You're listening to a MoMA Mia podcast. Mamma Mia acknowledges the traditional owners of the land. We have recorded this podcast on the Gatagoul people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torus Rate islander cultures.

You're listening to a MoMA Mia podcast. Mamma Mia acknowledges the traditional owners of the land. We have recorded this podcast on the Gatagoul people of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to their elders past and present, and extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torus Rate islander cultures.

Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mama Mia. Essential audio experience you can enjoy anywhere. Things are about to get a little spicy, so now is the perfect time to slip in your headphones and turn on I mean up the volume. This is your time, clear your mind, take a deep breath, get nice and comfy, and most importantly, enjoy yourself. My heels click on the marble floor, echoing through the empty hallway. It's late and the office is silent, apart from the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. Somewhere to my right, a vacuum buzzes. The cleaner is still tiding up for the next day. I turn the corner head towards the glass door at the end of the corridor. I can't believe I'm doing this again. Another late night at the office, And of course it has to involve him. It always involves him. We might technically be on the same team that this man is. My competition, my very attractive, very infuriating competition. No one boils my blood the way that he does. I tap a light knock on the glass door, a courtesy, not a request, and walk in his office is different after dark, the city lights filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows that dance across the sleek modern furniture. The room is quiet, save for the distant hum of the vacuum and a few remaining employees shuffling around on the other side of the floor.

Hi, Welcome to Butter by Mama Mia. Essential audio experience you can enjoy anywhere. Things are about to get a little spicy, so now is the perfect time to slip in your headphones and turn on I mean up the volume. This is your time, clear your mind, take a deep breath, get nice and comfy, and most importantly, enjoy yourself. My heels click on the marble floor, echoing through the empty hallway. It's late and the office is silent, apart from the soft hum of the fluorescent lights. Somewhere to my right, a vacuum buzzes. The cleaner is still tiding up for the next day. I turn the corner head towards the glass door at the end of the corridor. I can't believe I'm doing this again. Another late night at the office, And of course it has to involve him. It always involves him. We might technically be on the same team that this man is. My competition, my very attractive, very infuriating competition. No one boils my blood the way that he does. I tap a light knock on the glass door, a courtesy, not a request, and walk in his office is different after dark, the city lights filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows that dance across the sleek modern furniture. The room is quiet, save for the distant hum of the vacuum and a few remaining employees shuffling around on the other side of the floor.

He's standing at the window, staring out.

He's standing at the window, staring out.

At the cityscape, his silhouette sharp against the skyline.

At the cityscape, his silhouette sharp against the skyline.

He doesn't even.

He doesn't even.

Acknowledge my presence, just stands there. He's everything I despise, arrogant, entitled. Ugh. He's also tall, lean, and ridiculously handsome, with piercing eyes that drill directly into my soul and a voice that droops with confidence.

Acknowledge my presence, just stands there. He's everything I despise, arrogant, entitled. Ugh. He's also tall, lean, and ridiculously handsome, with piercing eyes that drill directly into my soul and a voice that droops with confidence.

No matter what he's saying, heat rushes through me.

No matter what he's saying, heat rushes through me.

As I admire his frame, I have to call it for what it is, attraction. You are undeniable, infuriating attraction, And I hate him for it because it feels like losing it feels like letting him win. Am I clear my throat, the sound too loud for the spell cast over the darkened room, and he turns as I toss the papers onto his desk, the revised campaign, I tell him, surprised at the huskiness in my tone that doesn't usually underline our conversations. He doesn't say a word, just stares at me in the glow of the city lights. I feel the heat of his gaze rakes slowly, so slowly, down my body and back up, stopping when his gaze locks on mine. His arms remain folded over his chest, and I can't see it through his crisp white shirt, but I can tell the lines of his chest and stomach are muscled hard. God's sake. Stop thinking about what's under his clothes, and the glint in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what's on my mind. He takes a step away from the window, moving towards me. I'm rooted to the ground. A slow, deep thrum begins to build in my body as he prowls forward. His gaze and the dim light is primal. His small smile, hungry and heat pulls in my stomach as he steps towards me. He's so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body, though we don't touch.

As I admire his frame, I have to call it for what it is, attraction. You are undeniable, infuriating attraction, And I hate him for it because it feels like losing it feels like letting him win. Am I clear my throat, the sound too loud for the spell cast over the darkened room, and he turns as I toss the papers onto his desk, the revised campaign, I tell him, surprised at the huskiness in my tone that doesn't usually underline our conversations. He doesn't say a word, just stares at me in the glow of the city lights. I feel the heat of his gaze rakes slowly, so slowly, down my body and back up, stopping when his gaze locks on mine. His arms remain folded over his chest, and I can't see it through his crisp white shirt, but I can tell the lines of his chest and stomach are muscled hard. God's sake. Stop thinking about what's under his clothes, and the glint in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what's on my mind. He takes a step away from the window, moving towards me. I'm rooted to the ground. A slow, deep thrum begins to build in my body as he prowls forward. His gaze and the dim light is primal. His small smile, hungry and heat pulls in my stomach as he steps towards me. He's so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body, though we don't touch.

