Page 153 of The Chance

Chuckling, I shake my head. “Not that, Vida. We have to leave for this one.”

It’s something that I’d nearly forgotten about doing for him considering it was while Mac was on his European tour.

But when Peach called to tell me he’d finished working the piece I’d asked him to complete when they got back, my stomach rolled with nerves.

I think he’ll like what I did.

Though I can’t help but feel that I possibly overstepped.

Only one way to find out.

“Leave? Why would weleave?” He reaches for me, snagging my hips before I can deflect him, and pulls me into his lap.

Straddling his hips, hands on my waist, Mac leans in and slants his lips over mine.

I give in easily, opening up to him and letting each swipe of his tongue ease the nerves twisting my gut.

“I can still taste my cum on your lips,” he nearly growls, my snicker getting cut off by him diving back in to lick and taste.

It’s easy to get lost in the remnants of a sexy shower where I knelt for him, swallowed his dick, andfinallygot my fill of his salty-sweet flavor. Especially when my embarrassment of a gag reflex turned out to be hot as shit to him.

Gag on my cock, baby, he’d said.

And boy, did I.

“Vida,” I rumble, fighting against the magnetic pull of him, only to lose and dive in for three more kisses to his swollen lips.

God, I’ll never tire of kissing him.

“Tyro,” he mumbles back and trails his lips down my jaw to my neck.

Pure strength of will is the only thing that peels me away from him, leaving puckered lips hanging in midair, as I climb off the bed.

“If you keep doing that, we’ll never see sunlight again.”

He snorts and presses a palm to his tented crotch. “I could live with that.”

I feel the heat of his gaze follow me as I drop the sweats and replace them with jeans.

“Were those my underwear?”

Grinning, I thumb the elastic waistband up enough to peek out over the denim. Just enough of a flash of color to tease him.

“Goddamn you,” he mumbles and darts up from the bed, grabbing me from behind and pressing kisses to the back of my neck.

Then he snags the waistband of both layers, yanks them down to slap my bare ass, and pats them right back into place.

My snicker is breathy and wanton.

Jesus, what has he done to me?

I feel like I’m ten years younger and falling in love all over again for the first time. Shit, most days I feel like I’m discovering sex with someone I care about all over again for the first time, and in some ways I am, but there’s just something about this thing with Mac that is nothing like what I’ve known.

Hell, it’s better than fiction.

“C’mon, Vida,” I say with a smile that catches his eye once he’s dressed, and hold out my hand.

He takes it, holding tight all the way through my empty gym, past Lemon at the front desk who catcalls us sexy daddies as we pass. Mac laughs and waves. I roll my eyes the rest of the way to the car.

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