Chapter Eighty-Eight

“You’re the only woman allowed in my office,” he repeated, running his nose along my jaw. “The only woman allowed on my conference table.”

“I better be,” I hushed against his ear, biting down on the soft skin to contain my moan. For as confident as I was, Mack knew I had insecurities when it came to other women making advances on him. He was gorgeous and successful; flocks of women were always throwing themselves at him.

His arm began to thrust deeper inside of me, his fingers taking control over mine. His hands brought out the best orgasms, along with other appendages.

“Do you have one?” I asked out of breath.

His brows furrowed slightly while he analyzed my question, then smirked when the lightbulb clicked on in his head.

Our mouths connected, our tongues mimicking the movement of our hands. The sensation was excellent, but I wanted more. I needed him inside of me. Reading my mind, he let go of the nape of my neck and reached into his pants pocket.

I grinned against his lips when