Page 25 of The Games We Play
I met his gaze with a smirk. “Why would I be nervous aroundyou?”
Mac scoffed, his fingers falling away as he straightened to his full height. He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek, exhaling like I wasexhaustinghim.
“You love to play these games…” His voice was rough, edged with something dangerous.
“Hmm?” I tilted my head, feigning innocence, bringing my manicured hand up to inspect my nails. “Whatever do you mean?”
His eyes darkened.
In one swift motion, Mac picked me up, lifting me right out of the desk chair.
I gasped, clinging to his shoulders as a giggle slipped past my lips.
With purpose, he carried me toward the exact spot he’d meticulously cleared off while I was on the phone.
A man on a mission.
I had a feeling I knew exactly what he had in mind.
“You pretend to be unaffected, but I know it’s a lie,” Mac murmured against my neck, his warm breath tickling the sensitive skin.
A shiver ran down my spine.
“I know your body, Pen. I see how you respond to me. The way your skin blushes… right… here.” The tip of his finger danced across the swell of my chest, goosebumps forming in its wake.
My hand slid to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.
His lips found the spot he knew drove me crazy, kissing and nibbling with slow, torturous precision. Two months into whatever this was, and he already knew my body better than I had in twenty-six years.
“I’m not affected by you,” I whispered, a small smile tugging at my lips even though he couldn’t see it. “You can keep thinking I am, whatever makes you sleep at night.”
His mouth curved against my skin, his hands gripping my waist.
“Tsk, tsk…” He ran his tongue along the shell of my ear before pressing a lingering kiss to my jaw. “We both know you just can’t control it.”
He was right.
My body reacted the second I saw him in a room. My pulse spiked, anticipation coiling tight, my every thought consumed with getting him alone.
But it wasn’t just this—wasn’t just the heat and the tension.
Mac made me laugh, too. He was playful, sharp-witted, the perfect match for my own chaotic energy.
That’s what made this dangerous.
My palm pressed against his chest, pushing him back slightly. His gaze snapped up, locking onto mine, heat flashing in his dark eyes.
I licked my lips, and his smile turned downright wicked.
In one smooth motion, I hopped down from my desk, my body pressing flush against his. I had to stop this before it went too far, not here.
“You wanna see just how much Icancontrol it?” I teased, my voice low, taunting.
Mac’s jaw ticked as he glanced down, right to the strain in his jeans.
“If I’m being honest?” His voice was rough, edged with need. “No.”
I laughed—a real, head-tilting-back kind of laugh.
