Mac was still laughing when he walked her back to his office and shut the door behind them. “You’re a sore loser. I never would have expected that out of Ms. Sweetness and Light. This is too funny.” He pulled a bottle of water out of his mini-fridge and tossed it to her before grabbing one for himself.
“You know, I’m just trying to show you that you’re not better than me at everything.”
He looked surprised. “Who said I’m better? I’m stronger, sure, but you’re probably quicker. You’re definitely prettier. Smarter… not sure there, but you’re no dim bulb.”
“Thanks, ever so much.”
“And I’d have to say you give better head than I do.”
She deliberately misunderstood. “You’ve blown guys? Really?”
He scowled. “No, blondie. I meant you get me off better than I do you, orally. Jesus.”
She started laughing at the look of disgust on his face and couldn’t stop.
He stepped around her and locked the door, then fixed the shades on the windows on either side of it. This late at night, not many were at the gym. So why would he…?
He had that look in his eye, the one that told her she was about to get fucked. Hard.
“Wait a minute.”
He shook his head.
“I work here,” she whispered harshly, worried someone might know what a locked door meant. But messing around in the office? So naughty.
“I work here too.” He glanced at his desk and calmly cleared it. He crooked his finger.
“No.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
“Oh?” Mac’s grin widened. “Look, Miss. If you don’t want to lose your job, you’ll come here.” He lowered his shorts and showcased a mouthwatering erection.
“You’ll fire me?”she asked in a husky voice, totally turned on despite her astonishment at his threat.
“And I know how much you need this job, what with you looking after sixteen brothers and sisters. You’re so desperate, I can do whatever I want with you.”
She understood and had to smile. She liked his creativity. “But this is sexual harassment, Mr. Jameson,” she said, keeping her voice low.
“You’re damn right it is. Get over here.”
God, he looked so thick and hard. She scurried to his side, hoping no one would knock on the door. “But I’m so gross, and I—”
He turned her onto her belly over the desk and yanked down her shorts and underwear. Without giving her a chance to refuse, he angled between her legs and rested just inside her pussy.
“Wet for me. I like that. But not too wet. Hmm, this may hurt.” The bastard continued to push, grunting as he worked his way inside her.
Bent over with her legs pressed together, she felt too tight, too helpless to resist as his fat cock stretched her. At the thought of such vulnerability, she grew wetter.
“There we go. My naughty employee wants to keep her job, doesn’t she?” he growled.
“Yes, Sir.”
“That’s right,” he bit out as he sawed in and out of her, excitement taking its toll on his restraint. “Would you do anything to keep your job?”
“Yes, anything,” she breathed.
“Like what? Tell me.”
As she came up with all kinds of scenarios, he thrust faster. She liked his desperation, because too often he took his time while she writhed, caught up in his talented, beautiful body.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said in a low voice. “God, Maggie. I can’t stop. Gotta fill you all up. Yes,” he hissed as he pumped again and stilled, coming while she groaned her frustration. “Hold on, damn it.”
He reached around her and played with her clit, and before she knew it, she’d spasmed around him, her orgasm powerful, the more so because she fought to keep silent.
When she’d climbed down from such pleasure, she felt him withdraw and return to her with something between her legs.
“Sorry, but consider your workout towel needing a good wash.”
“Whatever.” She moaned at the tingling in her limbs. Mac’s sexual prowess left her limp and sated, every time. She knew how rare that was, and how that track record would probably fade with time. Yet being near him, feeling so close, went beyond sex.
“Only thing better than this would be you wearing those earrings and that corset while I did you on the desk.” He chuckled. “Now that would be something to see.”
She turned in his arms and waited while he set her clothing to rights.
“You’re all sweaty,” she complained. “You should take off more clothes next time.”
“Hussy.” He grinned down at her, and she wanted to tell him how she felt, scared yet excited to confess her feelings. Except she’d want to spend more time with him after she confessed her love, and she had a plane to catch. Tomorrow.
She swallowed hard, aware she should have told him before now. “Mac?”
“What’s up?” He sat back in his chair and laced his hands behind his head, keeping her caged between his knees.
If there was any good time to tell him, it was now, when he had that happy glow in his eyes. “I have something to tell you.”
“Yeah?”
“In my defense, no one knows this yet. Not even Shelby.”
He sat straighter in his chair. “Spit it out.”
“A few days ago I got a call from Kim. That guy from Philly, Evan Stringer? The artsy guy who was interested in my stuff? Well, he flew out here early since he has family in the area, and he stopped by The Beholder.”
“And?”
“He wants my art. All of it! I gave him the rest of my pieces, and I’m flying out to Philadelphia tomorrow to spend a few days going over details about a showing and what he thinks he can do for my career. Corporate sales, fancy corporations that have money, I mean. This could be my big break. My dream.”
Mac didn’t say anything for a moment. “So you’re going out to Philly with this guy?”
She couldn’t gauge his tone, but he sounded less than happy for her. “Mac?”
“Sorry, I just… It’s a surprise. I’m happy for you, Maggie.” He stood up and took her in his arms.
She hugged him back. “I’ve been dreaming about being a real artist forever. I mean, I know I’m real, but to make a living doing it would be fantastic. Kim says that Evan’s legitimate. But that I should have a lawyer look over contractual stipulations, which I will. She gave me a contact to talk to. But Mac, he wants to buy my work. To sell to other people!”
He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “When did you get the news?”
Uh oh. “A few days ago.”
He frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know. It didn’t feel real. I mean, the guy could renege. He could be some lecher who just wants to get in my pants.” When he opened his mouth to retort, she stopped him. “But he’s not. I didn’t just go off Kim’s word. I inquired online and spoke to a few friends in the art world, some prominent instructors who’ve heard of him. I mean, it’s commercial, but it’s my art. More than selling to galleries but to big firms who pay big money. I’m so excited.”
“Excited, yet you didn’t want to tell me because…? Tell the truth, Maggie.”
She sighed. “Because I didn’t want to be a failure if it turned out he was pulling my leg. Aren’t you happy for me?”
“Yeah, I guess. Hell, I’m sorry. I just… I’ll miss you when you go. That’s all.”
A huge admission, and his honesty eased the pain that he might not support her. “I’ll miss you too. I don’t think I’ll be back for New Years.” She took a leap. “But do you think you could fly out there to be with me? It would mean a lot. I know it’s last minute and won’t be cheap, but I’d like you to be there if you can come.”