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McKenna scrolled through her email on her iPhone, checking to see if there was anything urgent she needed to handle. From the look of it, Whisper had everything under control and the only thing left for McKenna was to sit back and enjoy this one of a kind experience.
She just wished she could enjoy it while wearing clothes.
Unfortunately, Tag had left a short while ago to take a phone call – or so he said. Despite being left to her own devices, she managed to ignore the curiosity that sparked the second she was alone. Instead, she was sitting motionless on the sofa, still clad in nothing whatsoever as she tried to keep herself preoccupied.
What the hell was taking Tag so long?
She should’ve been relieved not to have his intensely hot glare glued to her nude body. Acting was obviously not her strong suit, but she had put on the performance of a lifetime for the last few hours. Pretending not to be intimidated or more than a little uncomfortable at being naked in front of a man she barely knew and profoundly lusted after was harder than it looked.
Now, she felt like a guitar string that had been turned just one revelation too many; another subtle notch and she would break in two. So she honestly should be grateful that Tag was taking his time, but for some reason she wasn’t.
Maybe because she was enjoying seeing the discomfort on his face.
He was undeniably affected by her nudity, although he was pretending otherwise. He didn’t appear to be as good of an actor as she was though. She even heard him groan on one occasion, and she fought off the urge to smile, but she had certainly been grinning on the inside.
It hadn’t taken long for her to realize exactly what he was hoping for, but McKenna hadn’t given Tag what he expected. Rather than giving in to his manipulations, she opted to grin and bear it. Actually, bare would be the more accurate term.
She continued to remind herself that she would have her turn. He had agreed to her amended contract, which meant at some point in the next few days, she would be in charge, and she was already preparing a mental list of things she would do to the man to get him back for this.
Although, he did have a little bit of time before that happened, and McKenna didn’t have a clue what was in store for her. She only prayed he didn’t expect her to leave the private room naked because then she might just have to speak up.
When the door opened, McKenna steeled herself for his reappearance, and turned her head as though sparing him a glance. With butterflies staging an all-out riot in her belly, she went back to thumbing through the emails on her phone. Or pretending to anyway.
“Sorry it took me so long,” Tag said as he put his cell phone and wallet on the small breakfast counter before making his way over to the chair he had planted himself in earlier.
“Mmm hmm.” Pretending to dismiss his comment, McKenna couldn’t tear her eyes away from the phone although she wasn’t seeing a damn thing on the screen. All of the letters had blurred together, her mind wandering to other things immediately.
Like what he planned to do next.
Or what she wanted him to do next.
“Are you doing ok?” he asked after he situated himself into that casual pose of his.
“Fine. Why?” she asked, looking up at him for the first time.
“Just making sure you’re still willing to go through with this.”
Crossing her arms over her breasts would only have him giving her that questioning stare as if she was trying to cover herself, so McKenna chose to put her hands down to her sides. With more brazenness than she thought she had, she managed to uncross and then cross her legs again while she was at it, noting the way his eyes lingered between her thighs just a little longer than expected. “There isn’t anything that you can do that’ll have me changing my mind.”
Nothing.
Had she known his intentions originally, she might have given this more thought. Now that she was here, she fully intended to fulfill her end of the contract, even if it killed her. The sexual tension was thick between them, and honestly, she wanted to see where it led them more than she wanted to back out from this small dose of humiliation.
“Be careful what you wish for, darlin’.” Tag’s dark, sultry tone sent a torrent of sensation flowing through her bloodstream, instantly making her nipples harden.
She wanted to challenge him to push her, but she got the feeling he was about to do so anyway. The harder she pushed, the harder he would push back and right now, McKenna didn’t trust herself not to go a little too far.
There was no way she could deny wanting him. She’d been enthralled since the very first day she saw him and overcome with a bad case of lust ever since. So, honestly, this opportunity gave her a chance to get closer to what she truly wanted.
Tag Murphy in her bed.
Or his.
“I’m game for whatever you can dish out, darlin’.” Mocking his choice of endearments, she curled her fingers into her palm, praying he didn’t see just how nervous she actually was.
“Spread your legs,” Tag insisted and the room immediately heated several degrees. This wasn’t the laid back country boy she’d been privy to earlier. This man was dead serious.
God, she loved watching him lose control.
She didn’t move a muscle, nor did she smile. She was unable to do anything except breathe. The intensity in his gaze spoke of hot, lustful promises, and McKenna wasn’t so sure she wouldn’t beg him to touch her if he kept this up. Controlling him was going to be as impossible as controlling her own hormones where he was concerned. Pushing him, on the other hand, was a given.
