Page 58 of Anchor Point

I blushed to the roots of my hair. “You know what he meant.”

“But I need to hear you tell me.”

I swallowed my pride and admitted, “Things weren’t that great between us in the bedroom. I always had trouble… getting ready, physically.”

“Tell me more about you having trouble ‘getting ready.’ You mean you couldn’t get wet?”

I was going to die of embarrassment. I pulled the blanket from the back of the couch and covered my face. For being such a badass lady boss, I was a coward when it came to the personal stuff. “Pretty much.”

“Did you use lube?”

God, this was mortifying. “Not at first. We’d try… I’d try to be sensual and in the moment, but the harder I tried, the more embarrassed I’d get. Sometimes he’d get impatient and lick his fingers to have enough lubrication.”

“What about other times? What happened then?”

“I eventually got some lube and he’d use it. He always grumbled about the fact that we needed it.”

Mac rewarded my honesty by squeezing my feet. “Look at me, Livvie.”

I flipped the blanket off my face and found Mac’s heated eye on me. Watching him watch me was a total turn-on.

“That says more about him than it does about you. It means he wasn’t doing something right.”

“If you say so.” I closed my eyes, trying to avoid this turn of the conversation.

“I’m right, and I know I’m right. And I’ll tell you how I know.” His long fingers ran up to my knee and back down. “See, if he was paying attention to you, taking his time with you, he’d know what gets you there. When you’re in the zone, like you are now.” His fingers inched up over my knee to my thighs. I sucked in a breath and held it, because his hands on me felt so damn good, and I was afraid that any little movement would make him stop.

“Poor Olivia,” he teased. His sexy voice doing ridiculous things to my insides. “So touch deprived, even the thought of my fingers slipping higher, under that sexy, tight skirt, is driving you wild.”

He was so right. I barely kept from squirming under his touch, imagining how it might feel to have his hands on more of me. The man was a damn sorcerer, and he knew it.

“Just like now, you’re holding your breath, enjoying every minute of this and praying that I won’t stop. Look at you, breathing hard. Trying not to move. Afraid one tiny flinch will make me stop.”

A long, slow sweep down to my knee, and an equally slow sweep up, this time inching under my skirt, his hands splayed wide, grazing my sensitive inner thighs.

“Breathe, Liv.” His voice was ragged, as if this slow seduction was as torturous to him as it was to me. Still, I sucked in a ragged breath and blew it out slowly.

“That’s my girl. Just like that.”

On his next sweep down, I shifted my legs apart, inviting him to explore further. My foot grazed his crotch, drawing a hum of approval.

Eager to feel more, to be closer, I inched down the couch, my skirt riding up my thighs. The slide of the silk liner added to the dreamlike state Mac had me in.

“Look at you.” His words came on a breath, low and seductive. As if he were talking to himself. “You are still the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. And with you here, so soft and ready. Makes me want to worship you.”

Emboldened by the desire in his voice, I pressed my foot to the solid length behind his zipper and gently rubbed, making sure I gave him the same pressure he was giving me. Mac made me feel sensual, adored… wanted. Taking his time to explore and, just as he said, to worship.

This time when his hands slipped up my legs, he didn’t stop. The heat of them slid all the way up my thighs to the crease of my hips. The tips of his fingers flirted with the seam of my panties, his thumbs inches away from my aching core. I rocked my hips, seeking his touch. Delicious desire unfurling low in my belly.

Marveling at how turned on I was, I let myself sink into the moment. Into being free and open and willing. I was a goddess under this man’s hands.

“You’ve always been so beautiful. I love seeing you like this. Hot and needy. Ready for my touch.” His fingertips traced the line of my panties where they met my leg.

“You want me to touch you here, baby?”

I rocked my hips again in answer. Unable to speak, unable to think beyond what he was doing to me.

And then he gave me just what I needed. Shifted so that his lips met my inner thigh as he pressed a finger over my core.

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