Eraser Crimson (4 page)

“That’s it Mackenzie, give yourself over to me completely.  Just feel.”

He pulled back and thrust into her again before slipping out of her body completely.  He gyrated his hips against her ass and rubbed his cock against her.  Sliding up and down through her folds before rubbing against her most sensitive spot for not long enough, then moving away again. 

He pulled his shorts off the rest of the way, then Mackenzie’s shorts and panties that were still twisted against her calves, he peeled off her socks, while she stayed in place panting against the side of the mattress.  He admired the sight of her for a moment.

“You’re fucking gorgeous from every angle.”  He urged her further up onto the bed by gripping her shoulder and the back of her head.  She went willingly until she was in the center of the mattress. 

She sat up on her knees so she could lean against his hard warm chest when he repositioned himself behind her.  He slid his hands under her sports bra from beneath and slowly lifted it from her body.  His hands tender and light, making her shiver when the clothing went over her head.

“Put your arms around my neck,” he instructed.  She flexed her hands in front of her body before raising them above her head.  It was a slow sensual dance they had going on as he leaned into her body and she bent her arms to connect her hands behind his neck, bringing his head and his mouth back to the skin of her shoulder.  “Hold yourself up like that, papillon,” he whispered against her as he feathered kisses against her skin, “while I use your body for my pleasure.”

His words warmed her from within.  Being used for his pleasure meant she, too, would get plenty.  Being with him was unlike anything she had ever experienced with any other man.  She was beginning to really love being
used
by him.  She could feel his knees on either side of hers, her legs tucked behind her.  He gripped her hips as he moved back, then his cock delved between her slick folds.  He stroked her slowly, making her wild.  His hands slid from her hips to cup her breasts.  He held them and gently used them to move her body, making it rub against his cock.  The pleasure was overwhelming, yet not enough.  She felt weak with desire, like she could fall into oblivion at any moment.  She needed him inside her and she needed it badly.  Over and over he thwarted her attempts to bend forward and angle her hips so he could slip inside her body and end his pleasurable torment.  He was driving her crazy.  Suddenly, she remembered the game she was supposed to be playing, withdrew her arms from behind his neck and fell forward on the bed.

He’d lost himself in the feel of her, her perfectly shaped breasts that fit his hands just so, and the feel of her body sliding along his cock, that when she abruptly let go of him and scrambled away he was left a little dazed.  She almost made it clear across the bed before he jumped on her back and again pressed her against the mattress.  He lay the length of his naked body over hers.  She squirmed beneath him, trying to get away.

“Get off me!” she said, though he knew she didn’t mean it.  With one quick movement he had his cock inside her tight body.

“So wet, Mackenzie,” he murmured against her shoulder blade before licking it.

“Yes!” she panted.  “It feels so good.”

He instantly stilled causing her to groan. 
Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that.
  She reprimanded herself for forgetting their game and again struggled underneath him.  He lifted himself off her body, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass into the air.  In one quick stroke he was taking her from behind again.  Going even deeper than before, the new angle making her gasp.  His hand came around her, gripping onto her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples.  Her body began to shake as she tried to hold off her impending orgasm.  Mackenzie tightly grasped the sheet and held on for dear life.  She didn’t want it to end, it felt so damn good.

“Tell me you love it,” he said gruffly, near her ear.

“No!”

“Yes, Mackenzie, tell me how much you love having my cock inside you.”  He increased his tempo and she gripped the sheets below her tighter.

“No, get off me, oohhhh.”

“That’s it.”  He felt her inner muscles tightening around him.

“No,” she gasped, making it sound more like a ‘yes’.

“Yes, my butterfly.  Tell me how it feels.”

He slid his hands from her breasts.  One moved to her hair, his fingers threading through it, the other slowly traced the curve of her body then slid between her legs.  He pinched her clit then started rubbing it in circles.

“Ahhh!  Fuck!”

“Tell me,” he demanded and she again tried to move away from him.  “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, increasing the tempo of both his hand and his cock.  “Feel it babe.”

Her whole body began to shudder with the term ‘babe’.  Mackenzie moaned loudly and tried to hold off her climax but it was taking a strong hold and his relentless play of her body was overpowering.

“Yes!” she called, giving in.  “Oh fuck!  Yes!”

“Feel good?” he asked, before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as her body continued to spasm uncontrollably.  “So fucking good!”

He chuckled.  “I love your dirty mouth.”  He trailed kisses along her back as he slowly withdrew from her body.  He rubbed his tip against her sensitive nub before roughly tugging her hair and thrusting back inside her.  She screamed a garbled sound and he did it again.  Slowly sliding all the way out and then slamming back into her before removing himself.  He used his knees to nudge her legs wider, positioning himself between them he slid back into her.

“No more.  I can’t…”  Her words trailed off into a moan.

“You can.  I’m not stopping until you come again, papillon.”  He set into an even rhythm and Mackenzie was moaning in pleasure again in no time. 

