by Mel Teshco
Mackenzie clearly didn’t believe her. Probably already realized she’d lied to him in the past about not having feelings for him.
But once they slid into the cold lagoon, whatever layers he’d mentally surrounded himself with appeared to slowly fall away as they paddled over to the waterfall’s splash-off. She laughed at the spray hammering their faces, and Mackenzie’s smile was real this time as he watched her delight.
“I’ve never seen a woman so damn beautiful,” he murmured huskily, swimming toward her and turning her into his arms so that he shielded her from the worst of the spray. And somehow treading water he managed to kiss her before they slowly sank and had to kick back up, gasping for air and laughing at their own stupidity.
She splashed him then, full in the face. And he roared with pretend retaliation even as she turned and kicked furiously away to outswim him. She lasted no more than a couple of seconds before his hand clasped her ankle and he yanked her back. But this time he stood while she spluttered and gasped for breath, the solid ground underfoot too far out of her reach.
She had no choice than to wind her legs around his hips, his cock pressing thick and hard against her belly. She wrapped her arms around his nape, his stare holding hers even as their mouths merged together as one in a kiss that was as fierce as the feelings they’d been holding back for so long.
She rubbed against him, and he groaned into her mouth, his cock jerking in response before he pulled his mouth from hers and asked throatily, “Ever done it in a stream before?”
She giggled. “I can’t say that I have.”
His eyes glowed, and she inhaled sharply when he touched her between the petals of her sex, his finger sliding deep into her warmth. She shivered, aroused beyond words when he began to rhythmically push in and out. She rocked against him and he pushed two fingers inside, his eyes not once leaving hers as he urged her to a place only he knew how to take her.
The moment she wondered if she could possibly take anymore, he touched the bud of her clit and she shattered around his fingers, her body shuddering with rapture as she moaned out his name.
He covered the sound with his mouth, kissing away her vocal ecstasy. She leaned into him, sated and weak, and drawing his oxygen into her lungs.
He pulled back, his eyes glinting with need, even as he murmured, “We have company.”
She stiffened in his arms, and he grinned at her reaction. She tore her stare away from him to view a middle-aged couple approaching along the track, before they set up a blanket and towels just as few feet from their own.
“What do we do now?” she hissed.
His grin widened. “Don’t tell me you’re shy.”
She glared. “I’m not going to give them a free show, if that’s what you mean.”
It was one thing to flaunt her naked body to a client, quite another to reveal it to some unsuspecting bystanders.
He turned her around, so that she faced away from the couple. Clasping her hand, he pressed it against his rock-hard groin and drawled, “It could be worse … you could also have a raging hard-on to conceal.”
She pressed her lips together to bite back a giggle. A pity a snort escaped instead. “Isn’t the water too cold?”
It couldn’t be any later than nine in the morning. The sun’s fierce heat hadn’t had a chance to warm up the water. They’d freeze if they lingered in it for too much longer.
He shrugged. “Try telling my dick that.”
She chewed her bottom lip. “We’re in quite the predicament then, aren’t we?”
He shook his head. “Only if we let it be.”
She frowned, not liking where the conversation seemed to be headed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean … let’s just get this over with.”
Shock rendered her speechless when he lifted her against his chest and then waded out of the stream. She pressed an arm against her breasts and squeezed her legs together, trying for modesty but undoubtedly failing.
The middle-aged couple looked up and it was hard to tell which of the two looked more stunned. Scarlet smothered another bout of giggles. Their expressions were priceless! And right then she didn’t much care that the man on the ground boldly eyed her off, or that his partner took her fill of Mackenzie’s taut nakedness.
Only after Mackenzie put her down and shielded her with the picnic blanket so she could dress, did the full irony hit. She made a living using her body like a musician used an instrument. Yet the moment no paycheck was exchanged, she’d become as shy and virginal as a blushing bride.
Mackenzie pulled on his clothes too before he grabbed the basket and picnic blanket and they strolled past the goggle-eyed couple. He nodded at them. “Beautiful day for a swim.”
Scarlet grinned and retrieved the champagne bottle from the cool water. Once they were out of sight of the couple, Mackenzie led her off the track and placed the picnic blanket underneath some shade. He uncorked the bottle and offered it to her. She grinned and took a swig, before handing it back to him.
She couldn’t help but admire his throat as it contracted as he swallowed, his neck tanned and strong. And the way his long fingers splayed around the bottle, his big hand dwarfing it. She knew all too well how good his hands felt around her breasts, his clever fingers plucking her nipples, before taking charge of her pussy and making her come over and over.
He handed her the bottle once again and she accepted it with a sigh. She took another big sip and enjoyed the decadent bubbles that slid down her throat. In many ways it felt as though she should be paying Mackenzie for the pleasure of his company. He always made sure she enjoyed herself. Always made sure she got as much pleasure as he did.
She handed it back to him with a contented sigh. “Privacy at last.”
“You’re such a contradiction,” he murmured.
She wiped her mouth. “Oh? How so?”
