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her movements deliberate, certain.
Her hands moved to his hips, pushing the fabric down over them. The pants fell easily, linen
pooling at his bare feet. She moved to the waistband of his boxer briefs, her fingers teasing as they
slid beneath the elastic.
Christ, he should just turn around and have her. Bend her over the bench where he sat to put on his
shoes. Take charge of the situation. Part of him screamed to seize control, to call the shots the way he
always did. But there was something thrilling about giving it up, if only for a moment. Letting a
woman have her fun with him.
Mmm, she whispered against his back as she pushed his boxer briefs down over his hips. They
fell onto the pants, a pile of warm fabric at his feet. He started to kick them away, but Kelli pressed
one high-heeled shoe onto the pile, trapping him in place with his own clothes.
Stay still, she whispered, nipping lightly at the top of his butt.
He groaned and tried to turn again, to see her at least. She held him firmly by the waist.
Nice try, she whispered, rising up again and skimming her breasts over his back. Her breath was
warm on the side of his ribcage. No touching before the wedding.
This isn t touching? he ground out.
Not yet, she murmured. But this is.
Her fingertips grazed the tip of his cock. Then she wrapped one hand around him, her palm hot and
soft against him.
Fuck, Mac choked out, gripping the doorframe for balance.
Definitely not, she whispered, gripping him tighter as she began to stroke him. I m not that kind
of girl.
She caressed him slowly, her hands skilled and applying just the right amount of pressure. She
moved up, down, up again, fingertips soft and firm all at once.
Holy God, he gasped as she stroked her hand in a slow, rhythmic, tease. Her breasts pressed soft
against his back as her fingers moved deftly over his shaft. Whatever kind of girl you are, I hope you
never change.
She laughed and stroked more firmly, one hand gliding over him while the other moved lower to
knead his balls. She teased slowly at first, her rhythm building gradually as Mac s breath came faster.
Her grip was tighter now, but still fluid. He d never been handled this way before, forced to stand
completely still while someone else touched and teased and all he could do was grip the doorframe
and hope to God he got to repay the favor.
He felt himself throbbing in her hand and gritted his teeth, certain he was on the brink of falling
down or passing out or losing it completely.
Kelli, he growled.
Hmm? she breathed against his back.
You d better stop now.
Or what?
Or one of two things will happen. He closed his eyes, trying to regain his composure as his
fingers dug hard into the doorframe. Either we ll have another article of clothing to dry clean, or I m
going to turn around and
Sir?
They both froze. Kelli s hand held him tight, unmoving. Her breath was hot and fast against his
back.
Sir? Are you in there?
Brian. Fuck, Mac thought. I left the goddamn door wide open.
Mac swallowed. Yes?
I have the car ready, sir. The dinner reservation you asked for is at seven.
Mac closed his eyes. Dammit. He d completely forgotten.
Dinner? Kelli whispered, fingers still twined around his shaft.
It was a surprise, he whispered back. Since I didn t get to take you out your first night.
How romantic.
Besides, it s good for Zapata s people to see us out in public.
Of course.
Mac took a deep breath. Coming!
Behind him, Kelli laughed. Not anymore. She laughed again, her breasts moving pleasantly. Mac
lost a few more brain cells.
She squeezed him once more, softly, before letting go. Then she stepped back. Mac felt her absence
in the chill of his bare skin.
On second thought, he whispered, We could just skip dinner and
No way, José, she said, putting a palm against his back to keep him from turning around. He
heard a rustle of clothing, and felt disappointed she was getting dressed.
It s only a major arms deal, he said. Just a few million bucks and some dead civilians, but
really
The moment s gone, Mac, she said, a smile in her voice. Stall Brian for ten minutes while I put
on some lipstick and a dress.
Without underwear? he asked hopefully.
She swatted him on the shoulder, then gave him a gentle push toward the door. You ll just have to
wonder, won t you?
About a lot of things, he muttered raking his fingers through his hair in frustration. He grabbed a
shirt from its hanger and shrugged it over his shoulders as he stomped toward the door.
He got halfway down the hall before remembering to go back for his pants.
By the time he got to the car, he d almost cooled off. Almost.
He punched his sister s speed-dial number, grateful to have a few moments of quiet with no
bodyguards or assistants or disturbingly sexy fake fiancées around to cloud his thoughts.
Sheri answered on the second ring. Mac! I m so glad to hear from you. How are things going?
Mac adjusted his sunglasses and stared through the windshield at a phallic-looking cactus. I asked
for a Stepford wife and you sent me a goddamn hellcat.
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