I should walk away.

I should walk away.

Should walk the fuck out of here as quickly as I can, get in an uber and go home. The tension crackling between us is close to snapping, and before I can say a word, close is the distance between us, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss is fierce, deep and desperate. I don't know what either of us is trying to prove, but we both want to win whatever this battle is. His hands fund my waist, pulling me against him as he deepens a kiss. I melt into him, my body betraying me. His fingers dig into my hips hard, but.

Should walk the fuck out of here as quickly as I can, get in an uber and go home. The tension crackling between us is close to snapping, and before I can say a word, close is the distance between us, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss is fierce, deep and desperate. I don't know what either of us is trying to prove, but we both want to win whatever this battle is. His hands fund my waist, pulling me against him as he deepens a kiss. I melt into him, my body betraying me. His fingers dig into my hips hard, but.

I don't care.

I don't care.

I want more, I need more. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt. My hand's trembling as I shove the fabric aside, desperate to get my hands on his bare chest. His hands, strong and sure, moved to my blouse, tugging it out of my skirt with a roughness that makes me gasp. He pauses, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with smoky desire as he holds my gaze. I see the question lying there. I nod, and then his lips are on mine again. He backs me up against his desk, the cool edge digging into the backs of my thighs. His hands are everywhere my waist, my back, sliding up under my top. I arch into him, needing more, but he pulls back just enough to make me whimper in frustration. His fingers trailed down my neck, his thumb brushing my collarbone as he studies me with that infuriating smirk. His lips graze my ear, spucking every nerve in my body, and his hands move lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of my stomach, before sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric. A low moan escapes me, and I hate how easily he unravels me, how desperate I feel, how needy. But I can't bring myself to care, not when his touch is setting my skin on fire, when my pussy is suddenly slick and wet. He shifts his hands to my ass, giving it a quick, firm tap that sends a jolt through my coll My breath hitches, and I grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white as I try to ground myself that it's impossible, not with the way he's touching me, the way he's looking at me like he's already one. My voice breaks as I try to say his name, trying, failing, I.

I want more, I need more. I fumble with the buttons of his shirt. My hand's trembling as I shove the fabric aside, desperate to get my hands on his bare chest. His hands, strong and sure, moved to my blouse, tugging it out of my skirt with a roughness that makes me gasp. He pauses, pulling back just enough to look at me, his eyes dark and filled with smoky desire as he holds my gaze. I see the question lying there. I nod, and then his lips are on mine again. He backs me up against his desk, the cool edge digging into the backs of my thighs. His hands are everywhere my waist, my back, sliding up under my top. I arch into him, needing more, but he pulls back just enough to make me whimper in frustration. His fingers trailed down my neck, his thumb brushing my collarbone as he studies me with that infuriating smirk. His lips graze my ear, spucking every nerve in my body, and his hands move lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of my stomach, before sliding up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric. A low moan escapes me, and I hate how easily he unravels me, how desperate I feel, how needy. But I can't bring myself to care, not when his touch is setting my skin on fire, when my pussy is suddenly slick and wet. He shifts his hands to my ass, giving it a quick, firm tap that sends a jolt through my coll My breath hitches, and I grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white as I try to ground myself that it's impossible, not with the way he's touching me, the way he's looking at me like he's already one. My voice breaks as I try to say his name, trying, failing, I.

Cling the last shred of control I have.

Cling the last shred of control I have.

He leans in his lips, brushing against mine in a ghost of a kiss, and he whispers something like girl, and his lips are on mine again, demanding urgent. The kiss is fierce, teeth and tongues clashing as we pour every ounce of frustration, every unspoken word into the contact. His hands griped my waist, pulling me against his hard body. His cock presses against me, and a steady ache throbs where my thighs meet. I need to feel him inside me, his hands my hips, lifting me onto his desk with ease, Paper scatter, and a pen holder goes crashing to the floor. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher, higher, until it's bunched around my waist. I'm barely breathing, my heart hammering in my chest as I watch him with wide eyes, Anticipation coiling in my stomach. He tells me to spread my legs, his voice rough, thick with desire. I obey, the cool air of the office brushing against my exposed skin, making me shiver. His gaze is intense, roaming over me as if he is committing every inch to memory. His hands follow the path of his eyes, his touch deliberate, making me gasp as his fingers dip beneath my pantylon, tracing the slickness gathering at my center. His thumb draws lazy circles over my clip, igniting the bun of nerves, eliciting a cry from my lips. I reach down, unbutton his trousers and push them down along with his boxes. My eyes go wide as his impressive erections springs free, and I bite my lip at the sight. I trail fingertips over his chest, down his stomach and lower, wrapping my fingers around the length of him. He's thick and hard in my hand, a drop of moisture appearing at the tip, and I give him a slow, purposeful stroke. He groans, head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed. I release him with a laugh. This man, he likes to pretend he's so unshakable losing control, his eyes darken and he deathly unhooks my bra with one hand. He takes a nipple gently into his mouth, sucking gently as he teases it with his tongue. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. As my breath leaves my body in pants and moans. He hooks his finger in the waistband of my underwear, slowly peeling it down my legs. His eyes devour me, his gaze hot and hungry. I can feel the desire coming off him in waves as he moves closer, standing poised between my open legs, and with one push, Oh, he's inside me, a claiming me right there on his desk. I gasp as he feels me completely ah ah, crying out at the sensation. He only groans thrust sata, his hips moving in steady, delicious circles.

