Chapter 30
GEORGIA
The kiss went from hot to inferno in a matter of seconds. He turned me, pressed my back into something hard.
“I have to make you come.”
“Mac,” I breathed, because I wasn’t averse to the concept, but we were in his office. At the fire station.
“Be a good girl and widen your legs for me.” His voice was a murmur in my ear. Rough and deep, but only for me to hear.
His deft fingers opened my pants and slid the zipper down with a skill and speed I shouldn’t take time to consider. I didn’t, because the next second his fingers were sliding down the front of my panties and parting me.
“Oh my God,” I breathed.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Can you be quiet, or do you want me to take my fingers away?”
I shook my head, looked up at him. “I’ll… I’ll be good,” I whispered.
“That’s right, you will.”
This wasn’t playtime. This was like the final minute of a football game and the team needed to make it all the way down the field and then score before the time ran out.
A finger slid into me while another circled my clit. In, out. Round and round.
I rolled my hips into what he was doing and bit my lip.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. Is that all for me?”
I nodded, whimpered.
“Your pussy’s clenching on my finger so good. I’m the only one to make you feel this way, aren’t I?”
“Mac,” I hissed, when he curled his finger inside me in just the right spot. Where had that spot been my whole life?
“Not Smutters. Me.”
I blinked. “Smutters? What?” Why was he talking about him now?
“Only me.” He was pushing me to orgasm quickly so there was no doubt who was giving it to me.
“You,” I said.
“That’s right. Fuck, I can’t wait for that to be my dick inside you. Come for me, gorgeous. I want to watch.”
Of course, I did what he wanted. I came, pulsing on his finger, biting my lip to stifle the sounds I wanted to make.
It felt good. Soooooo good. And doing it in his office where I had to stay quiet, where he could get a call at any time and I had a photo shoot to run, was hot.
The whole thing pushed me over. I went from hi to fuck yes in an embarrassingly short time.
Once I caught my breath, he pulled his hand from my panties, and I watched as he licked his fingers clean.
“Fuck, that was just mean,” he said with a heated glint and a grin.
I frowned. “What?”
“I can’t do anything else. Just watch you as you come. And taste you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous when I get you off.” He licked his lips. “I can’t bend you over my desk. I can’t get you on your knees. I can’t press you into the door and get on my knees.”
“Mac,” I whispered.
He growled. “Flowers is worried about me since I’m smiling too much. It’s your fault. That mouth of yours seems to be my undoing. That pussy. Fuck, your sweet taste.”
I laughed and tried to come out of my pleasure stupor.
“What?” he asked. “It’s true.”
“And Smutters?” I asked. I’d been too aroused to think about why he was talking about him, but now it made sense. Was he jealous? Sure, Peter was handsome, but he had nothing on Mac. Somehow, I got hot for a growly, jealous guy.
He frowned. “Fuck Smutters. Wait, no. Don’t fuck him. Just–”
“I can handle the guy.” I ran my thumb over his lower lip.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Red lipstick doesn’t go well with your mustache,” I told him.
He grinned. I wasn’t used to his smiles. To see him anything but moody and a grump. But this? My ovaries did backflips at the sight. But I liked it.