Page 56 of Forty, Flirty & Fired

Breaking away, my breath is strangled—strained. Almost as strained as my slacks have become with each passing second that Mackenzie is in my arms. "You're so beautiful, Mac. So strong and so damn beautiful."

She blushes, making my cock harden almost to the point of pain. And despite the delicious hurt, I smile, my thumb brushing her cheekbone before my hand trails down her neck, her collarbone, and finally rests on the waistband of her jeans.

My jaw ticks as my dick nearly grows numb.

Probably, because I can’t remember the last time I wanted something so much. In fact…I don’t think I’ve wanted anything—anyone—as much as I want the woman in front of me.

My thumb brushes across the button her jeans, and she releases a long sigh.

“Fuck. I need to touch you, Mac.” I breathe out, the words scraped raw. “Can I touch you, Mac? Can I make you feel good?"

She nods, her small throat working as she swallows. "Yes, Alex. Please."

I unbutton her jeans, my fingers slipping inside her soft cotton underwear. She's already wet, her body ready for my touch. I find her clit, circling it gently with my fingers, andMackenzie moans softly, her head falling back against the door.

"That's it, sweetheart,” I murmur, my lips against her ear. "Let me hear you. Let me know how good it feels."

I slide two fingers inside her, my thumb continuing to work her clit. With every second that passes, the beautiful brunette in my hands grows bolder.

Her hips buck against my hand, her tiny fists clawing into my shirt.

I hear a whimper. A sigh. A whine.

And then I felt it. The pressure of teeth digging into my shoulder.

Hers.

And I keep circling, sucking in a sharp shot of air.

“Holy fuck, sweetheart. You're so tight, Mac," I whisper, my voice hoarse, each syllable dry. "So wet. You feel incredible."

I begin to move my fingers in and out of her, my thumb keeping a steady rhythm on her clit. Her moans grow louder, her body tensing as she nears her climax.

"Come for me, Mac," I urge, my voice low and commanding. "Let me feel you come undone."

With a final cry, she comes, her body convulsing around my fingers. I hold her tightly, my lips pressed against her neck as she rides out her orgasm.

And I could live in this moment forever.

Except the moment is shattered, interrupted by a crash from downstairs, followed by what sounds suspiciously like Keith's voice starting a protest chant.

With the world’s greatest patience, I gently withdraw my hand.

Mac lets her head fall back against the door with a laugh that sounds almost pained. Her dark-brown eyes are glazed, her pink lips puffy from where they’ve been kissed.

She sighs. “Saved by the revolution."

I rest my forehead against hers, trying to regain some semblance of control. "We should probably..."

"Make sure he's not building barricades in the lobby?"

"I was going to say continue this discussion later, but yes, that too."

She bends to retrieve her key to the room, and I definitely don't take advantage of the moment to admire how her jeans?—

"Alex." Her voice brings my eyes back to her face. "This is?—"

“Likely ill-advised. If I were my lawyer, I’d be having a conniption right about now.” I bring my fingers to my lips to taste the evidence of her arousal, and she watches me, eyes wide. “But it might just be right.”

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