Chapter 19 Mac
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MAC
DECEMBER. FIVE MONTHS AGO
Mac: Come on in when you get here, the doors open
Penny: Is your sister there?? Do I need to mentally prepare?
Mac: Nah, she hasn’t been here yet today.
Mac: Make sure to lock the door behind you
Mac: I can’t have anyone walking in with what I’m about to do to you, Trouble.
Penny: Oh? And what is that?
Mac: You’ll just have to wait and see…
Itapped the tip of my pen against the desk, eyes glued to the latest expense report. The bar was doing well—thank God.
We weren’t raking in anything crazy, but we were solid. Profitable. Enough to keep the lights on and tuck a little something extra into our pockets.
Tourist season had wrapped about a month ago, and Faircloud had seen an impressive surge this year. The town’s proximity to the city meant we caught the overflow—people looking for a taste of real Texas. Small towns, open skies, cattle, ranches… and cowboys…
The bell above the front door chimed, and I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.
A slow smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. But I kept my gaze locked on the screen, trying to summon my most nonchalant expression.
Penny.
For the last month and a half—ever since that Halloween party—Penny and I had been unable to keep our hands off each other.
We’d agreed not to tell anyone—not our friends, not our coworkers. We knew exactly what would happen if we did: a chorus of “Finally!” and “Told you so.” Besides, keeping it quiet made it easier. If things fizzled out, we could walk away clean. No drama. No explanations.
But deep down? I didn’t see it fizzling.
Penny had a way of matching me, stride for stride. She stirred something wild in me, something I usually kept locked away.
I wasn’t the type to romanticize sex. I enjoyed it, respected it—whether it was for one night or more. But with Penny? It was different. There was a need—a feral, consuming need—that hit me the moment she walked into a room like, I’d go insane if I didn’t touch her.
The soft scent of vanilla and spice drifted through the air, and I finally glanced up.
She was leaning against the doorframe, a smirk on her lips and mischief in her eyes.
“Well, hello there, Penelope.”
“Hello,” she purred, giving me a slow wave with her fingers.
“I’ll be done in just a second,” I said, my voice low. “Then you’re all mine.”
She laughed, that warm, wicked sound that always lit me up from the inside. Pushing off the frame, she sauntered toward the desk and hopped up onto the edge with casual ease, bracing herself with her hands behind her.
“I don’t have all day,” she warned. “This is my lunch break. The library gives me thirty minutes, but I blocked myself off for an hour. If anyone asks, I was doing professional development from twelve-thirty to one.”
I turned my chair to face her fully, leaning back as my gaze swept slowly down her body.
That dress.
It clung to her in all the right places, just tight enough to tempt, just loose enough to imagine slipping it out of my way. The hem brushed below her knees, a whisper of fabric I could already see bunched around her hips. The neckline cut straight across her breasts, simple, elegant—and criminally distracting.
I nodded to myself, tongue sweeping across my bottom lip without thought.
“Hungry?” Penny asked, tilting her head with a feline sort of grace.
I sat up straighter and rolled the chair closer to her, the wheels sliding across the hardwood floor. My hands found the insides of her knees, and with a gentle but insistent pressure, I nudged them apart.
She opened for me, slow and deliberate, the trust in her movement making my pulse thrum louder in my ears.
I moved between her legs, eyes locked on hers as I dragged my fingers up the soft, heated skin of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched as the hem of her dress rode up under my touch, inch by inch, until that delicate pink lace was exposed.
I murmured, voice low and rough, “I’m fucking starved.”
My gaze shifted from between her thighs back up to her face. She was already watching me, eyes dark with heat, lips parted just enough to send a fresh wave of need coursing through me.
A soft smile curved her mouth as she reached out and tangled her fingers in the hair at the back of my neck. With a slow, purposeful tug, she tilted my face up, holding me there so she could look down at me like I belonged to her.
God, maybe I did.
I planted my hands on her knees again, gripping tight. My forearms flexed as I urged her thighs wider, baring more of that mouthwatering view. The fabric of her dress gathered high on her hips, and I swore I could feel the heat radiating off her.
She was absolutely breathtaking.
I leaned in, close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, to inhale—sweet, heady, and mine. My hand slid forward, fingers trailing a line straight down her center.
She was soaked.
Soaked for me.
The pads of my fingers barely grazed her through the lace, and a soft, helpless whimper escaped her throat. The sound hit me like a lightning strike.
I didn’t just want to touch her.
I wanted to devour her.
Penny’s breath hitched again, her fingers tightening in my hair as I brushed my mouth against the inside of her thigh. She trembled under my lips, an involuntary shiver that made my cock ache behind the zipper of my jeans.
I kissed my way higher, taking my time even though every part of me burned to tear that lace aside and feast.
But she deserved the build-up. She deserved to be worshiped.
My hands slid under the backs of her thighs, lifting her just enough so I could hook my fingers into her panties and drag them down. She responded like a good girl, lifting her hips for me. I pulled the lace down her legs, kissing her knees as I did, and then tossed them aside without a second glance.
She was spread wide for me now, dripping with need.
“Jesus, Penny,” I murmured, my voice rough with want. “You’re perfect.”