“Oh fucking god!”  She hung her head with exhaustion.  The feel of him sliding in and out, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he relentlessly fucked her, had her gasping.  She could feel another orgasm building and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Come for me, Mackenzie.  Don’t hold back.  Give me what I need.”  He felt her body shuddering again, her muscles gripping him and then he was falling over that cliff with her.  He slowed his movement, milking both of their orgasms for as long as he could, until he had spilled every last drop into her glorious body.

After a few minutes of lying side by side on the bed, Mackenzie realized that the smile had not left her lips.  She faced the man beside her and noted he was sporting one too.

“And you said we needed boundaries.”  He continued to stare at the ceiling as he spoke.  He was almost afraid to look at her.  He hoped that he could convince her that time apart was the last thing they needed.  Their run and the unbelievable sex they’d just had was him working toward his goal of keeping her.

“Nate …”

“No.”  He turned his body toward her, propping himself up on his elbow.  “Mackenzie, I’m done apologizing for my mistakes.  We’re going to move forward as a couple.  I want us to be apart for as little as possible while we work on this.  We can build a really successful relationship here.  Openness is key-”

“Argh!”  Mackenzie shouted in frustration, causing him to jump.  She rubbed her eyes before looking at him.  “Why do you make everything sound so clinical?  This isn’t a damn business transaction.  We aren’t two companies merging – we’re fucking people!”

“God, I love it when you’re cranky.”  He smiled at her and her lips curled in response.

“Stop it! … I just don’t get you.  One minute you’re carefree and fun and the next you’re this-this business man.  Which one are you really?”

“I’m both.”  He shrugged.

“You’re like Jekyll and Hyde.”

“Jekyll and Hyde?”  He laughed.

“Well, no, maybe not them.”  She paused to think.  “One minute you’re playing games-”

“You like my games,” he interrupted, smirking and wriggling his eyebrows at her.

“Stop interrupting me.  I’m being serious.”  Looking at him, his unbelievably sexy body and that gorgeous face, she lost her train of thought.

“You were saying?” Nate prompted her.

“Right, um, I need some time to get my head around all of this, and you seem to think that jumping in and becoming inseparable is the solution, but it’s not.  To build a healthy relationship you need time apart too.”

“I thought you said you haven’t had much experience with relationships.”

“I haven’t, but-”

“Mackenzie, I like being around you, but if you really feel the need for some distance I will respect that.”

“Thank you,” Mackenzie replied, slightly confused at how easily he was backing down.

He climbed from the bed and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.  Mackenzie heard the water turn on and instantly wanted to follow him into the shower. 
Shit!  Sneaky bastard! 
She chastized herself for being so damn needy, particularly after the conversation they just had.  She needed a shower too, but it would have to wait, she was
not
joining him.

Minutes later, when he came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel and a sexy smirk, it was obvious he was trying to tempt her with his body.  He headed toward her and she quickly moved past him, entering the bathroom and closing the door behind her.  She leaned against it and heard him chuckle on the other side.

Nope.  I won’t give him the satisfaction.

She took her time in the shower, washing her hair and trying to wash away her doubts.  When he didn’t try to enter the bathroom at all she started to wonder if he’d left without saying goodbye.  She wouldn’t put it past him.  However, she was pleased to see Nate sitting on the end of her bed when she exited the bathroom.  She wore her towel proudly and smiled widely when his eyes focused on her almost bare body. 
Payback.

He was a sight to behold, his hair still wet and uncombed, his perfectly tailored black suit, crisp white shirt, a deep burgundy tie around his neck … Mackenzie’s pulse was racing just looking at him.  She gulped. 
He looks delectable in every damn thing he wears.
  And then she wanted to take it all back, the whole conversation, she didn’t want him to leave.  He was too delicious to not have by her side. 

“Stay with me at my apartment tonight,” he said, interrupting her stare-fest.

“What?”  She blinked at him.  “What happened to having some space?”

“It’s only eleven a.m.  You can have all afternoon to yourself.  Spend the night with me.”

“I can’t, I’m working tonight.”

“So?  Come by after work, or take the night off.”

“It will be really late when I finish.”

“Night off it is then.”

“No.  I’m not calling my boss to ask for the night off, just so you can have your wicked way with me.”

She glared at him, but he could see she was fighting back a smile.

“Fine.  I’ll make the call for you,” he said seriously, taking his cell from his jacket pocket.

“You will not!”  Mackenzie said, grabbing it from him.  She held the phone behind her back.  She didn’t like the disappointment on his face so she looked away.

“Okay.”  He stepped toward her, lifting her chin so that she looked him in the eye.  “I’ll make you a deal.  Come to my apartment after work.  Spend the night with me.  We’ll do whatever
you
want to do.”

“Really?” she asked, skeptically.

“Whatever. You. Want.  Remember how much fun you had,” he dipped his mouth toward hers, “the last time you were there.”  He whispered his words, deliberately lacing them with intent, his tone seductive.  Her green eyes gave her thoughts away and he knew he’d won this round.

