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She laughed softly. “You make it sound so easy.”
“It is easy,” Mac murmured, shifting closer to her. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a soothing, intimate one. “You’ve handled tougher situations than this.”
Mac knew exactly how to help her let go of the tension and fears that sat just below the surface. He knew how to shift her focus away from the speech and all the people she would encounter onto something else. Something only he could give her.
He slid his hand further up her thigh until his fingertips grazed her lace panties. His touch was deliberate and slow. Jessie’s breath hitched, her body responding even though she was caught up in her thoughts.
“Mac…” she whispered, a mix of hesitation and need in her voice. “What are you doing? We can’t. The gala,” she whispered. Her breathing started to become faster as he gently pressed against her covered pussy.
“Yes, the gala,” he agreed, his lips brushing lightly against the shell of her ear. “But right now, it’s just you and me.”
Jessie’s body tensed, then softened as his fingers lightly traced the edge of her panties.
He could feel the shift, the way her breathing changed as her focus moved from the evening’s activities to him and what he was doing to her.
Mac leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck, his voice barely above a whisper. “Forget about everything for now. Just focus on how you feel with me touching you.”
Jessie’s eyes fluttered closed, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths as she let herself melt into his touch.
She tried to close her legs, but that only made Mac smile.
“Open your legs, sunshine. I want to feel how wet you are for me,” he whispered as he kissed her neck.
Her legs widened, and Mac slipped his fingers under her panties and pressed lightly against her clit, pulling her further into the moment. He could feel her pulse quicken beneath his fingertips, her body leaning into his in anticipation.
“You feel that?” Mac murmured. His voice thick with desire. “That’s how I want you to focus. On us. On what we have.”
Jessie nodded, her breath catching as his hand explored more, pushing her closer to the edge. He could feel her surrendering to him, the way her body relaxed into his touch, how her mind was no longer filled with worries about the speech or the gala.
But as she got closer to that edge, Mac slowed, pulling back just enough to leave her wanting more. He wasn’t going to let her fall into that bliss just yet. Not until she was completely lost in the moment with him.
Jessie’s eyes fluttered open, her lips parted in frustration. “Mac…” she breathed a hint of desperation in her voice.
He grinned, leaning in to kiss her softly, keeping her on the edge. “Not yet,” he whispered against her lips. “I want you to remember this feeling. Let it carry you through tonight. And after the gala, I promise we’ll finish what we started. However, since I can’t follow you around with my fingers buried in your pussy, I brought along something that I thought would help.”
Her brows furrowed, but as he removed the small, bright blue pocket vibrator from his suit jacket, her eyes widened in realization.
Jessie’s gaze locked with his, the nervousness from earlier now completely replaced by a new kind of anticipation. She wasstill on the brink, still teetering between release and restraint, and he loved seeing her like this—vulnerable but so incredibly strong.
He gently tapped her leg, and she adjusted her dress so she could widen her thighs.
Mac dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Move your panties, sunshine.”
Never breaking eye contact with him, she slowly moved her hand down to the lacey material and pulled it to one side. Mac’s mouth watered at the sight of her bare pussy. The urge to take her right there was tempting.
He could see how wet she was, and because of that, he was able to slide the toy inside her with ease. The ridged edges of the device sliding in her channel against her delicate tissue caused her to moan.
She hadn't felt anything yet, he thought to himself, knowing that the vibrator may be small, but it had five speeds on it.
“You’re not playing fair,” she pouted, her voice still breathless, knowing that at any time, he could bring her to the edge again.
Mac smiled, fixing her dress and lifting himself back in his seat. “You’re going to knock them dead tonight. And afterward, you’re mine,” he told her, kissing her lightly on the lips.
Jessie’s cheeks flushed, but she smiled back at him, and he could tell that everything she had been anticipating about tonight—the speech, the people- had been forgotten for now. And that was exactly what Mac wanted.
As the limo pulled up to the hotel, Mac leaned in and kissed her lightly, being sure not to mess up her lip gloss since she had just reapplied it. But the kiss was a promise to her that more was to come later.
