He picked her up in one smooth movement, her legs wrapping around his waist, and yanked open the door to the gym. Mackenzie leaned her head down and planted kiss after scorching kiss against the salty skin of his neck.
“Where are you taking me?” she murmured. “To put me in my place? I’d love to see it.”
It was too much.
He turned a sharp corner into a secluded alcove and pressed her back against the wall, taking her chin in his hand. “I’ll put you in your place,” he warned, and her eyes went wide. She squirmed in his grip until he pinned her with another kiss so fierce she bit him back and he tasted blood.
Mackenzie’s eyes blazed, and Issam’s soul was on fire. His cock pressed painfully against her, and he stepped back, creating enough space for her to plant her feet on the ground. The moment she had her balance, he turned her around, pressing her palms against the cement wall, and hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her stretchy capris.
It took one good yank to have them down around her knees, and Mackenzie fought against them to spread her legs as Issam ran a hand down her throat and over her breasts. He shoved his shorts down, his cock springing free, and Mackenzie rose up on tiptoe. He leaned in and pressed a hot kiss to the side of her neck, and she wriggled back into him. “Yes.” Her voice was low and sultry. “Yes. Please—yes.”
“Who’s the winner now?” He said into her ear, the head of his cock nudging up against her entrance. She was so wet. There wasn’t time, but then—of course there was time. They’d bought themselves so much time. He reached around in front of her and played his fingertips around her swollen clit.
Mackenzie was beside herself. He could see her struggle in the lines of her arched back. Stay on tiptoe, or press herself forward against his hand? He circled her clit and added pressure, stroking and stroking. She was so wet she was dripping down his shaft, and on his next circle, he pushed himself inside of her.
It was an inch. Maybe two. But she reacted like she’d been struck by lightning, spreading her legs wide, forcing her ass back against him. “More,” she breathed.
“More?” He teased her clit again, then reached down lower to stroke along where they were joined. “Demands aren’t going to be enough, Mackenzie.”
She was rocking helplessly between his body and the wall, trying for more pressure on her clit, trying for more of him in her body, and he could feel her frustration.
It was delicious.
“More please,” she said.
“That’s not going to do it, either.” He kept his voice calm, detached, but his self control was wound so tight it was about to snap. “Say the magic words.”
Mackenzie let loose a growl of frustration, and her body tensed. “You win, Issam.” Her voice echoed through the alcove. “You win. Please.”
That was enough to set him free.
He rammed into her with all his strength, using both hands to pull her hips back. She mewled a little at the loss of his fingertips but pulled one hand from the wall, dipping it between her legs. Her pussy clenched around him as she stroked herself, and it was so hot that he couldn’t stand it. He needed more of it. He let go of her hip and brought one hand down on top of hers so he could feel the way she played and teased her body.
Issam had never met a woman like this in his life. One who was so utterly confident that she would do this while he was fucking her. She wanted him—needed him—but she was taking control of her pleasure.
“Make yourself come,” he commanded. Mackenzie shuddered and tensed, her hand moving furiously, and he had to take his own hand away to brace them both for what was to come.
His body tightened, wound itself into a coiled spring, and then, as Mackenzie’s orgasm broke over her, he came too, hot and pulsing inside of her.
She leaned back against him, her skin glowing with sweat and exertion, and raised one hand to curl it around his neck. Mackenzie was a lot shorter than he was, so she could barely reach, but the sweetness of it after the animal energy of their fucking was almost too much to bear.
He knelt down behind her and pulled up her panties and capris.
It was only then that Issam stopped to see if any of his men had returned.
The training center was deserted.
“Shower?” Mackenzie asked, still catching her breath.
“I’ll race you,” said Issam, and then she was off like a shot.
He followed her, knowing he’d won.
9
Issam carried that sweet taste of victory with him for a full five hours before Mackenzie was back at it again. Dressed to the nines in a sharp black skirt suit that made him hungry for more of her and smiling that wicked smile of hers.
She wanted in on the negotiations.