“I’m not going to tell you again.” Only his mouth moved. Not his hands, not his head. He was sitting in that chair, stone still, yet McKenna could feel the tension coming off of him in waves.
Slowly she uncrossed her legs, and she was instantly wet. It took several seconds before she managed to spread her knees apart, her clit throbbing with anticipation. If he would only touch her, they stood a chance of making it through the rest of the day before one of them lost it.
A battle of wills was what this was. Two dominating personalities, both intending to push the other to the breaking point did nothing, except promise a firestorm that was likely to blaze out of control.
“Touch yourself, McKenna.” Back was that laidback Texas drawl, but his voice belied the stiff way he held himself.
She pondered his instruction for a moment, wondering whether she could actually go through with it. At least if she did, she could relieve the tormenting ache that had taken up residence between her thighs.
Dropping her cell phone onto the cushion, McKenna eased her hand between her legs, making sure he could see everything she was doing.
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Tag had the hard on of the century, and the self-inflicted pain was damn near more than he could handle. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from McKenna’s long, graceful fingers as they separated the soft folds of her pussy, sliding between her labia. Fuck. He wanted to throw himself to his knees before her and bury his face between her legs, licking her clit until she screamed his fucking name.
She was tormenting him, and she knew it, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself. When McKenna began to moan softly, Tag knew he was in for it.
“Don’t come yet,” he demanded, his voice thick with the desperation flooding his veins. “I want to watch you.”
Her eyes flew open, and a flash of something dark and dangerous dashed through the eerie colors.
Tag stood, moving to the small table between them and lowering himself onto it. This allowed for a front row view, close enough he could see the slick juices now coating her index finger. He bit his tongue.
McKenna slowly pushed one finger inside, using her other hand to rub circles around her clit, those dick teasing moans increasing along with her breathing. She was so fucking hot, he wondered whether the smoke detectors would go off.
“That’s it, baby.” Lowering his voice, he kept his tone even, hopefully not revealing just how worked up he was by the live porn right there in his living room. “Do you like to fuck yourself?”
“Yes.” Her tone was bold and brazen, her eyes closed once again as she continued to finger herself, her head leaning back against the headrest of the sofa. “God, yes.”
Fuck.
“Don’t you dare come, McKenna.” The words came out strangled and harsh, but Tag couldn’t stop them.
“Make me come, Tag.” McKenna opened her eyes, and he could see the determination in them.
“I can’t touch you, darlin’,” he growled, wondering why the fuck he had come up with that idea in the first place.
“Can’t? Or won’t?”
“Stipulation of the contract, remember? No touching for twenty four hours.” Yep, he only had himself to blame for that dumbass inclusion.
“Then watch while I make myself come.”
Self-assured and shameless, that’s what McKenna was. And he fucking loved that about her. “Show me.”
His cock was throbbing insistently, begging for attention, even if by his own hand. Tag refused to give in. He might have fucking blue balls by morning, but he was not going to let her win. Not this time.
His eyes returned to where she was now thrusting two fingers deep inside her cunt, the fingers on her other hand pressing against her clit but no longer moving. “Come for me, McKenna. Fucking come for me, baby.”
That was all it took.
McKenna’s head thrashed back against the couch, her fingers thrust one final time before her legs closed, trapping her hands between them as her body spasmed. It was the sexiest fucking thing Tag had ever seen. And what he wouldn’t give to climb on top of her and ram his iron hard cock between those soft, supple thighs...
Sucking in a harsh breath, he managed to stand up, despite the discomfort.
By the time night rolled around, Tag had finally managed to coax his body back to normal or as close as he was going to get. It was difficult, but he managed.
McKenna had been engrossed in her laptop for the last hour allowing him to focus on other things. Like his job. Now that he’d taken care of the few fires, he was left with nothing else to focus on except her.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?” McKenna called from the sofa, not turning to look at him.
“My bed,” he answered easily. She’d have company too because there was no damned way his big body was going to fit on that little couch. “With me.”
The subtle hitch in her breathing made him smile. At least until he remembered that he vowed not to touch her. Granted, after eight o’clock tomorrow morning, all bets were off.
“Well, I think I’m going to turn in now if that’s ok with you.”
There wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be able to fall asleep, not after having his hormones scrambled and then fried for the better part of the day, but he was willing to try.
It was late, and they had a busy day tomorrow.
Until then, he was just going to suffer.