Accidental Tryst Page 12

  The room was more spacious than a typical hotel room. A large bed dressed in white with pale green accents was positioned against a large wall to the right. She noticed Mac’s carry-on roller bag in the corner. Her gaze scanned the room and landed on the table in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. There, rested a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket and a plate of cheese, sausages, bread, and fruit.

  “You can leave your bag on the chair,” Mac said as he casually walked to the table and poured two glasses of champagne. He handed one to her and clinked her glass.

  “Cheers.”

  They both sipped the bubbly wine. It felt so good going down. Angie had an anxiousness inside, like she was on a job interview for a really great job with her potential, uber-masculine boss, and she didn’t want to blow it.

  He spoke first. “I’m Steven MacKey, but you can call me Mac.” He offered his hand.

  She took it and replied, “Angie. Good to meet you.”

  He held onto her hand and cocked his head. “Your parents named you Angie?”

  She smiled. She had to admit—she loved this game. She gently shook her head. “Angelique. After my great grandmother. She was French.”

  He lifted her hand to his mouth. He ever so slowly kissed her knuckles while keeping his eyes trained on hers. “Angelique,” he whispered.

  Oh shit! She licked her lips, and felt the moisture begin to pool at the apex of her thighs.

  He released her hand, and it was like the spell was broken. She breathed again.

  “Care for a little something to eat?” He motioned to the plate. “I thought you might be hungry.”

  She reached for a bite of summer sausage, cheese, and bread. “Yes. Thank you. I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

  His face stayed neutral, but his eyes blazed heat. “I watched you in the bar downstairs. I saw you drinking wine, but you had no food,” he said casually.

  Her lips parted. He’d watched her. She nodded slowly and bit into the cheese. Mac popped a piece of meat into his mouth, followed by a chunk of cheese.

  “What else did you see?”

  His nostrils flared. “Well, Angelique, I saw a handsome man hit on you. He looked very much like he wanted to take you home and fuck you.”

  Her breath audibly hitched. Those were words Mac rarely used, and it surprised her how much she liked hearing them. At least her body did. The ache in her nether region escalated.

  He had a look to him that oozed power and control. A side of him that in twenty years, Angie had rarely witnessed. Was this why he was so successful at work?

  Angie decided on a nonchalant response. She reached for a piece of fruit, shrugged, and rounded the table to look out the window. “I suppose he did.” She glanced over her shoulder at him, then turned back toward the window and the lights of downtown Dallas, with no real clue as to what she was viewing. Her mind couldn’t keep up when her body had so many wonderful ideas of its own. She sipped on her champagne, refraining from gulping the entire contents down.

  “I see,” Mac said as he strode up behind her. “But you’re here now.”

  “It would appear so,” she nonchalantly agreed.

  “And you know what that means?” He didn’t wait for a response. He grabbed her hips, pulled her back, and pressed her into his growing arousal. “It means I get to fuck you,” he whispered low in her ear.

  A shiver ripped through her, and she may have moaned. She couldn’t be sure because with a fistful of hair, he gave a little tug, pulling her head to the side, exposing her neck. He brought his mouth down to her sensitive skin and laid kisses on her throat. Warmth rocketed through her body. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good. And yet, jubilation filled her to the core.

  She shifted her legs closer together, pressing against the ache at her sex.

  “Angelique, finish your wine and hand me the glass,” he breathed behind her ear.

  She did as she was told—handed him her glass, but didn’t turn around. He set her glass on the table and returned his attention to her.

  “I want to see the gorgeous body you have hiding under this dress. Tantalizing me,” he spoke with a rasp in his voice as he slowly lowered her dress zipper down her back.

  The compliments. God, how she loved to hear the compliments from Mac. Never before had she realized she wanted them—needed them—so much.

  He slid the dress off her shoulders, but it couldn’t go farther. It clung to her hips.

