Page 18 of Knocked Up by my Rival

“Yeah, come here to drink my whiskey and then piss off again,” Scott said dryly.

I laughed. “I’ll see you later.”

I arrived home, put on jogging clothes, and headed out onto the streets. When my mind wouldn’t leave me alone or I had something tough to work through, the only thing that worked was going for a long run. I could do a couple of miles without even breaking a sweat—it was my go-to, and I ran almost every day if I could make the time.

My feet beat a tattoo on the tarmac, and LA rose and swelled around me, teeming with life and possibility, job opportunities, and money to be made.

Fuck, I love living here.

When I got home, my mind was full of Mackenzie despite my run. Damn it, I’d run to get rid of her. I was hot and sweaty and my muscles trembled with the effort I’d made, pushing myself harder and faster, and here we were, right where I’d started.

I didn’t want to think about her, but I couldn’t help myself. She’d looked so fucking stunning in that pants-suit she wore, the large collar, the buttons that disappeared into the waistcoat, leaving just enough to the imagination that my cock twitched thinking about it.

Find someone else to fuck so you can get this woman out of your system.

That was good advice. Maybe I just needed a release, and it had nothing to do with Mackenzie; it was just that I needed a place to put my dick.

I walked to the master bedroom and into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped my clothes and got in under the hot spray, letting it wash away the sticky sweat.

Mackenzie filled my thoughts. Her feisty attitude in my office had been such a turn-on. My cock grew hard thinking about it. She’d walked in there, demanding and challenging and confident, and I’d wanted to push her onto my desk and fuck her.

The hot water and my hard cock only increased how horny I was, and I groaned. I palmed my flesh, thick in my hand and leaned my other hand against the tiles. I closed my eyes, the hot water pouring over me as I envisioned Mackenzie in my office, that mouth set and determined, her eyes flashing.

I ripped open that shirt-waistcoat combo to show her perfect breasts in her lace bra. Her nipples were hard, poking against the material, and I ran my thumb over one. I envisioned the sound of her moan, just as she’d sounded when I brought her back here.

I pumped my hand up and down my cock, faster and faster, and in my mind, I spun Mackenzie around so her back was to my chest, reaching around her. One hand reached around to cup her breast, pulling down the cup of her bra so I could tweak her erect nipple. The other hand, I pushed into her pants, my fingers in her slit. She was so fucking wet. I grinded my cock against her ass, and she gasped. I loved the sounds she made when we fucked.

I pushed her forward and pulled her pants over her ass, taking the G-string down with them. She leaned on my desk, her perfect ass pointed at me, and my cock found her entrance.

I gritted my teeth and tugged at my cock, pumping my hand faster and faster while I imagined pounding into her, fucking her from behind so that she cried out.

My cock grew thicker and harder and my balls tightened. I groaned and let out a sharp cry as thick ropes of pleasure squirted out, falling to the ground, and it washed away with the water that swirled down the drain. I breathed hard, shuddering through the intense orgasm before I let go of my cock and straightened.

Fuck, I had to get Mackenzie off my mind if I was going to work with her. Scott had been right, I had to find someone else who could distract me, but the idea of finding another warm body to fuck left a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted Mackenzie, not some other random woman.

I wanted the one I wasn’t supposed to have.

Shit.

I didn’t feel like going out there and finding someone else, so I was just going to have to control myself. I could do that, right? It wasn’t like I couldn’t hold back. Iwantedto fuck her over my desk, or on the couch, or in my bed, or wherever worked, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t hold back.

I would just have to keep it together while I was with her.

She was the enemy, I reminded myself. She could take away the contract I wanted so badly.

Yeah, that worked. If I thought about how much I could lose when I loved to win, that changed everything. I just had to ignore how incredibly attractive she was and focus on what my goal was—to win.

That would be fine. I just had to see her as someone I was going to beat, not think about sex, just work.

Work with a woman I couldn’t resist.

Work with a woman I wanted to fuck again.

And again and again and again.

Damn it, this was going to be hard.

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