Page 94 of Protecting What's Mine
“What more is there?” She ended on a cry as her body balanced on the precipice. The abyss. All she had to do was fall. But…
Linc’s finger found her ass, slipped into the cleft, and pressed against her.
“No one’s ever made me want like this before,” he ground out.
“God,” she hissed.
“Hang on to me, Dreamy. I’ve got you.”
His finger slid into her at the same time as a particularly masterful thrust grazed some pleasure button deep inside her. His tongue laved her nipple.
They both exploded together.
He went rigid under her, teeth gritted, jaw clenched, pouring himself into the condom while Mack closed around him like a fist. And they came like that, rocking and shuddering, trembling as their releases ripped through their bodies, decimating them.
30
Mack whistled as she let herself in through the back door of the clinic.
She was early. The first one to arrive, which was fine with her. She dropped the skinny vanilla latte and the Earl Grey with extra cream at the front desk for Tuesday and Freida. The cappuccino went on Russell’s organized desk.
She took her own green tea into her office and flicked on the lights.
Since she was alone, she cranked the volume on the elderly computer speakers and played the song she’d woken up with in her head.
Warbling along with Freddie Mercury to “Somebody to Love,” she collapsed into the chair, delighted at the variety of sore muscles making themselves known to her.
She’d had sex. Amazing sex. With a guy she really liked. And she’d woken up, crammed into her own bed on filthy ash-streaked sheets, between man and dog. They’d worked out together. Weights, push-ups, sit-ups. And over breakfast, Linc had filled her in on the call last night.
It felt…nice. She felthappy. The slate had been cleared. The playing field was even.
Linc knew she wasn’t looking for permanent. She knew he was. They were at cross-purposes and honest about it. They could make this work. Whatever this was.
Of course, she was going to have to be careful to keep her distance. She definitely couldn’t see him two nights in a row. That would send the wrong message. Stay in control, and everyone could have a good time.
It was going to be a very good day.
The chair had feelings about her positivity. It tipped abruptly. There was no time to catch herself as she pitched backward, her feet flipping up over her head as she and the chair landed hard.
She stared up at her walking boot and ceiling. And started to laugh.
They found her like that.
“Is she drunk?” Freida asked from the doorway.
“The beverages. The music. The laughing. She’s not drunk,” Tuesday insisted. “Dr. Mack got laid.”
“Up we go,” Russell said, pulling Mack to her feet.
She stumbled over her walking boot. “I swear I’m not drunk.”
“Look at her face,” Tuesday said in a gleeful mock whisper. “She’s so smug and satisfied. So dewy.”
“Had to be Chief Reed,” Freida predicted. “Nice to know you two made up.”
“Good for you,” Russell said, beaming at her.
“I’m very uncomfortable right now,” Mack said.