  Mac’s fingertips swept up her back in a teasing manner. The room fell silent, with only the sound of their breathing. She wondered what he was thinking. Maybe he recognized that she wore new lingerie. It would be her secret that this was the set she’d purchased online about eight years prior. Now he got to see it.

  She prayed he would do something soon or else she might explode.

  “This is a pretty black and red bra, Angelique. Makes me think of fire. Fire that I suspect you have deep inside you.” His hands came across her torso, pulling her flush to his front, and making their way up to cup her breasts.

  She let her head lull back against his shoulder.

  He yanked the lace down over her breasts, and instantly toyed and tugged at her nipples. The throbbing at her sex was excruciating now. If anyone could see them through the window, she had too much lust and passion coursing through her to give a damn. She was seeing a side of Mac she hadn’t ever seen. And she loved it.

  “I could take you like this, right now. Push you up against this window and take you from behind. Something tells me you’d like that,” he said in her ear.

  “Yes, please,” she whimpered.

  “Turn around. I’m taking off that sexy dress.”

  She pivoted on her heels to face him. He grabbed two handfuls of dress and commanded, “Down on your knees.”

  Her eyes widened briefly before she did as he bid. Bracing one hand on the glass, she lowered herself while Mac pulled the dress up and over her head. He threw it to a chair.

  Mac then began to work his belt and pants zipper. He pushed down the fabric enough to free his erection. Her sight moved back and forth, from his eyes to his cock. He was so gloriously hard. Hard for her.

  He wrapped a hand around his cock and stroked it several times. She licked her lips in anticipation.

  “You have me so hot, I’m going to need some relief, Angelique. Do you think you’re up for the task?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Hands on my thighs and open that remarkable mouth of yours.”

  As she placed her hands flat on his legs for support, he cupped the back of her neck and brought her to within an inch of his cock. Using his fist, he glided the tip over her lipstick-red lips before feeding it all the way in.

  He groaned.

  Mac was dominating her; she was his submissive. They had never played these kinds of games before. Her panties were soaked by his words, his commands, his touch. She couldn’t get enough.

  She rewarded him with her mouth—taking him as far as she could and sucking on the way up.

  After several strokes, he said, “Sweet Jesus. Woman, you are going to make me come.” He pumped into her mouth several more times before he stopped.

  She peered up at him, questioning. The residue of red lipstick coating him.

  “That’s all for now. Stand up and go lie down on the bed.”

  She rose and went to lay across the bed, wearing only a necklace, her bra, panties, and heels. Mac stripped, and laid his jacket and tie over the chair. He prowled closer, his gaze trained on her.

  His physique was incredible for a forty-six year old man. Strength and muscle and power. He maintained his body, and she took her fill of the beautiful sight.

  “I’m going to taste you—from head to toe.”

  Yes, please.

  He straddled her, bracing his hands on the bed, he leaned down and captured her mouth. His tongue stroked hers, tangled and played, and took her deep. She moaned through the passionate kiss and wrapped her arms around his nec
k.

  He broke the kiss and whispered against her lips, “Arch your back.”

  She lifted her back off the bed, allowing him to unclip her bra from beneath. Then he grabbed the lace creation and sent it flying. He didn’t waste another moment before his mouth took in her spiked nipple.

  “Ah,” she cried out when he laved and sucked on her swollen breasts. She loved everything he did to her. God, it felt so good, she wanted to cry. Emotion overwhelmed her.

  She laced her fingers through Mac’s soft brown hair while his mouth journeyed down her torso. She found herself flexing her hips, straining to bring her sex closer to his kisses.

  Hooking two fingers around the lace waistband of her panties, he slowly slid them down her legs and yanked them over her heels. His hands stroked her legs, and he resumed his kissing and licking. He let out a burst of warm breath over her sex, and she sighed. With the very tip of his tongue, he gently swiped over and around her clitoris. After too few passes, his lips moved to her inner thigh causing her to whimper.

  She felt his smile against her skin. Bastard.