“You attract men with your body like bees to a honeypot, and yet in many ways you’re a prude.” He shook his head and grinned. “Somehow you only manage to fascinate me all the more.”
She raised a brow. “That’s my aim.”
His eyes darkened. “You’re not even thinking about your work right now, Scarlet, so don’t try and tell me otherwise.”
She blinked, and then nodded. “You’re right … I’m not. I enjoy being myself with you.”
Taking one more swig of the champagne, he passed it to her pointedly. “I don’t know any high-class escorts who’d stoop to drinking from a bottle like this.”
She paused, the bottle at her lips. “Are you calling me cheap?”
He chuckled. “Hardly cheap, my love.”
My love?
Her heart fluttered with yearning. But she mentally shook off any more irrational fantasies, and drank deep, belching a little as the bubbles hit her belly fast. She grinned. “Excuse me, then.”
His grin lit up his eyes. “It’s nice seeing you this relaxed.”
She shrugged. “I’ve just been exposed in front of two strangers. There’s nothing left to be uptight about.”
His grin widened, and he dug in the basket and brought out the cheese and crackers. “At least it’s given them something to talk about for a while.”
It was Scarlet’s turn to grin. “I suspect they might be doing a whole lot more than talking right now.”
It was only after Mackenzie handfed her crackers and cheese, and they finished off what was left of the wine, that they decided to head back to the cabin. Scarlet felt as though she was walking on air, and it wasn’t just from the champagne. Being with Mackenzie was exciting and intense, emotions that seemed amplified the more time she spent with him.
Little wonder she’d run scared from him in the past. He threatened everything about her way of life, made her question herself and all the ‘what could have beens’. Suddenly she didn’t feel very light anymore. A weight settled on her shoulders and made the rest of the hike somehow oppressive.
She sucked in a steadying breath. She had to
revert back to her call girl role, had to reinforce just exactly why she was here and what she was doing. And that certainly didn’t include heart-to-heart chats and being drawn close to a man who was her client.
At some stage over the weekend she’d not just stepped over the line in the sand, she’d gone into danger territory, a minefield of hope, yearning, need and desire. She needed to concentrate on the latter and forget all the rest. Had to if she wanted to keep her heart intact.
But she managed to keep up a half decent banter even once they arrived back at the cabin. He placed the basket on the dining table and she helped him unpack the few pieces of cutlery and dishes they’d used.
Five minutes later she’d dried the last container and placed it back into the cupboard. She glanced sideward at Mackenzie as he wiped off the sink. It was funny how the everyday task of cleaning felt so right, so normal. Like they were a married couple with a normal, everyday life.
Not a client and his expensive call girl.
He looked up. “Everything okay?”
She dropped the tea towel and turned to face him with a smile. “Just thinking how overpriced I am as a cleaner.”
His lips curled. “Yeah, I guess you are.”
It really was beyond time to remind him once again what she was here for. Her blood warmed and her nipples tightened even before she leisurely pulled her shirt over her head, and unclipped her lacy bra. “I could think of some things that might be more worth your while.”
He stilled, his eyes soaking her in like his cloth had soaked in the dishwater. “Is that right?” he asked throatily.
She nodded, and slipped free the button on her jeans. As she pulled the zipper down with a rasp, she added, “Much more enjoyable too.”
Mackenzie didn’t move. But going by the swelling in his jeans and his glittering stare, he was too busy enjoying the show.
She stepped out of her jeans and slid her thong ever so slowly down her thighs, bending low and showing him her curves that he paid so much to touch and fuck. She didn’t work out and exercise daily just for the joy of it. She was nubile, fit and healthy, an athlete and a performer. And she was damn good at her job.
Tossing her thong aside, she slowly straightened. Watching him watch her, pride and desire filled her in equal measure. Pleasing a man was her goal, and Mackenzie was beyond pleased. His eyes all but burned for her.
She slid her fingertips up her sides and then under her breasts, cupping them and gently kneading. When Mackenzie stepped wide and leaned against the table, before sliding a hand inside his jeans, her pussy immediately moistened.
She slid her hand down her own body, past the flat plane of her belly and between the petals of her sex. As Mackenzie stroked his shaft, she slid a finger deep into her wet warmth.
He groaned at the visual, his jaw tight and his arousal pushing against his jeans. “That’s it, baby,” he gritted, “make yourself come.”
She might be paid to do his every sexual bidding, but there was nothing mercenary behind her need to do just as he asked. She massaged her clit rhythmically, her breasts becoming heavy and her nipples tight, her blood thick and warm through her veins.
When Mackenzie unzipped his fly and reminded her he’d gone commando, her mouth watered. His shaft was big, thick and ribbed with blue veins, pre-cum already seeping from its head.
Damn, could a man be any more physically perfect? She rubbed harder, faster. She was two seconds and two steps away from climbing onto him and filling herself with his cock.
She cried out, toes curling and breaths shuddering as she yielded to an intense, sharp orgasm.
Mackenzie’s eyes glowed, and he stroked his cock in faster pulls. But it was only when her soft cries of pleasure had died off that he stepped toward her, clasped her waist and lifted her onto the bench.
