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Mack still makes his killer grilled cheeses, but now we celebrate multiple orgasms, instead of baseball wins.
“Who was that?” he asks from his end of the couch, where he’s currently rubbing my feet while we watch an episode ofYellowstone. It’s the show we mutually agreed to binge-watch after the baseball season came to an end.
My eyes are still on the phone in my hand, trying to wrap my head around the phone call I just had. “That was George. He called to tell me he was on the phone with one of our affiliate stations in Chicago today and they asked about me.”
Mack’s head turns from the television, and he frowns. “About what?”
“About whether or not he thought I would consider relocating,” I say, looking up to meet his gaze. I watch as Mack’s features morph from confusion to realization.
“Would you be interested in doing that?”
Glancing back down at the phone, I think about it for a second. “A lot of reporters start out in smaller markets and work their way up,” I start, taking a deep breath. “But that’s never been my goal. This might sound crazy, but I’m content to stay in New Orleans and cover the stories that matter to this city. I realize that limits my career, but I just have always seen myself staying here. But now, there’s you…”
“What about me?” he asks, shifting my feet off his lap and turning to face me.
I shrug. “I still want that, but I want you more. And I know you’re at a crossroads in your career, so if you wanted to make a move, I’d do that… for you.”
Closing the distance between us, he pulls me onto his lap to straddle him. “If you want to stay here, then that’s what I want. I’ve had my career, and as hard as it was to officially retire, I’m content with my decision. If staying in New Orleans is what will make you happy, then that’s what I want. But if moving to Chicago and exploring new options is what’s next for you, then that’s what will be next for me too. I go where you go.”
“How did I get so lucky?” I mutter, brushing my lips against his and loving the feel of his scruff as I cup his jaw.
“I ask myself the same thing every day, baby.”
For a moment, we kiss, and it’s soft and slow. Somehow, Mack always knows exactly what I need. He gives it to me rough and hard… passionate and love-filled… quick and dirty. He’s a rainy day on the couch, but he’s also a good night on the town. He’s everything I ever wanted and all the things I never knew.
“If you keep rocking on my dick like that, this is going to get messy really quick,” he warns, making me laugh.
But I don’t stop and my laugh quickly morphs to moans as Mack grips my hips and rocks me harder, the piercing of his cock hitting my clit with every forward motion.
“Fuck.” Swallowing down the building need, I bite down on my lip. “Who knew dry humping on the couch was so hot. This is only supposed to get you off when you don’t know how good the real thing is.”
Mack growls, his hips thrusting harder as his dick slides through the wetness I can feel seeping through my thin sleep shorts. The fact I have no panties on and he’s only wearing a pair of boxers, means there’s very little between us. He could be inside me in a matter of seconds, but now that we’re here, I want to come like this.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, gripping his neck as I ride him.
His head dips to my chest and bites my nipple through my tank top, making me buck harder.
“That slick pussy is going to make me come in my pants,” Mack says on a groan, wrapping his arms around my back and holding me closer. “You’re so fucking sexy, Greer… so, goddamn… ahhhh… come for me, baby. Let me hear you.”
My hips go faster as I chase my orgasm.
Mack kisses my neck, making a trail up to the sensitive spot behind my ear and when his teeth come out to play, I cry out and explode.
I feel Mack’s hips jerk and then he’s holding me impossibly tighter, melding our bodies together as we ride out the waves of pleasure, our breaths ragged and our bodies spent.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters. “I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”
“I might not be your first for everything, but I will be your last,” I tease.
He leans back, getting a good look at me and giving me that full-on Mack Granger panty-dropping smile. “You’re damn right you are. You’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”
“I’m currently stucktoyou,” I joke, earning a snort from Mack.
“Let’s go get even dirtier in the shower and then we can get clean.”
Have I mentioned how much I love lazy days with Mack?
They’re my favorite day of any week.