“Okay,” she said softly.

“I’ll send Simon to collect you.  What time?”

“Um … midnight?”

He chuckled.  It was clear that her thoughts were muddled.  They quite often were when she was aroused.  Her eyes were wide, slightly unfocused, pupils dilated, her cheeks flushed. 
Fuck, I want her.
  He dipped his head, tasting her, gently caressing her lips with his own and when she opened her mouth for him, he had no choice but to oblige.  Dipping his tongue into her hot, sweet mouth, he stroked it against hers and revelled in the soft mewling sound she made.  Using his free arm he cupped her backside, pulling her into his body he deepened their kiss.  Her hands came to the sides of his neck, her fingertips weaving into his hair.  He was so hard and ready for her again. 
Fuck.
  He pulled away.  Leaving her wanting would work in his favor, his unanswered need was something he could live with.  His body was built for endurance and the wait would be so fucking worth it.  She blinked at him, her cheeks even redder than before.  He could see her body was thrumming with need.

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on those sandwiches.”

“Huh?”

He smiled at her, running his finger down the side of her face.  “Lunch?  I’ll let you have your space and see you tonight instead.”

“Oh, okay.”

She watched him turn and leave the room.  She was in a daze, not only because she was so thoroughly turned on but also because he was doing as she asked, giving her some time and yet now that she was watching him walk away she didn’t want him to go.  He turned abruptly and almost knocked into her.  She’d been following without meaning to and they were now standing in the living room.

“One thing before I go.”  He crushed his lips to hers one last time, kissing her hard on the mouth.  “You never did tell me which flowers were your favorites.”

“Oh, um ...”  She quickly glanced around the room looking for the right bouquet.  She took a couple of steps in that direction.  “These ones.”

“The Gloriosa flower.”  He smiled, recalling the name the florist had said.  He was pleased with her choice.  It was a beautiful flower, something different to the rest.  It would stand out in a crowd just like the woman standing beside the arrangement.  He was also pleased with himself when he saw the surprised look on Mackenzie’s face, surprise that he knew the name of the flower, he guessed.  He loved that look on her.

“Well, I better get dressed, I suppose.”  Mackenzie smirked at him before dropping the towel.  She turned and sashayed down the short hallway back to her room, butt naked.  “Have a lovely day at work, Sir,” she called over her shoulder.  Nate shook his head, grinning widely at the beautiful sight of her bare backside, before quietly slipping out the door to head to the office.

“What are you doing here?”

“Nice to see you too, brother.”  Tom grinned from where he was seated behind his desk.  “I work here, remember?”

“I didn’t think you were coming back until next week.”

“Well, I’m nothing if not efficient.  Things in Japan wrapped up sooner than expected.  I brought forward a couple of meetings so I could come home sooner.”

“You missed me that much?” Nate joked.

“Oh, absolutely.  I thought I better come back so I could keep you in line.”  Tom gave him a pointed look, dropping his pen on the desk.

Nate hung his head low, knowing full well what was coming next.  He may be the older brother but Tom was probably the more level-headed one and he knew that his whole family would be disappointed with the pictures circulating the internet.  He’d purposely been ignoring their calls for that very reason.

“What were you thinking Nate?”

“I was thinking the asshole needed some sense knocked into him!  That’s what I was thinking!”

“Even so, you know it was a dumb move, right?”

“I don’t need you to fucking tell me that!”  He ran his hand through his hair in frustration.

“Nate-”

“That fucker came after me, not the other way around.  He attacked Simon first,” Nate fumed.

“Yeah well, he’s not worth going to jail for.”

“I know.”

“Mom’s really pissed at you.”

“I bet.  Shit Tom, how can you be so calm?  After what that bastard-”

“Just let it go.”

Nate sighed.  Slumping down in the seat opposite his brother’s desk.

“So where have you been all morning anyway?” Tom asked.  “It’s not like you to be starting work at this hour.  Stacey said you didn’t have any out of office appointments on the books.”

Stacey was Nate’s personal assistant.  He should have known that Tom would check up on him.  Especially as it was almost lunch time and he’d only just got into the office.  Coming to work this late was a rare occurrence; he was usually the first to arrive and the last to leave.

“So I took the morning off, no biggie,” he said with a shrug, trying for nonchalance.

Tom’s theatrically raised eyebrow was a dead giveaway – he didn’t believe him, not for a second.  Nate was really close with his brother and couldn’t even get the smallest thing past him.  Then again, Mackenzie wasn’t just a small thing in his life, she was special, as in the ‘one of a kind’ type of special.  It was inevitable that this particular conversation would happen.  In fact, Nate would tell anyone that would listen about her, or shout it from the fucking rooftop considering the mood he was in.  He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like this … if ever.

Trying to tame the shit-eating grin he was sporting, he blew out a breath before explaining, “I met someone.”

“You met someone?” Tom repeated slowly, as if he hadn’t heard correctly.

“That’s what I said.”  Nate nodded, his smile broadening.