I leaned in and ran my tongue through her in a slow, deliberate stroke, groaning as her taste hit my tongue. She was everything I craved and everything I shouldn’t want this much.
Her thighs tensed around me, and she let out a strangled sound—half moan, half plea. Her hands clutched at my hair again, but not to push me away. No, she was guiding me, pulling me in deeper.
I gave her what she wanted, what we wanted.
I circled her clit with my tongue, then sucked it between my lips, earning a gasp and a sharp jerk of her hips. She rolled against my mouth, already needy, already right on the edge. I could feel it in every tremble, every choked sound that spilled from her lips.
“You taste like heaven,” I growled, earning me a moan. “I could spend all fucking day right here.”
I pushed a finger inside her, slow and deep. In response, her head fell back with a sharp cry. Her walls clenched around me, so tight and wet, that my whole body tensed with restraint. I added another finger, curling just right as I kept my mouth on her clit, licking, sucking, driving her higher.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered, her voice raw, breathless. “Please, don’t stop.”
She rocked against my face, one hand still tangled in my hair, the other fisting the edge of the desk behind her. She was close—I could feel it, taste it. Every moan grew louder, more urgent, her thighs trembling around my shoulders.
Then she shattered.
Her body arched, legs clamping tight around my head as her orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, loud and unfiltered, and I didn’t stop—just slowed enough to ride the waves with her, licking her through every pulse, every aftershock.
When she finally sagged back against the desk, chest rising and falling, flushed and breathless, I looked up at her.
Hair a mess. Lips parted. Eyes glassy with pleasure.
“Lunch break,” I said with a grin, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, “might need to be extended.”
She laughed—soft and spent—and reached for me, pulling me up by the front of my shirt.
“Your turn,” she whispered, eyes smoldering. “Close the door.”
My chest tightened at the look in her eyes. They were dark, hungry, and full of promise. Still catching her breath, flushed and glowing, Penny pulled me in like gravity.
I reached back and nudged the office door shut with a firm kick. The soft click of the latch felt final, like sealing ourselves off from the world.
By the time I turned back around, she was already sliding off the desk.
Her dress fell back down her thighs, only half-covering her, but she didn’t bother fixing it. Instead, she stepped into me, her hands already tugging at the hem of my shirt, lifting it over my head with impatient fingers.
“You’re wearing too much,” she murmured, lips brushing my chest as she spoke.
“Fix it, then,” I growled, grabbing her waist and pressing her back against the desk.
She made quick work of my belt, unbuttoning and unzipping me while I groaned against her neck, trailing kisses from her collarbone to that perfect spot just behind her ear. My jeans hit the floor, and my boxers followed, my cock springing free. I was hard, aching, ready for her.
Penny’s eyes dropped, and her lips parted slightly as she looked at me. “God, you’re—”
I didn’t let her finish. I lifted her onto the desk again, pushing her thighs apart as I lined myself up against her slick heat.
She fumbled for the purse sitting next to her on my desk and pulled out a condom. Bringing it to her mouth, she ripped it open with her teeth as her eyes stayed locked on mine.
My heart raced, skin prickling with intense desire. This woman made me weak in so many ways.
“No teasing this time,” she whispered, breath hitching.
I met her eyes, my voice low and ragged. “Not a fucking chance.”
She pulled the condom from the foil and rolled it down my length. The movements were deliberate as she brushed her fingers along the shaft.
My body surged like a live wire. I had to burry myself deep in her now or I would lose all fucking composure.
“I thought you said no teasing?” I quipped.
“No teasing me, I didn’t mean I couldn’t tease you,” she replied with a devilish grin.
“You brat,” I growled before I buried my shaft until I was completely lost inside of her.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her head tipping back as I filled her, stretching her open. I claimed every inch. She was so tight, so wet, the heat of her wrapped around me like a goddamn vice.
“Fuck, Penny,” I groaned, pressing my forehead to hers. “You feel—fuck—you feel incredible.”
She clung to me as her hips rolled, already matching my rhythm. I drove into her harder, gripping her hips, the desk creaking beneath us. Every thrust had her gasping my name, every grind of her hips drew me closer to the edge.
Our mouths found each other hot, messy, hungry. She kissed like she fucked: desperate, no holding back. I bit her bottom lip, and she moaned into my mouth, her legs wrapping tighter around my waist.
“Right there,” she gasped. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop.”
“Not. Stopping,” I growled, each word punctuated with another deep thrust.
She was so close. I could feel her building again, her body trembling against mine.
I reached between us, my thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight circles while I kept thrusting deep and hard. Her whole body tensed, and then she came again.
Her walls clenched around me, and it took everything I had to hold back for just a few more strokes—until the tension snapped and I came with a low groan, spilling into her as her name tore from my lips.
We stayed like that for a moment, still tangled, bodies shaking, hearts racing.
Then she leaned in, forehead against mine, smiling.
“Think I can call the rest of the day professional development too?” she asked, breathless.
I laughed, still inside her, not ready to let go.
“Pen,” I said, brushing a kiss to her lips, “at this rate, I’ll write you a whole damn curriculum.”