Say Yes

Before I could register that he’d moved, Walker’s hands were on me, hauling me toward him. And then I was being lifted off my feet as he tossed me over his shoulder literal caveman-style. I shrieked as my legs dangled down one side of his body and my arms dangled down the other. He held me in place with large, firm hands as he spun and strode purposefully down the hall.

It was hard to get my bearings upside down, but I recognized the tasteful office where I’d first seen Walker when I showed up to clean. I heard a loud noise as the door slammed shut behind us, and suddenly, his large palm slipped under the hem of my coat, squeezing and massaging my ass cheek.

He slapped it lightly, and I yelped in surprise, another surge of wetness flooding my panties.

“Jesus, Macks. I can fucking smell you.”

His voice was tight, and he slapped my other cheek before setting me down on my feet. Still wearing the same intense look, he stepped back, raising his eyebrows in a challenging gesture.

Ah. He wanted to see what I’d brought him.

The elevator mishap was so far from my mind now that I could’ve sworn it’d happened to someone else. I didn’t feel silly or awkward at all. I felt powerful and sexy as hell as Walker’s gaze devoured me. I undid the belt on the coat, opening it slowly before letting it drop to the floor.

An agonized groan rumbled from Walker’s throat, and he walked toward me with deliberate steps. Cupping my face in both hands, he leaned down to kiss me, the gesture surprisingly tender given his recent cold shoulder.

Our kiss deepened and lengthened, going on and on until I was gasping for breath, every nerve in my body tingling. Maybe Alex had been right. Maybe this was exactly what we needed to shock us out of the recent awkwardness.

The fancy lingerie I’d worn didn’t last long against Walker’s raw, unfiltered desire. The torn pieces ended up strewn over his chair, over his desk, over a lamp, as his lips worshipped every inch of my body.

We ended up sprawled on the floor behind his desk, and when I finally tore Walker’s clothes off and pulled him closer, he sank into me as though it was a homecoming.

And it felt like that to me too.

Him buried inside me, nothing between us.

This was how we were meant to be. Wasn’t it?

He fucked me for a long time, switching from hard and fast to slow and deep, circling his hips as he pressed against my clit, never letting either of us reach our climax. As if he never wanted to stop, never wanted this to end.

But it was too good, the feelings sparking between us too intense for either of us to hold them off forever. When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I clutched his shoulders, digging my heels into his ass as I convulsed around him, sobbing out my release.

“Walker… I’m… Oh, God!”

“Fuck, Mackenzie! Fuck!”

I saw—I felt—the moment when he lost his battle too. His cobalt blue eyes darkened, his lids drooping as his face contorted with an almost pained look. He slammed into me with hard, uneven thrusts, and the tendons on his neck stood out as a deep groan spilled from his lips. His warmth flooded me, sending me spiraling into another orgasm that rose up on the heels of the first.

Our bodies both seemed to melt as the tension bled from them, and Walker collapsed on top of me, his deep, heavy breaths stirring my hair.

I kept my legs wrapped around him, brushing my fingers gently up and down his back, relishing the relaxed feel of his shoulders. When he finally rolled off me with a satisfied groan, he flipped over onto his back and pulled me to him, tucking me into the crook of his arm.

And if I was honest with myself, there was nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.

18

Walker

We lay on the floor beside my work desk, sweaty and satisfied. I held Mackenzie in my arms. My mind was a torrent of chaotic thoughts.

This felt so fucking right.

It shouldn’t.

We shouldn’t have done this here—but it was hard to keep my hands off Mackenzie when so much of her already occupied my mind and my heart. When I’d walked into the hall and seen Macks bent over near the elevator, her perfectly round ass on display like that, the skimpy black g-string only highlighting the curves and dips of her form, my cock had sprung to attention so fast I’d almost passed out from blood loss to the brain.

And when I’d realized what was going on—both that Mackenzie had come to the office dressed like that to see me, and how she’d managed to get herself completely twisted up in her own coat—my heart had swelled almost painfully in my chest.

Goddamn, she was funny, even when she didn’t mean to be.