Page 66 of Long Shot

Taylor pulled a string and turned on an art deco lamp overhead. “There are masks down here if you’d like to obscure your identity.”

“Do you usually wear one?” Mac eyed the wall of disguises. Simple masquerade masks hung next to leather face coverings. Mac’s breathing grew ragged as she tried to decide.

Taylor pursed her lips. “Not usually, I like being myself. And more importantly, I like when you can see me come.” She planted a gentle kiss on Mac’s cheek.

Mac nodded, suddenly confident. “No mask it is.”

With a smile, Taylor turned toward the stairs and let her hand glide along the railing. As she took each step, her hips swayed from left to right. The bottom hem of her dress swished around her legs.

Mac’s center ached for her. Just the sight of her ass made her entire body tingle with anticipation. Taylor climbed the steps effortlessly.

At the top of the stairs, Taylor stopped and looked down at Mac. “Are you sure?”

Mac nodded, liking how it felt to have Taylor tower over her like this. “Yeah. Are you?”

“Absolutely.” Taylor pushed open an oak door, letting a cacophony of whimpers and moans leak into the stairwell. Mac’s heart raced in her chest, immediately aroused by the noise. It was a shock she hadn’t heard any of this from downstairs.

Up here, it was safe to look – wherever you wanted. Mac’s eyes bounced across the room. One woman laid on her back.Between her legs, another sapphic thrust a strapon inside of her while another lowered their center onto her face.

Mac turned at the loudcrackof a whip from another room. Under a red light, a gorgeous red head was strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross as a leather-clad figure strutted around her. In the corner, a woman held a vibrator to her clit as she watched.

Taylor reached her hand behind her, for Mac to grab. Their fingers interlaced as Taylor led her to a quieter section of the second floor.

“How have you not gotten noise complaints?” Mac shook her head as she tried to process all that she was seeing. All she could think about was her clit throbbing between her legs.

Taylor wrapped her arms around Mac’s neck, leaning in and hovering just a few inches from Mackenzie’s lips. “That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

Mac shook her head, swallowing hard. “Well, not entirely.”

Looking around, Taylor smiled. “Do you mind if I get comfortable?”

Mac shook her head more vigorously than she meant to. Right there – in the center of the room – Taylor stripped off her dress. She let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it once it fell.

“Wow.” Mac’s jaw dropped. She wore a mesh, strapless teddy underneath.

Taylor tucked a curl behind her ear. “You like it?”

Mac nodded. “You’re stunning.” As she spoke, an onlooker from the main room peeked inside. Taylor looked over her shoulder at their guest and waved.

Without another word, Taylor put her hands on Mac’s shoulder and shoved her down onto the leather bench at the center of the room. Compared to the other spaces, this room was pretty tame. There was a wall of sex toys, a bench in the middle, and some sexy instrumental music playing in the background.

Mac moaned as her back thudded against the leather.

Looking down at Mac, Taylor bit her lip. “Do you like that someone can see us?” She towered over Mac, desire filling her eyes.

“It’s about time someone did.” Mac licked her lips, grabbing Taylor’s exposed thighs and pulled her down. Taylor followed Mac’s direction and straddled her. After a moment, the woman standing in the threshold went along her way.

But Mac and Taylor hardly noticed. Taylor’s hand worked down Mac’s buttoned shirt. With each one, Taylor peeled back the white fabric to reveal more of Mac’s skin. A Calvin Klein, heather-gray bra held up Mac’s breasts.

Taylor licked Mac’s chest. “I like that.”

Mac smirked, pulling Taylor’s chin toward her own lips. “Good, it’s all for you.”

In one swift motion, Taylor peeled off Mac’s shirt and tossed it onto the ground next to her dress. As she did, Mac reached around Taylor’s back and unclasped her lingerie.

“I’m surprised you want this off so quickly.” Taylor laughed as she lifted herself off of Mac’s warm center.

Mac watched her hands slip the piece off. “Well, if you’re here to be seen, we should let them really seeallof you.”

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