  He teased, kissed, and licked her sensitive skin ignoring her drenched sex. Her only sign of hope came when he gripped her thighs and spread them apart, exposing her swollen, achy lips to his fingers.

  He danced one finger over her sex, spreading her juices up and down. Then his tongue joined in, massaging her clit softly. Too softly. She needed more. Even as his finger pushed into her channel, she moaned, “Mac.”

  He added a fraction more pressure and another finger. The beginnings of a tremor shook her body. The slowly built orgasm coursed through her with spectacular heat. She cried out. Amazing. For a brief moment, she forgot where she was.

  Mac retreated and hovered over her. In her semi-conscious state, she felt him raise her legs and align his cock at her entrance. “Beautiful,” he breathed against her lips before claiming them. Deep, warm, hypnotic.

  She cupped the back of his head, as he slowly, gently pushed his way into her core. She arched her back and whispered, “Mac.”

  His movements were deliciously arousing, pushing against her walls—she might come again.

  “Wrap those sexy legs around me, Angelique. I’m going to take you harder.”

  Yes!

  She linked her ankles, negotiating her heels behind Mac and felt his hands grasp her hands, holding them over her head.

  “You are mine to command,” he growled.

  His pounding increased speed and the intensity grew. He continued for some time, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

  Suddenly, he pulled out.

  What?! “What are you doing?”

  “You’re not coming,” he said between breaths.

  “I will.”

  The softening of his eyes told her he recalled their sexual encounter in their bedroom months ago. It was in this position that she’d confessed she couldn’t come.

  He leaned forward to place a kiss on her lips. His head hovered a few inches from hers.

  “Give me your right hand.” She moved both arms, to bring them by her sides.

  “Uh-uh. Just the right. Keep this other hand overhead.”

  Another surge of heat shot through her at the thought of what he planned.

  He laid her right hand on her thigh. “Show me what you like. Show me what gets you off.”

  Blood shot to her face. She’d never masturbated in front of Mac before.

  “I, . . . I already came.”

  “You’re stalling, my little minx. I want to see you pleasure yourself. I’m going to watch you make yourself come.” And with that he pushed both her legs off him and apart, waiting on her. Heated eyes held her gaze, not backing down.

  Oh, geez. She had to do this because Lord knew she needed release.

  She slid her finger through her slit to gather some wetness, then slowly she circled her clit and sighed at the sensation. Her eyes fluttered closed as she allowed the sensations to grow. She felt Mac’s hands stroke her thighs, and his sweet words enticed her.

  In a short time, she broke through and her second orgasm gradually rose to the surface. She felt Mac hover over her and breathe against her neck, “Don’t stop.”

  He kissed her neck and slowly slid into her. And to her surprise, the sensation only intensified her climax. She cried out as he pushed fully into her at the same time. Then after several pumps of his hips, Mac released with a grunt, muttering “Angelique” aloud.

  He collapsed over her, holding most of his weight on his forearms.

  God, that was so good.

  After their breathing settled some, he pulled out, yanked off her heels, and rolled onto his back beside her. In the past, he might have fallen asleep or simply kissed her goodnight. Now, he held her hand and said in a low tone, “Beautiful.”

  She smiled to the ceiling then turned his way. “That was amazing.”

  He gripped her hand, brought it to his mouth, and kissed the back. “It was.”

  They lay for several minutes, sated and content. At which point, Angie questioned herself, what now? They’d had sex, should she go? What were his expectations?

  She’d packed a bag in case Mac wanted her to spend the night, and told the boys she would be home in the morning. She’d made it the clear that there were to be no friends over. No shenanigans.

  Before she could think any more about it, Mac rose off the bed, shut off the light and returned, pulling the sheet and cover over her. Then, he slipped in and took a hold of her waist, turning her to spoon against his front.

  Ah, there was her answer. He wanted her to stay.

  “Sleep,” he whispered in her ear.