“Legs over my shoulders,” he commanded hoarsely.
“But you haven’t come yet,” she said, breathless and yielding. He hadn’t at the falls either.
His stare burned with intensity. “Not yet, no. I’m saving that for when I’m deep inside you. But first I need to taste you like I need my next damn breath.”
His talk stimulated her almost as much as spreading her legs apart and opening herself to his glittering gaze did. It was beyond erotic to place her legs over his corded shoulders, his skin warm and satin-smooth, his muscles shifting and flexing with every movement.
It was even more erotic watching his dark head move between her thighs, his bristles scraping her tender skin and his mouth latching onto her clit. She arched back and moaned in delight as he pleasured her, licking and sucking, using his teeth, lips and tongue to taste her. Tease and torment her.
Until she leaned back onto her elbows and squeezed her eyes closed as a kaleidoscope of color swept through her, and she quivered and gasped at yet another climax.
He pulled back and licked his lips, satisfaction glinting in his eyes. “I love tasting you. Almost as much as I love making you come.”
She blinked, and said huskily, “It’s your turn now.”
His teeth gleamed white, his lazy smile somehow revealing his anticipation. She slid her legs off his shoulders and he stepped back, giving her room to move off the bench and kneel in front of him. She looked up as she clasped his cock, holding his dark stare as she leaned forward and licked the salty, sticky essence from his cock.
*
Mackenzie wondered if it was possible to view a more erotic sight. Scarlet on her knees and naked to his hungry eyes. Her mouth wrapped around his dick. Then she licked him again, before sucking his shaft deep into her mouth in one wet, warm slide.
He groaned, his balls tightening as she began the up and down movement with her skilled lips and tongue. Her sharp little teeth grazed his sensitive skin at intermittent moments, a pleasure–pain that made him impossibly harder.
It was enough that he had the best view of her tits that bounced pertly with every up and down motion. But then she released his dick from her mouth and pushed her breasts together around his cock. His breath hissed, his seed two seconds away from pearling over her pale-as-lily skin.
He shook his head. He’d only been bare inside her pussy once, and it’d been heaven. He wanted to experience that again. No condom. No protection. Just his sensitized cock plunging into her tight, wet cunt.
He clasped her upper arms and she straightened, her lips rosy and her eyes slumberous with need. “I need to be inside you now,” he grated, even as he lifted her against his chest and strode to his bedroom. “And I’m not going to be gentle.”
Her excited mewl turned him on even more. Placing her on the end of the bed, he commanded hoarsely, “Turn around.”
She did as he asked, her pale back and buttocks facing his way as he clasped his cock and guided it to the lips of her gorgeous pussy. In one motion he thrust forward, his cock sinking deep, her inner muscles grasping and pulling, her guttural moan joining his own.
He clasped her shoulders as he retreated. When he sank deep on the second stroke, he clasped a handful of her hair and tugged her head back. Just the way she liked it.
Fuck. Just the way they both liked it.
Her tits bounced with every in and out, the slapping of their flesh sounding loud in the quiet, the musky scent of their union filling his nose like an aphrodisiac.
Not that he needed it. He was balls deep in Scarlet’s hot pussy and he was doing everything not to explode. To savor and enjoy the ride for as long as humanly possible.
Scarlet hadn’t read the memo. His strokes in and out were getting hard and fast when her inner muscles grabbed at him and she came with a half-strangled moan. All but milking his seed right out of him.
He bellowed out something incomprehensible. It could have been her name. Hell, it could have been Latin. He was thrown into a higher plane where only pleasure existed. Where nothing mattered but utter, exquisite bliss.
Where only he and Scarlet existed.
Chapter Six
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His breath warmed her head before his lips pressed against her brow and he murmured, “Everything okay?”
She crooked her head back, meeting his warm stare. Damn, she’d never seen him so laid-back and at ease. She liked seeing him this way … a lot. This relaxed side of him was a far call from the arrogant, controlled and masterful man most people knew. She sighed. “You’ve learned quite a lot about me now, yet I still know very little about you.”
His warmth faded a few degrees. “I haven’t learned your name.”
She frowned. “You know that’s confidential.”
He arched a brow. “And you know any information can be bought for a price.”
“You wouldn’t—”
“You’d be surprised what I would do for you,” he murmured. Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, he sighed and said, “Fine … Scarlet. I won’t uncover your real name.”
Why did she get the feeling he was simply biding his time? If he wanted something, he wouldn’t give in. He’d fight until he got it. His various businesses all around the world were proof of that. And Lord only knew he’d fought hard enough to get her away from Amos, and then to have her for himself this weekend.
She cleared her throat, focusing on her earlier question before he skilfully got her sidetracked again. “So you never answered my question.”
“About?” he hedged.
“About how little I know you.”
“What is it exactly you want to know?”
She pushed aside professional courtesy. She might have always kept her nose out of her clients’ personal lives, but at some point she and Mackenzie had gone past that line drawn in the sand.