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“You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn,” she said, hiking up her dress and removing her panties and the vibrator.

Mac’s eyes flashed with desire seeing her pussy, and his hands moved to her waist, pulling her onto his lap. His laughter faded into something softer, more intimate.

“I promised you that I would take care of you, didn’t I?” His voice was low and husky, filled with her same desire.

Jessie nodded, her fingers brushing over the bare skin of his chest as she lowered herself onto his awaiting cock. She moaned, loving how he stretched her channel. Their connectionwas electric. This wasn’t just about physical desire. It was about the emotional bond they shared, the way they fit together so effortlessly.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” Jessie whispered, her hand moving to cradle his face as she moved up and down his shaft. “God, Mac. You feel so good,” she breathed as she leaned in and captured his lips.

Mac’s eyes darkened with a mix of love and desire, his hands tightening around her hips as he thrust up into her. He deepened the kiss. It was slow at first, but the intensity built with each passing second, their hands exploring, their bodies coming together.

Jessie’s heart pounded as she let herself get lost in the moment. She looped her arms around Mac’s neck, holding on as he pounded into her. She kissed and sucked on his neck, smiling when she pulled a few moans from him.

“Ride me, sunshine. Take what you want,” he encouraged her.

Suddenly, she felt her stomach flutter. It was a sign her release was close. Mac must’ve been nearing his, too, because his breathing quickened, and his thrusts became more powerful as he slammed her down on his cock. She just hung on for the ride, chasing her release until that spring that had been wound so tight suddenly snapped, sending her into another world.

“Oh, shit! Mac!” she screamed out as her orgasm claimed her, sending her spiraling into an abyss of ecstasy.

“Fuck, Jessie! That’s it, sunshine, soak my cock,” he moaned as he stilled, emptying himself into her.

Jessie didn’t move, staying impaled on Mac’s cock. Her heart was pounding. Her dress clung to her body from the sheen of sweat covering her body.

Finally, when she felt like she could think, she pulled away and found Mac smiling at her.

“That was amazing,” she said, a smile tugging at her lips. She ran her fingers through his thick hair. He, too, was covered in sweat.

Mac barked out a laugh. “It sure as hell was.” He slid his hand up her back and hugged her.

Smiling, she leaned in and kissed him. “We should get cleaned up,” she suggested.

“We should,” Mac said, reaching for a box of tissues and helping her clean up.

Just as they both looked somewhat presentable, the car stopped. Jessie glanced out the window and was thankful that the driver had taken them to the entrance inside the underground parking garage. If anybody saw their appearance, there was no doubt they would know what she and Mac had been doing.

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Mac stepped out of the limo, his shirt still half-unbuttoned, a playful grin gracing his lips as he glanced at Jessie. The cool night air did nothing to cool the heat between them, especially after their little escapade in the back of the limo. Not that he was complaining. He was more than satisfied and actually shocked by Jessie’s aggressiveness, which was a huge turn-on.

Jessie stepped out of the car behind him. Her face was flushed, and she looked equal parts amused and disheveled. Her dress was slightly askew, and she was carrying her heels. Not to mention, her hair had come loose from the clips holding it in place.

He grinned, loving the just fucked look on her.

He held out his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“You know, you didn’t give me much of a chance to enjoy the ride fully,” Mac teased, tugging her close as they walked toward the private elevator. “You took control back there.”

Jessie smirked, still catching her breath from everything that had just happened. She raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t hear you complaining.”

Mac’s grin widened. “Oh, trust me, I wasn’t. But now…it’s my turn.”

As soon as the elevator doors opened, he pulled her inside and pressed the penthouse button. When the doors slid closed, Mac’s hand slipped around her waist as he pulled her close. The small space suddenly felt electric.

Jessie glanced up at him, her lips quirking in a half-smile, half-challenge. “We still have seventy-some floors to go.”

Mac’s fingers tightened around her waist. “Do you think I’m going to wait that long?”

The next moment, Mac had her pinned against the wall, his hands resting on either side of her. His eyes were dark with a playful intent.

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