  And she was more than happy to spend the night with him. Words could not describe how amazing she felt—from the sex, to being in Mac’s arms, to his sweet words, all of it. This side of Mac was impressive, surprising, and . . . she didn’t know what. She couldn’t find the words. It was like she was falling in love with him all over again.

  Chapter Twenty

  After some of the most mind-blowing sex Mac and Angie had ever had, Mac couldn’t sleep. He dozed for about an hour, but he wanted her again.

  God, she was remarkable. He’d never seen her like this before. Of course, he’d never acted this way before either.

  When he’d planned this night with Angie, the thoughts of their accidental sex episode in his office replayed in his mind. He was commanding and domineering over her. In an unexpected way, he liked it.

  It was one thing to be authoritative at his job. It was to be expected. However, in the bedroom—in a relationship—it was another thing altogether. He and Angie were equals.

  Well, he liked it and clearly so did she.

  In an effort to create more hot sex, he’d decided he would command her tonight. And how well it had worked! Lying in the hotel bed in the dark, he began to get hard again.

  Slowly, he slid his hand over Angie’s hip. He heard a low moan pass her sleepy lips.

  He didn’t relent. He worked his hand up the side of her body and across the front of her torso to her belly and slowly to her breasts.

  Her breathing increased tempo. She was awakening to his subtle actions.

  As his hand caressed her breast, he kissed and nipped at her neck. His growing erection pushed against her ass, and feeling her small hip movements against him caused it to harden more.

  “Mac,” she breathed.

  “Angelique, I want inside you so badly my cock aches. I need you good and wet before I slide in.”

  She groaned as he slid his hand down her front to her mons. Gently he slipped his finger over her clit and dipped between her folds. Her wetness had started to accumulate. She reached behind them and cupped his naked ass.

  He bent his knee, sliding it between her legs to raise her top leg off the bed. “Keep this here, baby, so I can get to your delicious pussy.”

  Her breath hitched, but she didn’t move a muscle. She allowed herself to be open to him and his desires. He slowly wor
ked wide, long circles over her sex, all while kissing and licking her neck and shoulder. He shifted his body to allow his cock to align under her pussy. Working his hips back and forth, he gathered some of her wetness on his cock.

  She sighed as he continued to stroke his cock and fondle her clit. She arched her back, and he knew shortly she would be ready for him. He wanted her more than ready. He wanted her panting with need. When he drove into her, she would be ready for an orgasm. Aching for him to give her an orgasm.

  She warmed to his touch and her face showed a light sheen of perspiration. Soon.

  “Mac,” she said, her voice straining.

  He positioned his body to align his cock at her entrance. “Hands on the headboard, Angelique.”

  She did as he told her and stretched her arms overhead to brace herself against the headboard. He gently separated her swollen, wet lips with his fingers and pushed himself into her wet channel. He groaned with her. She felt absolutely amazing.

  Her inner muscles spasmed and he nearly came right then. Regaining control, he pistoned in and out in a timed manner—not too slow, not too fast. A glance at Angie’s face, he could see her eyes were shut, her mouth was gapped, and her cheeks flushed. She looked positively beautiful.

  He reached again to massage her clit, hoping all his efforts would bring her to orgasm. She deserved an orgasm. She deserved to orgasm every time.

  Her panting became louder, as did his, and her clit swelled. He knew she was close.

  “Oh,” she whimpered.

  He increased his pace fractionally, and commanded his body to wait for its release.

  Then, he felt the tug of her vaginal muscles pull on his cock. The slow build of her orgasm.

  “Yes, baby. You feel so good,” he cajoled her.

  “Ah,” she cried out and threw her head back.

  His thrusts increased, and although it became harder to focus, he kept circular movements over her clit.

  She cried out again, and he didn’t know if that meant her orgasm reached a climax or she had another one. All he knew was he couldn’t hold on any longer. He released with a loud grunt and murmured at her back, “Angie.”