Page 63 of Mac Meyers Needs Me

Mac

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Please wear this always when we’re alone.

You are literally my wet dream right now.

Fee

It’s because of the socks, isn’t it?

Mac

It’s the whole fucking thing. It’s you in my shirt wearing shorts and socks and looking so damn sexy.

Can I call you?

Fee

Of course.

She answers halfway through the first ring.

“You have no idea how much I wish I was in Toronto right now.”

“What would you do if you were?” Fee’s soft, sultry voice does unholy things to me.

“I’d be in your bedroom, that’s for damn sure.”

“Would you have me under you again?”

“Fuck yeah. I’d be making you come again without even touching you.”

She sighs. “I can’t stop thinking about how good it felt, or how much I loved waking up in your arms.”

“Me, too.” My cock kicks behind my fly. “Except this time I’d make you come with my fingers.”

“Oh God, yes, please,” she groans.

“I’d take my time, wouldn’t I?”

“You’d tease me,” she laments.

“Mm. I’d savor, there’s a difference,” I murmur. “I’d slip my fingers inside your sleep shorts and swallow down your sexy little whimpers while I find out how soft you are.”

“Mac.”

“That’s how I want you to say my name all the time.”

“Oh God. I wish you were here so you could touch me.”

“When I get home and it’s just us, I’ll take care of you,” I promise.

“Tomorrow feels like forever from now,” she whispers.

I swallow down my nerves. “What if you didn’t have to wait until tomorrow? What if I talked you through it right now? Would you make yourself feel good for me?”

She sucks in a sharp breath. “Only if you’ll do the same.”