“Feel good? I can get in real deep this way. Fuck you the way you deserve.”
“Oh, God. Yes.” When did I become Mac the porn queen?
“Are you my dirty girl, MacKenzie? Huh?” he mutters as he thrusts into me over and over.
“Yes, I’m your dirty girl.” I am. I’m so very dirty right now. Where did this version of MacKenzie come from? I’m clutching the bedding in the hopes he doesn’t force my head into the wall with his powerful thrusts.
“Mine. This pussy is mine, MacKenzie. You got that?”
“Yours,” I gasp as I come. Hard. A few thrusts more and I feel him pour himself into me. Shit. I hope that birth control works. I haven’t needed it except to regulate my monthly gift for a long time, but it looks like I’ll need it now.
We both fall to the bed, him against my back. My stomach rumbles. “You need to feed me,” I whine.
“Oh, I fed you.” He chuckles.
I roll my eyes, but he can’t see me.
He lifts off me and walks around the bed to help me up. “Come on. Let me feed my woman.”
His woman? God, I love the sound of that. I search the floor for something to wear.
“But no clothes. I want you naked.”
I grumble but do as he asks. My body is not great. It’s lumpy at best. But he seems to like it. I certainly like his. Oh, hells bells, when he pulled off his shirt last night, I nearly orgasmed. He’s got a broad chest with a smattering of blond chest hair. It leads down to the sexiest stomach I’ve ever seen. It’s what the pundits call a six-pack.
When he started to slide off his boxers, I watched his ripped stomach turn into a V that led down to his massive, erect, uh, manliness. His arms and thighs are thick and strong. I love how he could move me and change my position at whim. It makes me feel small, and I’m not small. So, in summary, Sam Stone is astud.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THE LIGHT OF DAY
I wake up,wondering what day it is. I blink my eyes rapidly to avoid the blinding light coming from my bedroom windows. I should have shut the damn curtains last night.
Last night? I roll over to see a mass of auburn hair on my extra pillow and a bare back of porcelain skin scattered with freckles. I touch one and trace my finger around, connecting the beautiful dots.
When she groans, I know I’ve woken her up. I’d love to fuck her again, but she wore me out last night.
She rolls over and blinks her pretty baby blues at me. “Morning,” she says in a husky morning voice.
Well, maybe I could muster it up one more time today. “Morning, beautiful. You hungry?” Okay, something you should know: I never, and I mean never, feed breakfast to the women I sleep with. I’ll buy them dinner, but then once we’re done in bed, I send them on their way. This is the first time I’ve looked at the woman in my bed and had an unwavering desire to keep her there forever.
“I could eat,” she croaks. “Do you have coffee? ’Cause I need coffee, stat.”
“Stat, huh?” I chuckle. “Well, I’ll get right on it, ma’am.”
I hear her giggle as I stride out my bedroom door. I look back just as I exit my room to see if she’s watching me. She is. The fact that I’m still bare-ass naked was probably the reason. I make my way into the kitchen and grind up some of my Sumatra beans into the grinder. I pour the ground coffee into my maker and press Start. While I wait for it to brew, I pick up my phone. Gill’s left me five text messages.
Gill:Boss? You there?
Gill:Boss? We got a problem. Call me.
Gill: Shit. I don’t want to call you. I know you have company. Shit.
Gill:I’ll just tell you. The camera picked something up at the house. Movement.
I note the time of the four messages. The first three were at two thirty, two thirty-one, and two thirty-two in the morning. The fourth was at two thirty-five.
Gill:Tell me what you want me to do, boss.
