She met my grin, and did as I asked, rolling to her side as I climbed off her, then continued unpacking.
Kelsey must have been tired because her breathing had changed within minutes of closing her eyes. I loved watching her sleep. Something about her relaxed state was soothing and brought me comfort knowing she felt safe and cared for to sleep soundly.***
Lunch with my mother came in what felt like the snap of my fingers, and I found myself sitting in my car giving myself a pep talk before joining her at her favorite restaurant. Normally we’d sit outside, but the weather was bitter cold and snow was still on the ground.
“Don’t overthink this,” I murmured to myself, my hands sliding around the steering wheel. Taking another deep breath, I shut off the car and headed into the café. She was sitting at a table when I arrived, her back to me. Her dark hair was tied back into it’s perfect bun, her jSmall sized single showers weren’t intimidating to Mack Craft when he wanted sexy time together. You’d think I’d be gun shy when it came to shower sex considering I slipped and gauged my head the last time we messed around, but I was more than ready to have his hands on me. The close proximity made our time together all the more better.We crawled into bed after our thorough shower, Mack in sweats and me in one of his t-shirts, the heavy, Aztek designed quilt covering us both. Mack pulled me to his chest and tangled our legs together.He ran his fingers through my damn hair, taking turns between stroking and massaging. A softness was laced with his gaze, his brows relaxed as his eyes took me in. “Tell me about your day with my dad,” I asked him, wondering if the time he spent with him was partly why his temperament was easy.“It was eye-opening and much needed. I didn’t realize the reservations were so poverty stricken.&
One Month LaterKelseyI inhaled the fresh salty air, basking in the warm sun I’d desperately longed for. Winter in Ohio was rough, and when Mack surprised me with tickets to a resort in the Florida Keys, I was ecstatic.My skin was smooth and hungry for the rays while I laid on the cozy outdoor lounger next to our private pool that overlooked the beach. Mack had jumped in the pool to cool off, and I was enjoying the view of his defined shoulder blades and biceps while he swam.I’d been exhausted the past three months, and found a new bundle of energy when he’d given me the airline ticket. I was going to take advantage of our alone time, and the pulse that awakened between my legs was going to make up for all the nights I’d fallen asleep before getting lost in him.Mack never complained, if anything, he was coddling me, and I was eager to take care of him, and soon. He climbed out of the pool, his forearms flexing alon
MackThe day I had been planning for the past month was finally here, and although it didn’t go into motion until a month ago, I had imagined it happening since November. I’d dropped a pretty penny to make my vision become a reality, and with the help of Portia and my mother, Kelsey would be in awe and left speechless, and hopefully even more full of joy than she already was.I buttoned my light blue dress shirt while I stared at my sun kissed face in the mirror, still wondering if the past year had been a dream. It was on this day a year ago that I took the chance and closed the space between us in my office, opening a whole new world that neither of us expected to unravel. I was still just as hungry for her now as I was then, but now, I couldn’t live without her, and I was ready to take the final step to becoming fully committed.Kelsey came behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and resting his head between my shoulder blades. &ldquo
Seven Months LaterKelsey“Mrs. Craft, you’re glowing today!” Ms. Carmichael greeted, standing from her seat. She paced around her desk, taking me in from head to toe.I hadn’t been in the office in over a month due to the doctor’s orders. After our dash of a wedding with only a handful of people in attendance, bedrest was requested, and sitting around the apartment was causing me to go stir crazy.Ms. Carmichael crinkled her nose. “Does Mr. Craft know you’re coming to visit?”Holding up a container, I said, “No, I thought I’d bring him some lunch.” She chewed on her bottom lip, and I laughed. “Don’t worry, if he’s grumpy it’ll be geared towards me, not you.”She laughed, but the tension around her eyes proved she was timid toward calling him. I’d help with that. His eight months pregnant wife could interrupt his work.When I came in, the
The telltale sound of his zipper sent a shiver down my back. He blew air through his nose, and I knew he was stroking himself. I wanted to spin around and help him, but he kept a firm hand on my hip, then skidded it to the front of my thigh, urging me to sit back on him. Both his arms stabilized me now, steadying me while I hovered over his shaft.The tip of his cock brushed against my clit and I shifted backward, engulfing his length between my folds. I found a rhythm that rubbed the sensitive bud perfectly.“That’s it baby, move how you like,” he murmured, keeping himself from driving into me, but encouraged the gyration of my hips with his palms.My hands were set on his desk, leaning as far forward as I could, giving me the leverage I needed to keep a steady pace.He groaned, palming my belly. I covered his hand, feeling a bond between the four of us. If I were out of the moment or trying to explain it to someone, they wouldn’t get it,
“Kelsey, don’t forget Mr. Craft takes his coffee black.”I offered a pleasant nod toward the intern who’s been here for only six weeks. She threw a wink and tossed her pin straight blonde hair my way, then swayed her nearly six-foot perfect frame toward the conference room.My smile quickly flipped to a frown, holding in my eye roll to the best of my ability. I had been in this reception chair for almost two years, way longer than I’d planned. Knowing how my thick-head of a boss takes his coffee was a given.Another few interns my age pranced after her, their clothing precise and professional to fit their well-kept bodies. My brand new shift dress didn’t quite have the same effect when walking past any warm blooded males like theirs did. Maybe I was stuck behind the reception desk because my confidence wasn’t like theirs, or because Mr. Craft had a particular eye for his interns.Who all happened to be tall, thin, and beautiful.I was lucky to be chosen for the program at the most su
“That was terrible. Thank God no one else saw.”She held in her giggle. “I would have helped you before I started laughing.”“At least you would have responded. Mr. Craft barely noticed me sprawled out on the floor, let alone offered to help.”“Hence, he’s an asshole. He even glared at Gary when he didn’t call him by his last name. I don’t know how they became business partners.”I’d made that mistake before. Talk about if looks could kill. I was only complimenting him on his marketing strategy. Now, I leave my opinions to myself unless he asks for them. Which was rare, and hardly ever taken seriously.She snickered before she spoke. “Although, if I were in a power house marketing position, I probably wouldn’t like to be called Mackenzie either.”“Well, the one time I called him by his first name, I said Mack. Maybe he got so pissed off because I didn’t use the full version.”“I think Mack is a pretty masculine name,” Timothy offered. He wasn’t one to gossip or talk negatively about a
Craft didn’t take his attention away from his screen. “Thanks, Leslie. You can head home for the day.” His dismissal was curt, and the young intern attempted not to look crushed. She looked well put-together, but that still didn’t mean anything. I’d seen many girls leave his office still in one piece, but sporting the glow one can only get from an orgasm.Leslie waited for Mr. Craft to turn and acknowledge her leaving, but he never took his focus from his screen. She lifted her chin as she walked by me, her emerald green eyes sparkling as if she was in a higher place than I was. I gave her as pleasant of a smile as I could in passing.Craft rolled in his chair to a stack of papers, thumbing through them while I stood like a moron in the threshold of his office.“Are you ready to go over the presentation for tomorrow?” I finally asked, stepping into his room and directly across from his shiny black desk. His jacket was off and draped over his chair. One hand was on his forehead while