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Jesus, her inner muscles pulse, bathing me with wetness, coaxing the fucking cum right out of me.
I rip my mouth from hers and bury my face in her neck. My hips go wild as I ram into her, spearing her with my cock, working her through her orgasm.
“Your pussy wants all I’ve got,” I pant against her, not even sure my words are coherent. All I know is her inner muscles are working me like a motherfucker, intent on drawing out every drop I’ve got to give.
“Fuck…Mackenzie…JesusChrist.” My body goes rigid before I shudder violently, spilling the rest of my cum inside her.
My chest heaves against hers, and when she turns her face toward me, I take her mouth in a kiss that just…feels different. Like we’re both trying to communicate something we’re afraid to say out loud.
“…this is all we’ll have.”
If this is all we’ll have—this brief time together—then I’m gonna make sure she remembers this. That she’ll remember me.
’Cause I damn sure will always remember Mackenzie Ford.
45
HIM
“We need to eliminate her next.”
I refuse to avert my attention from my observations. “I’m the one who determines that, and I haven’t made that call.”
He’s been forgetting his place more and more often lately, which means he’ll most likely be the one who’s eliminated next.
“But—”
My grip tightens on my fountain pen, and I grit my teeth. “I’ve just given you my answer.”
He finally picks up on my barely disguised irritation. “Yes, sir.” A moment later, the door falls closed behind him, leaving me ensconced in peaceful silence.
My gaze rests on the sight of the young woman, and a slow smile unfurls.
She has no idea what’s in store for her.
46
MAC
Tuesday
late afternoon
“I think that’s everything.” I scan the wall of bins holding various parts before addressing the young girl. “Did I totally overwhelm you?”
Annalee gives her head a rapid shake. “Not at all.” She rocks back on her shoes, her arms banded at her front, and it brings attention to how thin she is.
“There are snacks in the break room, so help yourself to them.” As if on cue, her stomach rumbles loudly. She immediately winces, her face turning bright red.
“Come on.” I tip my head, gesturing for her to follow me into the break room. “Let’s grab a quick snack, and then you can get started on organizing my shit.”
In the break room, I open one of the cabinets and grab a foot-long beef stick and a snack bag of pretzels. I hand them to her, and she offers me a shy, “Thank you.”
“No problem. Now, I’ve got to get back to work on that Malibu out there. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, again, Mac. I really appreciate it.”
I give a little wave and stride out into the garage, where the Chevrolet Malibu waits on me like a bad fucking penny. I glare at it, dread pooling in my gut, because this car has been a bitch to try and disassemble.
