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“Aren’t you eating anything?” he asked, his mouth full.
“No, I’m not hungry.” She was sick, actually.
She had gone and fallen for Mack.
Or rather, she’d fallen for Mack a year ago when he had first walked in the door at MicroDesign, but she had known then that she could never hope to catch his eye.
Well, now she had his eye, and other things, and she found her stupid little heart wishing for more still.
That had to stop. She ground her thoughts to a halt right there.
This was it. One night. Nothing more.
And it was all she was going to have. So she might as well kill the conversation and get back to why he was here in the first place.
Sex.
Plain and simple.
Just the thought of which had her skirt firing up like a gas grill.
“That was great,” Mack said, as he dusted the last crumbs off his mouth. “Thanks, I feel better.”
“Good.” She stood up, the rustle of her skirt on her legs reminding her that her panties were still crumpled up on the floor in the office. Which was just as well. She had no intention of putting any underwear back on until Mack left.
“Come here, Mack, I want to show you something.”
His contented look gave way to interest.
“Is this like, here, look at the pictures of my trip to London, or like, here, look at another dirty email with me?”
Not having much experience tossing off sultry looks, Kindra wasn’t sure if she was doing it right, but she gave it her best effort. Running her fingers through her hair, she said, “I’ve never been to London.”
“Damn, Kindra.” He stood up so fast, he knocked his chair over with a crash. “You are so sexy.”
It wasn’t a declaration of love by far, but it was a heck of a lot more than she’d had on Thursday. She’d take it. She’d take him.
Plus the fact that he was close to panting was downright gratifying. And the way his hands were groping her ass as he followed her down the hall was enough to embolden her.
She could do this. She wanted this.
When she stopped in the doorway of her office, Mack bumped up against her. His hard-on pressed into her and she rubbed herself back against him.
A nice low guttural moan rang from him.
Hands were up her skirt.
Whoa, too fast.
Swatting him away, she stepped into the room. “Just a minute.”
“Why?” Mack reached for her again.
Feeling a little heady with power and desire, Kindra said, “Sit in the chair.”
His eyebrows raised. “Why?” he repeated.
“Just do it.” She pointed at the chair, heart thumping as she waited to see if he would obey her command.
Mack held his hands up in mock surrender and sauntered over to the chair. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
He dropped into the chair and spread his legs in a masculine slouch. He flung his arm over the back and tried to look nonchalant, but the bulge in his boxers gave him away.
Kindra smiled. Whatever her complicated feelings for Mack were, he certainly made her feel sexy. All woman. Confident in herself.
Avoiding the chair in case he might think to grab her or touch her, Kindra went to her computer. She had a camera to record onto her computer.
They were going to use it. Right now.
Turning it towards the center of the room, the carpet and Mack in the chair popped up on her screen. Adjusting it she made sure that Mack’s complete body was in view.
She was going to record herself having sex with Mack and when she was alone after tonight she could watch it. She would ache for Mack and this night together and she would get herself off to it.
No more Russ.
From now on she’d have Mack. If not in person, then on her computer.
Mack looked frozen in the chair, his eyes wide, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched. “Kindra?”
“Yes?” Two more steps and she would be on the screen with him.
“Did you just turn that camera on?”
“Yes.” She stepped up to him and pushed her hands into the pockets of her skirt, tugging it down so her naval was exposed. “You
“Aren’t you eating anything?” he asked, his mouth full.
“No, I’m not hungry.” She was sick, actually.
She had gone and fallen for Mack.
Or rather, she’d fallen for Mack a year ago when he had first walked in the door at MicroDesign, but she had known then that she could never hope to catch his eye.
Well, now she had his eye, and other things, and she found her stupid little heart wishing for more still.
That had to stop. She ground her thoughts to a halt right there.
This was it. One night. Nothing more.
And it was all she was going to have. So she might as well kill the conversation and get back to why he was here in the first place.
Sex.
Plain and simple.
Just the thought of which had her skirt firing up like a gas grill.
“That was great,” Mack said, as he dusted the last crumbs off his mouth. “Thanks, I feel better.”
“Good.” She stood up, the rustle of her skirt on her legs reminding her that her panties were still crumpled up on the floor in the office. Which was just as well. She had no intention of putting any underwear back on until Mack left.
“Come here, Mack, I want to show you something.”
His contented look gave way to interest.
“Is this like, here, look at the pictures of my trip to London, or like, here, look at another dirty email with me?”
Not having much experience tossing off sultry looks, Kindra wasn’t sure if she was doing it right, but she gave it her best effort. Running her fingers through her hair, she said, “I’ve never been to London.”
“Damn, Kindra.” He stood up so fast, he knocked his chair over with a crash. “You are so sexy.”
It wasn’t a declaration of love by far, but it was a heck of a lot more than she’d had on Thursday. She’d take it. She’d take him.
Plus the fact that he was close to panting was downright gratifying. And the way his hands were groping her ass as he followed her down the hall was enough to embolden her.
She could do this. She wanted this.
When she stopped in the doorway of her office, Mack bumped up against her. His hard-on pressed into her and she rubbed herself back against him.
A nice low guttural moan rang from him.
Hands were up her skirt.
Whoa, too fast.
Swatting him away, she stepped into the room. “Just a minute.”
“Why?” Mack reached for her again.
Feeling a little heady with power and desire, Kindra said, “Sit in the chair.”
His eyebrows raised. “Why?” he repeated.
“Just do it.” She pointed at the chair, heart thumping as she waited to see if he would obey her command.
Mack held his hands up in mock surrender and sauntered over to the chair. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
He dropped into the chair and spread his legs in a masculine slouch. He flung his arm over the back and tried to look nonchalant, but the bulge in his boxers gave him away.
Kindra smiled. Whatever her complicated feelings for Mack were, he certainly made her feel sexy. All woman. Confident in herself.
Avoiding the chair in case he might think to grab her or touch her, Kindra went to her computer. She had a camera to record onto her computer.
They were going to use it. Right now.
Turning it towards the center of the room, the carpet and Mack in the chair popped up on her screen. Adjusting it she made sure that Mack’s complete body was in view.
She was going to record herself having sex with Mack and when she was alone after tonight she could watch it. She would ache for Mack and this night together and she would get herself off to it.
No more Russ.
From now on she’d have Mack. If not in person, then on her computer.
Mack looked frozen in the chair, his eyes wide, his shoulders tense, jaw clenched. “Kindra?”
“Yes?” Two more steps and she would be on the screen with him.
“Did you just turn that camera on?”
“Yes.” She stepped up to him and pushed her hands into the pockets of her skirt, tugging it down so her naval was exposed. “You
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