Chapter 9
LAYNE
Ihave to hold onto Mack’s shoulder for stability as I walk to the bathroom. My inner thighs are still tingling. My pussy is still clenching, wishing his fingers were still inside me.
More than his fingers, actually. I've never wanted a man like this. I'm in complete and utter awe of the way he knows exactly what to do to make me feel incredible.
There’s no way I can leave him for the rest of the day with that massive erection.
Mack runs the water, and I grab a clip to twist my hair up to keep it dry. I can't stop staring at his shoulders and ridiculously chiseled torso. I can tell how much he wants to have sex, and yet… He hasn't really suggested it.
I already know that tonight is the night. Not right now, with the clock ticking.
He strips off his suit, pants and shorts, hanging them neatly on the towel rack. When he turns back, one look at my astonished face makes him chuckle. "It's not that bad, is it?"
"Um, no. Not at all…"
His frame looks even more huge and powerful when he’s naked. His cock is perfect. Okay, probably a bit too big, especially for someone inexperienced like me. But it's thick and veiny and straight, and the round head at the tip is already glistening.
I've never wanted anything this badly.
We step into the shower, and he quickly rinses his back and chest while I continue staring at his shaft. Without a word, I reach out to grip it, gently skimming my palm up and down along its entire length.
His entire body ripples, his knees almost giving out. "Do that again," he growls. "Your hot pussy got me so fired up… I swear I'm going to come in seconds, baby."
I really have this effect on him? Wild. I've never thought of myself as sexy. Someone able to give a man such a huge reaction. Yet here he is, literally in the palm of my hand, his lower abdomen twitching with every stroke.
"Kiss me." My whisper can barely be heard over the falling water.
"If I do that, I'm going to come in your hand."
His eyes are blazing. I can feel the heat radiating off his skin as my grip tightens, skimming up and down, trying to find out how much pressure he likes.
I step closer, water splashing against my side. "I want you to kiss me, then come for me." I don't know what has made me so bold. Maybe it’s the fire in his eyes.
His arms pull me to him until there's barely any space between us, his cock against my belly. His mouth latches onto mine with a hungry pull, his hand grabbing my ass as he groans deeply.
"That's it," I murmur against his lips. "Think about fucking me." Another full body tremor as his cock thickens in my hand. "Later tonight, you're going to throw me across that bed and shove this into me, aren't you? You're going to make me scream—"
He cuts off my naughty words with an almost violent kiss, growling and groaning as his hips move, fucking my hand roughly as the climax overtakes him. I revel in the sensation of his hot seed splashing all over my belly, up my side, and down my hip.
I did this. I turned him on so much that he completely lost all control.
Mr. Rigid, Mr. Logical, Mr. Boss Man…clutching me to him as he heaves for air, working his length for a few more strokes in my palm.
"Layne," he gasps, "you're so fucking sexy. This is a serious problem."
I step back, angling my body so the shower can rinse his come off my skin. "Problem?"
"How am I supposed to spot a potential thief when all I can think about is getting back here to make everything you said come true?"
"I don't know. But we’d better get to work." I waggle my eyebrows at him. "No dessert until we eat our vegetables, right?”