Protecting What's Mine(65)

She gave a teasing rock of her hips.

“I’m seeing stars, Dreamy.”

The sweet again sprinkled in with the dirty. Was there anything sexier than that?

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she promised and began to move. Rocking slowly at first, then steadily building speed. The thick slide of him in and out, veins and ridges, impossibly smooth, hot skin. He was custom-made to fuck her.

Linc ran his hands over her torso, pausing to pay special attention to her breasts.

“Get down here,” he commanded.

She complied, folding over him as he wrapped one strong arm around her. It felt so good to be this close to him. Safe and wild all at once.

He used his other hand to cup her breast and bring it to his mouth. The pleasure of his mouth on her, his cock in her, gave her too much to feel. And no way to stop and think.

She was a mass of sensation. On a quest for pleasure.

He picked up the pace, hammering into her. Her thighs quivered, and those delicate inner muscles trembled. He wasn’t kidding about more orgasms. He was about to fuck a second one out of her.

He murmured dark and dirty things against her breasts while sucking and kissing.

She gave herself over to the frenzied rhythm, forgetting about the need for control. Now she required something else. Something that was blooming in her belly like a nuclear explosion.

He grunted softly against the flesh of her breast. Her nipple growing impossibly harder in his mouth.

She opened her legs wider, letting him pummel into her, his hips thrusting in an incessant rhythm.

It was starting. She could feel it drawing up from her toes, burning everything in its path.

She spasmed around his dick, and he growled. “That’s right, Mackenzie.”

He said her name as he drove her relentlessly toward an orgasm.

“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice gravelly.

“What more is there?” She ended on a cry as her body balanced on the precipice. The abyss. All she had to do was fall. But…

Linc’s finger found her ass, slipped into the cleft, and pressed against her.

“No one’s ever made me want like this before,” he ground out.

“God,” she hissed.

“Hang on to me, Dreamy. I’ve got you.”

His finger slid into her at the same time as a particularly masterful thrust grazed some pleasure button deep inside her. His tongue laved her nipple.

They both exploded together.

He went rigid under her, teeth gritted, jaw clenched, pouring himself into the condom while Mack closed around him like a fist. And they came like that, rocking and shuddering, trembling as their releases ripped through their bodies, decimating them.





30





Mack whistled as she let herself in through the back door of the clinic.

She was early. The first one to arrive, which was fine with her. She dropped the skinny vanilla latte and the Earl Grey with extra cream at the front desk for Tuesday and Freida. The cappuccino went on Russell’s organized desk.

She took her own green tea into her office and flicked on the lights.

Since she was alone, she cranked the volume on the elderly computer speakers and played the song she’d woken up with in her head.

Warbling along with Freddie Mercury to “Somebody to Love,” she collapsed into the chair, delighted at the variety of sore muscles making themselves known to her.

She’d had sex. Amazing sex. With a guy she really liked. And she’d woken up, crammed into her own bed on filthy ash-streaked sheets, between man and dog. They’d worked out together. Weights, push-ups, sit-ups. And over breakfast, Linc had filled her in on the call last night.

It felt…nice. She felt happy. The slate had been cleared. The playing field was even.

Linc knew she wasn’t looking for permanent. She knew he was. They were at cross-purposes and honest about it. They could make this work. Whatever this was.

Of course, she was going to have to be careful to keep her distance. She definitely couldn’t see him two nights in a row. That would send the wrong message. Stay in control, and everyone could have a good time.

It was going to be a very good day.

The chair had feelings about her positivity. It tipped abruptly. There was no time to catch herself as she pitched backward, her feet flipping up over her head as she and the chair landed hard.

She stared up at her walking boot and ceiling. And started to laugh.

They found her like that.

“Is she drunk?” Freida asked from the doorway.

“The beverages. The music. The laughing. She’s not drunk,” Tuesday insisted. “Dr. Mack got laid.”

“Up we go,” Russell said, pulling Mack to her feet.

She stumbled over her walking boot. “I swear I’m not drunk.”

“Look at her face,” Tuesday said in a gleeful mock whisper. “She’s so smug and satisfied. So dewy.”

“Had to be Chief Reed,” Freida predicted. “Nice to know you two made up.”

“Good for you,” Russell said, beaming at her.

“I’m very uncomfortable right now,” Mack said.

“Honey, you should be after a night with Chief Reed.” Freida was in full-on spirit fingers mode.

“Go easy on her, ladies,” Russell insisted. “Mackenzie is new to this kind of dysfunctional workplace intimacy.”