Page 19 of The One With The Secret Crushes

My dreams were filled with Mackenzie, which was a blessing and a curse. I relived that kiss a dozen times but each time it evolved into more. Her legs around my waist, her back to the door, or us kissing our way up the stairs and into my bed. I woke up so hard it hurt and no amount of willing it away worked.

It reached the point where I worried it was becoming a medical emergency when I took myself in hand and worked through those fantasies one at a time. My hand was a sad, sad stand in for Mackenzie and one orgasm barely took the edge off, so I walked my ass into a freezing shower and then checked on my yogurt. It took for fucking ever to make yogurt, but it was so much better than store bought and I didn't half-ass food.

The yogurt was fine. The fruit compote cooled nicely. My granola was still there. For some reason I felt the need to confirm it hadn't been carted off by rabid raccoons who somehow fought their way into my house.

And yet my dick still pointed towards Mackenzie like a fucking compass. This was going to be a real serious issue if I couldn't get this under control.

The problem was that I kissed her. Up until that point everything was theoretical. Iwantedher, but that wanting was nicely caged away with careful restraint and a lack of carnal knowledge. But now I knew how she melted, how she tasted after eating my cooking, how she shivered when my lips touched hers.

Which was why I spent most of the night jerking off like a teenager until I was exhausted and finally fell into a dreamless sleep for approximately two hours. When my alarm went off I moved on autopilot, making coffee, prepping her breakfast, getting dressed, and double checking my invoice for pickup later today.

I only found relief when I pulled up to the Lost Creek Cabin offices and only Mackenzie's car was parked outside.

Thank you Joanne.Her chronic lateness to absolutely everything was my salvation. "I have a breakfast delivery for one Mackenzie Howard."

I loved watching her fight that delighted grin. "Well good morning Scott. Fancy meeting you here."

I had a stupid fucking grin on my stupid fucking face and if anyone saw me they would have thought I'd gone feral. It was all wrong but so right. "How did you sleep?"

Her little shrug told me she slept as well as I did. "Fine."

I set my box on her desk and started laying out the dishes. "Well I slept like shit because I was all alone."

"You sleep alone normally, don't you?"

"Every miserable night." I let myself drink her in as she opened the lids on each of the containers. She tamed her hair in a low bun which I loved and hated. I liked her hair, but I also liked the idea of fisting that bun and holding her mouth right where I wanted it. She wore a soft, loose sweater that revealed nothing and yet I could still feel those curves pressed against me.

"This looks amazing. You're joining me, right?" She handed me one of the three bowls I packed.

"If you want me to."

"I insist."

I took the bowl. She dished my homemade yogurt into hers and topped it with a shocking amount of fruit compote—high school Mackenzie would never—and a generous helping of granola. She waited until I had my bowl and then we took seats by the large window that overlooked the stream that ran beside the offices.

Then I waited. Making food for people was my way of showing my love, but I was also selfish. Watching that first bite, drinking in their reaction, was where I got my hit of dopamine.

Mackenzie filled her spoon and popped it into her mouth. She blinked, her eyes rounded, and then they fluttered shut and she sighed.

Hellfuckingyeah.

"Scott, this is the best yogurt I've ever tasted. What brand is this? I need to stock my fridge immediately. You asked if you could get me something in the city. Well this is it. I need a fridge full of whatever this is."

I took my own bite and carefully chewed the granola while she babbled through bite after bite until her bowl was empty and sat back with her hands on her belly and a very satisfied smile on her lips.

"Damn that was good."

Not half as good as the show she just put on for me. I finished my bowl and stacked it with hers. "I'm glad you liked it. Would Joanne like the rest?"

Mackenzie shot to her feet. "This is all mine." She slapped the lids back on and stacked them with the unused bowl. "I'm hiding this in the back of the fridge."

That was almost as sexy as her smile.Down boy. Not now."I'll make you more then."

She paused, her ass in the air as she hid away her treasures in the refrigerator. Then she turned, eyes narrowed as she looked at the Pyrex full of yogurt. "You made this yourself, didn't you?"

I shrugged. I would make her just about anything if I got this reaction every time.

"You're so over the top." She shoved it to the back and closed the fridge. "You know they stock tons of yogurt at the grocery store. Any of that would have been fine."

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