“That’s it, scream for me, baby. Let everyone hear,” he hisses asmy cock hardens again, trapped between me and the cushion as he drives into me, fast and hard, unlike how he just made love to me. All I can do is hang on and push back, taking him deeper.
“Noah, harder,” I beg, and he snarls in my ear, giving me what I want until I’m slammed forward with each movement. It will hurt tomorrow, but right now, it’s utter perfection. He’s all I know. He’s my anchor as I cry for him.
Yanking my head back, he drives into me from behind, forcing my eyes open and on his office door. “Keep watch, baby,” he teases. “Can’t have them finding your boss balls deep in your pretty ass, can we?”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. The idea of someone walking in does something to me.
I strain my eyes, trying to keep them open, my hands gripping the couch as he bends one of my legs, positioning me how he wants. The new angle causes his length to hit my prostate. Drool drips from my mouth as I gasp for air, and when his hand slips between us and squeezes my balls, I lose it, coming for him with a cry.
Hissing, he fights my tight ass. I whimper and tremble from my release, and then he groans my name in my ear, driving into me so deep, I know we’ll never be apart as he comes.
Panting, I lean back into him, both sweaty and grinning. “Fine, you can reward me whenever you want.”
“Good, I plan to.” He kisses my cheek. “Give me a minute to recover, then we’ll go and join the party.”
“Getting tired, old man?” I tease, even as I relax into the couch, hoping he never moves, because his weight is perfect.
“Not too tired to show you just what this old man can do,” he growls, making me laugh, but I yelp as he rolls us again.
I manage to escape from his hold and pull my clothes on, even as I shake from how hard we fucked. I open the door, pointing at him in warning as he grins. “Leave me alone, you pervert,” I tease before fleeing. He chases, and my laughter fills the air as we rejoin our friends.
FIFTY-SIX
Icount down the hours until I get to see Mackie. Usually, I would be working late, getting my clients their proofs, but it can wait until tomorrow. I deserve time off, and I want it with my boy. It’s one of the big changes in my life. My work hours are consistent now, and I don’t live in my office anymore. I know my team appreciates it, and they aren’t as worried about me dying in front of a computer screen.
It’s all thanks to Mackie, not to mention the new friends I have. Before the clock even hits six PM, I’m logged off and out the door.
“Hey, boss, this came by express mail,” Penny calls as I pass. I take the big manila envelope and wave at them as I take the stairs three at a time. Once I’m in my car, I put the envelope in my passenger seat as I turn up my music and pull out into traffic. I’m picking my boy up from work, and I can’t wait.
The drive, even in rush hour, feels like it flies by as my excitement grows. Mackie has been busy with training recently, and I want to be supportive, but I’ve missed him. Tonight we are going on a date, and we are going to forget all about work.
By the time I pull up at the garage, I’m still a little early, so I leave the engine running, blasting music as I wait.
I glance at the envelope, drumming my fingers on the wheel, and reach for it. It will probably be work, but it’s right here, so I might as well. Tearing the top, I reach inside, expecting a contract, but what tumbles into my hands are photos—photos that have my happiness disappearing as I stiffen. Confusion and horror wash through me before I look around and shove them away. I don’t want anyone else to see.
I consider what to do, but if I kept this from Mackie, it would hurt more. I promised I would never lie to him, and I won’t.
Leaving my car, I walk into the garage, nodding at the people I recognize. Sky blinks at me as I pass. “Are you okay?”
“Sure,” I grit out, my voice tight. “Where are Noah and Mackie?”
“His office.” Skylar tilts his head. “You look angry.”
“I’m fine,” I reply as I knock on the door, not wanting to walk in on something.
“Come in!” Noah calls, and I open the door and step inside.
“Shit, am I late?” Mackie asks as he hops up from the couch, paperwork surrounding him that he tries to gather.
“No, you’re fine. We need to talk, all of us.”
Mackie’s happy expression drops, and he sits, looking between Noah and me. “Did I do something wrong?” I hate his concern, so I shake my head.
“No, baby boy, I just figured we should all see this together.” Walking over to the desk, I set the envelope down, and Noah looks at it before grabbing it and spilling its contents across the desk. He sits back and swears.
Mackie heads over and freezes as he stares at the images. “I’m so sorry, Mackie. I don’t know how they got these,” I whisper. “It’s my fault.”
I share a look with Noah, seeing his anger and horror as we share an understanding look. Whoever did this is dead, but for now, our eyes swing to Mackie, worried how he will react.