He leans in his lips, brushing against mine in a ghost of a kiss, and he whispers something like girl, and his lips are on mine again, demanding urgent. The kiss is fierce, teeth and tongues clashing as we pour every ounce of frustration, every unspoken word into the contact. His hands griped my waist, pulling me against his hard body. His cock presses against me, and a steady ache throbs where my thighs meet. I need to feel him inside me, his hands my hips, lifting me onto his desk with ease, Paper scatter, and a pen holder goes crashing to the floor. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt higher, higher, until it's bunched around my waist. I'm barely breathing, my heart hammering in my chest as I watch him with wide eyes, Anticipation coiling in my stomach. He tells me to spread my legs, his voice rough, thick with desire. I obey, the cool air of the office brushing against my exposed skin, making me shiver. His gaze is intense, roaming over me as if he is committing every inch to memory. His hands follow the path of his eyes, his touch deliberate, making me gasp as his fingers dip beneath my pantylon, tracing the slickness gathering at my center. His thumb draws lazy circles over my clip, igniting the bun of nerves, eliciting a cry from my lips. I reach down, unbutton his trousers and push them down along with his boxes. My eyes go wide as his impressive erections springs free, and I bite my lip at the sight. I trail fingertips over his chest, down his stomach and lower, wrapping my fingers around the length of him. He's thick and hard in my hand, a drop of moisture appearing at the tip, and I give him a slow, purposeful stroke. He groans, head tilting back, eyes fluttering closed. I release him with a laugh. This man, he likes to pretend he's so unshakable losing control, his eyes darken and he deathly unhooks my bra with one hand. He takes a nipple gently into his mouth, sucking gently as he teases it with his tongue. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to me. As my breath leaves my body in pants and moans. He hooks his finger in the waistband of my underwear, slowly peeling it down my legs. His eyes devour me, his gaze hot and hungry. I can feel the desire coming off him in waves as he moves closer, standing poised between my open legs, and with one push, Oh, he's inside me, a claiming me right there on his desk. I gasp as he feels me completely ah ah, crying out at the sensation. He only groans thrust sata, his hips moving in steady, delicious circles.

The sound of our heavy breathing and mons is all that fills the room.

The sound of our heavy breathing and mons is all that fills the room.

Ha ha ah.

Ha ha ah.

He throbs deep inside me, and I increase.

He throbs deep inside me, and I increase.

The speed, giving my body over to the pressure coiling in my body tightening with each thrust.

The speed, giving my body over to the pressure coiling in my body tightening with each thrust.

My breath comes in ragga gasps.

My breath comes in ragga gasps.

Ah ah as his hands dive into my hair, and I arch into him. The desk beneath me is cool and hard, and the pressure building is delicious and unbearable. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I ride his thick length. Oh. He pulls my head back and kisses my neck as he thrusts deeper and deeper, grazing the soft skin there with his teeth. And it's my undoing.

Ah ah as his hands dive into my hair, and I arch into him. The desk beneath me is cool and hard, and the pressure building is delicious and unbearable. I cling to him, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I ride his thick length. Oh. He pulls my head back and kisses my neck as he thrusts deeper and deeper, grazing the soft skin there with his teeth. And it's my undoing.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah.

I cry out, my body shaking as wave after a wave of pleasure washes through me. I feel him swell inside me, and with a few more thrusts, he follows his release, pouring into me as he groans my name, a deep guttural prayer.

I cry out, my body shaking as wave after a wave of pleasure washes through me. I feel him swell inside me, and with a few more thrusts, he follows his release, pouring into me as he groans my name, a deep guttural prayer.

I collapse against.

I collapse against.

Him, a breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my chest. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, his head buried in my neck as we gasp to regain control. I'm breathless and trembling. My body's still humming with the aftershocks. I push gently against his chest and he steps back, watching me with an unreadable expression as he slides out of me. I hop off the desk, straightening my skirt and smoothing my hair, legs like jelly. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he shakes his head in that infuriating way that makes me want to slap his stupid, gorgeous face. Don't get used to being in control, I say, as I turn on my heel and head for the door. It's the only time you'll ever have the upper hand.

Him, a breathing heavily, my heart pounding in my chest. He wraps his arms around me, holding me close, his head buried in my neck as we gasp to regain control. I'm breathless and trembling. My body's still humming with the aftershocks. I push gently against his chest and he steps back, watching me with an unreadable expression as he slides out of me. I hop off the desk, straightening my skirt and smoothing my hair, legs like jelly. A smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, and he shakes his head in that infuriating way that makes me want to slap his stupid, gorgeous face. Don't get used to being in control, I say, as I turn on my heel and head for the door. It's the only time you'll ever have the upper hand.