“Macy–”
“Jaxon–” They spoke at the same time.
“You first,” he said, leaning against his headboard.
She treated him to a forced smile. “Listen, this was great and all.”
Great? he wondered. How about explosive? Mind-blowing? Anything bigger and better than great.
“I really needed a night for myself,” she went on, speaking quickly. “But it can’t happen again. And there’s no need to tell anyone. Especially Bri. No one needs to know.”
He blinked. She was giving him the blow-off speech? In all his years since Katie, he’d done the walking away. He couldn’t say he liked how it felt being on the receiving end, but at least Macy had made his life easier.
“Agreed?” she asked, her cheeks pink again, embarrassed and nothing like the seductress he’d seen last night.
He nodded. “Agreed. But at least let me walk you out.” His mother had raised him to be a gentleman, and he followed that rule as best he could, depending on the woman and the circumstances.
She nodded.
After climbing out of bed, he pulled on a pair of sweats, his trousers from last night probably still on the floor in the kitchen. That thought brought memories of her sucking the come off her finger. His cock jerked and he willed the sucker not to make its presence known.
Entering the kitchen behind her, he saw she’d folded his clothes and placed them on the counter. She’d also found cleaner and had sprayed down the granite surface, the container and paper towels also sitting out.
“I couldn’t figure out which was your garbage,” she said, face adorably flushed.
“Thank you.” He placed a hand on her lower back, and his body buzzed at the contact.
Holy shit, what was it with this woman? He needed to get her out of here immediately. He stepped in front of her and led her to the garage, opening the door and hitting the button on the wall.
They reached the car and she turned to face him. He could see her struggling with some internal thought.
Finally she said, “Last night really was incredible.” Leaning over, she pressed her mouth to his, swiping her tongue over his lips, the kiss lasting longer than he thought she’d planned.
Then she ducked her head and climbed into the car, immediately starting the engine, then reversing and driving away as fast as she possibly could.Chapter ThreeThank God Hannah wasn’t coming home until this afternoon, because Macy needed the time to pull herself together and process last night. She had a huge project she needed to work on today. As a web designer, she made her own hours, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have deadlines. Whether she’d be able to focus or not was another story.
She barely recognized the woman she’d been with Jaxon. She’d been open and sexual and she’d never be the same again. But she needed to shower, sit down to work, and put it behind her, all of which she did. Then, with a glass of iced tea and her laptop open, she settled in. But instead of being able to design, her mind was full of memories of him pounding into her, giving her pleasure and taking his own, along with the delicious aches and pains in her body that reminded her of every moment with Jaxon Prescott.
She was still staring at a mostly empty screen when Hannah came home from her friend’s, dropped off by a parent. She left her overnight bag in the laundry room and walked into the kitchen, where Macy sat, still trying to work.
“Hi. How was your night at Holly’s?” Macy asked.
“Fine.” Hannah opened the pantry, pulled out a box of cereal, grabbed milk from the fridge, and sat across from Macy as she poured herself a bowl.
Instead of making conversation, Hannah shoved spoonful after spoonful into her mouth, her focus on her cell phone. Instagram was her app of choice, and Macy knew better than to interrupt her every-five-minute check for likes.
After a few minutes of silence, Macy’s creative energy kicked in, and she started to work, diving into a new premise she thought her client, a restaurant owner, would love.
“Holy shit! You’re Insta-famous!” Hannah said loudly, staring at her screen.
“What are you talking about?” Macy had her own Instagram account and opened the app. “What are you looking at?”
“TNZ says you spent the night at Jaxon Prescott’s, the baseball player, and there’s a picture of you doing the walk of shame after. I don’t know whether to say eew or be impressed,” Hannah said, her eyes wide.
Macy searched TNZ and found the photo. She stood by her car in Jaxon’s driveway wearing last night’s wrinkled dress, her hair a ratty mess, Jaxon in the sweats he’d pulled on to walk her outside. The photographer must have been well hidden, because neither one of them had seen him, or she never would have initiated the kiss that got caught on camera.