Page 17 of His Wife

Chapter 5

The dinner went nicely, with a delicious meal and plenty of wine. Afterwards, Megan slipped off to the bar to switch from wine to a mixed drink. She carried her tumbler full of vodka and cranberry back to her room with the hope of changing into a swimsuit and slipping into the hot tub for just a moment.

She was grateful that her room was on a different floor from the rest of the group, but realized that did defeat part of the purpose of the retreat. Slipping into a modest cobalt blue bikini, she threw a sundress on top. The vodka and cranberry were gone by the time she got back downstairs, and she stopped at the bar for a refill before heading out to the back patio.

The group seemed to have disappeared, and she sighed with relief. Slipping into the hot-tub, she lay her head back. With her sandals and sundress discarded, she wiggled her red-painted toes in the warm water and slid beneath the surface. Her blonde hair was still tidy in its perfect French twist, and she let the warm water absorb her tired body. Her drink seemed extra crisp as the cold liquid flowed through her.

Just as she laid her head back against the edge of the hot tub, she thought she heard rustling behind her. Since it was a public area at a public hotel, she did not think much of it other than being disappointed at losing her privacy.

“Howdy, Boss…” the deep voice rumbled.

Megan looked up to see Mac entering the water. He was wearing nothing but swim trunks, and all of the assumptions she had made about his physique appeared to be true. His broad shoulders accentuated his flat, hard pecs and bulging biceps, but it all narrowed to the perfect ‘V’ shape as his body disappeared underneath the waistband of his swimsuit. He settled his large frame opposite her and stretched out his long arms against the tiled edge of the hot tub.

As she watched, she was acutely aware that his eyes were watching the swells of her breasts bobbing in the bubbling water. She took a long sip from her tumbler and tried to regard him with a cool expression despite the heat that was growing between her thighs.

“Nice hotel,” he commented, dragging his gaze away from her body.

“It had good reviews,” she replied dismissively.

“Your room is the best though.”

Megan raised one eyebrow at him. “But of course.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Guess it’s good to be the boss.”

She looked away from his intense stare.

“So… how long have you been sleeping with your VP?” he tried to sound casual but it did not work.

“Excuse me?”

“Hey, my job is to notice things. And I noticed.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“Actually it is. It could be considered a security risk.” He was reaching and they both knew it.

“It’s not. Anything about the business that I would know, he already knows.”

Mac had been slowly moving towards her as she looked anywhere but at him. He settled within a foot of her and she looked surprised when she realized that fact.

“Matthew is not a security risk,” she repeated.

“Oh but compromising situations can be.” He spoke low so that she could barely hear.

Megan was intensely aware of his proximity. She willed her body to calm down. With his eyes glued to her face, she was certain he could see the flush on her cheeks and the pulse pounding in her throat. She could smell the musky scent of his cologne, and it was tickling her bloodstream with promises.

He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Compromising like this.”

His breath was warm against her skin and she shivered despite the warm water around them. His arm was stretched behind her and she had an overwhelming urge to retreat into his solid frame. Even sitting, he was several inches taller than she was, not to mention the pounds he had on her. Megan turned her smooth face up and blinked through thick dark lashes.

Mac could feel his cock twitching wildly inside his swimsuit and prayed that the bubbles would hide any swelling. Her powdery fragrance was teasing him, and the sight of her firm breasts floating at the water’s surface was absolute torment. If she was not his boss, if she was just some restaurant hostess, he would be buried balls-deep in her right there in the hot tub.

When he studied her bright green eyes, he expected to find irritation or annoyance or even repulsion, but instead he saw the one emotion that was a danger to them both. Desire.

Her face was creamy and smooth, and her skin looked like silk. Her full pink lips were made for actions that she had probably never even dreamed of. There was almost an innocence in her look, as though the entire scenario was brand-new to her. Mac found himself torn between wanting to protect that innocence and wanting to lay waste to it.

Megan stared up at him silently, waiting for something that neither of them could identify. His eyes were so dark she could not read anything in them. Her confusion was laid to rest when he claimed her mouth with his own. For a moment she pushed her arms against him; a feeble attempt to protest.

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