in my neck as we gasp to regain control.
Speaker 2: I'm breathless and trembling. My body's still humming with the aftershocks.
Speaker 2: I push gently against his chest and he steps back,
Speaker 2: watching me with an unreadable expression as he slides out
Speaker 2: of me. I hop off the desk, straightening my skirt
Speaker 2: and smoothing my hair, legs like jelly. A smirk tugs
Speaker 2: at the corners of his mouth, and he shakes his
Speaker 2: head in that infuriating way that makes me want to
Speaker 2: slap his stupid, gorgeous face. Don't get used to being
Speaker 2: in control, I say, as I turn on my heel
Speaker 2: and head for the door. It's the only time you'll
Speaker 2: ever have the upper hand.