Page 51 of The Facilitator: Part 2
“I like smelling of you,” Ireplied.
I was rewarded with a kiss to the side of my neck. Further kisses followed. Mackenzie gently pulled the collar of the shirt away so he could access moreskin.
“You de-stress me,” hewhispered.
I reached up to undo the buttons on the shirt and it fell open. He cupped both breasts with his palms while he kissed my throat. I could feel his hard cock brush against my stomach. I reached down and gripped it gently. As he kissed me, his hands teased my nipples into rigidity; I slid mine up and down his cock. I could feel the wetness at the tip catch on mythumb.
I felt his moan against the skin of my neck. I wrapped my free hand around the back of his neck and gripped the base of his hair. I pulled his headaway.
“Let mede-stressyou,” I said. He laughed as he placed his hands on the countertopbehind.
While he leaned back, I massaged his cock. He closed his eyes and as much as I wanted to kiss the smirk from his lips, I didn’t. Instead I ran my tongue over his throat, kissed and nipped his skin down to one nipple. I took it in my mouth and gently closed my teeth around the erect bud. I slid my hand faster up and down his silky shaft, catching more droplets of cum on my thumb. I could see his chest rise and fall as his breathing sped up. His hands gripped the countertop tighter and he parted hislips.
I nipped at the skin between each nipple, teasing one, then the other, with my tongue. The tension across his chest had me believe he liked that. I was guilty of not paying enough attention to other parts of his body. For as long as it took for his arousal to escalate, I rectifiedthat.
As he was about to come, he opened his eyes. He reached out and pulled my face towards him and then he kissed me. His cum spurted over my hand; it smeared between us as I let go of him to wrap my arms around his neck. His kiss was deep; it reminded me of the kiss he’d given me in my apartment when he’d dropped off wine as an apology. It seemed a lifetime ago, but he claimed me again in the same way he had then. The kiss had my legsshaking.
“I think I needed that,” he whispered, as he rested his forehead against mine. “And I think you have marked my skin, Miss Perry.” There was a stern tone to his voice. I raised my eyebrows inchallenge.
“Well, Mr. Miller, I wonder what you intend to do aboutthat?”
Mackenzie turned me around. He marched me to the breakfast bar and pushed between my shoulder blades. He stepped to one side and I immediately sucked in a breath. The spank to my bare backside had my clitoris throb immediately. I laughed, parting my legs and pulling at the shirt to raise it somemore.
“Not enough for you?” hewhispered.
“No.”
He spanked the other cheek and I moaned in response. He ran his fingers underneath to find my wet opening; he dragged some of that wetness to my arse. While he spanked one cheek, then the other, he inserted his finger, knuckle deep to a place I was very much beginning to enjoy. He teased my clitoris, and he fingered my arse. It didn’t take long for my orgasm to have me cryingout.
* * *
The following morninga representative from Aston Martin arrived to collect the damaged car. Mackenzie had reminded me he needed to leave early, and would I mind holding back to give him thekeys.
“Someone not happy with you?” he asked, as he inspected thescratch.
“Some prick in a car park, a car door I imagine,” Ireplied.
“That’s not a car door. Someone has deliberately keyed this motor. Anyway, I’ll get it back to the factory, and once it’s been checked over properly, we’ll call Mr.Miller.”
I watched him back the vehicle from the garage and driveoff.
I walked back into the house to gather my bag and coat. While I travelled in the back of a Mercedes to work, all I could think about was someone deliberately damaging Mackenzie’s car, and someone sitting on a dividing wall about to jump into our garden. Could it be one and same person? I didn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill, but it did seem a little coincidental. Then I had to remind myself, one happened an hour away, along the coast, the other in London. I was being daft. There was no connection atall.
Or wasthere?
I gave Mackenzie the morning to deal with his meeting and then textedhim.
Did you call the alarmcompany?
I did, they will add extra CCTV to therear.
That satisfied me, mildly. We were heading to American in a couple of days, and although Kerry, the housekeeper, was at the house three times each week, I was anxious about leaving the property empty. Kerry had offered to sleep over, but I was concerned for her. She was a slight woman; no way capable of fighting off an intruder should she encounterone.
Did the policecall?
They won’t be interested, Lauren. I’ll be back in the office in an hour, speakthen?
No matter where he was, he would always take the time to reply. Even if it was to tell me he couldn’t speak, and I appreciated that from him. I didn’t deliberately message him while he was in meetings; I just never really knew hisschedule.
