Page 43 of Mr. Perfect

I am definitely in way over my head with McAllister Stonewall.

But even if I wanted to, there’s no way I’m not going along for the ride now.

I’m in.

Chapter Seventeen - Mac

It takes every ounce of strength I have not to throw this fucking cart aside and bend her over. I want to fuck her like crazy. And I know there is no fucking in my future if I can’t get past her rules and regulations.

I need to play this right. Every moment counts with Ellie Hatcher.

“See,” I say. “It’s fun. You like fun, don’t you, Ellie? You’re not really a fun-sucker, are you?” I even wink at her.

She sighs and my gaze is locked on her lips. Fuck. The things I want to do to her lips. “I do like fun, Mac. But I like fun that doesn’t end up hurting me and you… you’re so… perfect. It’s a bad sign.”

“A bad sign?” I ask. “Since when is perfect bad?”

“Well, nobody’s perfect. So it’s an illusion.”

“I never said I was perfect, Ellie.”

“Yeah, but you have it all. You’re rich, you’re very… handsome. And you have a lot of power.”

“You’re not hurting for money, Ellie. I know what you make and it’s a very comfortable living. And you’re far prettier than I am handsome.”

“Nice save.” She laughs.

“Seriously. You have this girl-next-door thing going for you that drives guys like me wild.”

“Guys like what?” she asks. “What kind of guy are you, McAllister Stonewall? Because I looked you up online and you barely exist. I think that’s suspicious.”

“So, not perfect, right?” Not at all perfect. She just doesn’t know how imperfect I am yet.

“No, of course not. I understand there’s no such thing as perfection. I’m just saying you come off as perfect, which means it’s a lie.”

“Keep talking,” I say. “And keep touching yourself as you do it.”

She rolls her eyes and lowers her hand. “I feel ridiculous.”

“Why? You don’t want to turn me on?”

She smiles big as she closes her eyes and throws her head back, exposing her throat for me. Damn, I might not be able to make it through breakfast. “Do I turn you on, Mr. Stonewall?”

“Miss Hatcher, I cannot stop thinking about you. Ever since I started reading those texts I’ve become obsessed.”

I stand up and push the cart aside. Ellie starts, then straightens her back and stares up into my eyes. She looks… fuck. Perfect. She’s the one who’s perfect, not me. I step forward and she leans back against the window.

“Let’s skip the food. We can give that another try later. But now, I just want to touch you. Watch your face as I make you feel good.” She can’t take her eyes off me as I fist my cock and start pumping again. “Get on your knees and turn around. Face the window.”

She chews on her lip like she’s thinking this over. But we both know she’s going to do it. There’s no way she’d be having breakfast topless if she wasn’t in.

“Do it,” I say, just to make her stop thinking about it.

She swallows hard and stands up. I palm her breast for a second before she turns, then kneels down on the window seat with her back to me.

“Place your hands on the window.”

She does, her palms slightly above her head. And then she leans forward and rests her forehead on the glass, like she needs the support. I trace a fingertip down her spine until her back buckles and I take that moment of distraction to push her head forward, applying enough pressure so that she has to turn her cheek sideways.