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  “Get your running gear on, let’s hit the pavement!”

  The sun was shining when they left her building but there was a chill in the air, definitely cooler than the day before. Mackenzie stretched her legs first then flexed her arms in front of her body. Nate’s eyes remained on her as he did the same. His almost black hair looked slightly lighter when the sun hit it but his eyes were still dark and intense, sending shivers through her body.

  “Lead the way,” he said, straightening up and taking a step toward her.

  “I usually run to Grant Park,” she replied, sweeping her arm out in that vicinity. He gave her a nod and took off in a gentle jog in that direction. “Hey! I thought you said I could lead.”

  She caught up to him in a couple of seconds. He gave her his flashy smile causing her heart rate to double. She tried to concentrate on her breathing and the path in front of her, instead of the man beside her, but it was impossible. She was highly aware of every single movement he made, every pound of his foot on the pavement, the sound of his breathing. Of course it didn’t help that she had left her iPod at home. She was used to running alone with her tunes.

  They fell into a steady rhythm in no time. And though she tried to hide it, Nate knew Mackenzie was watching him relentlessly from the corner of her eye. He knew because he was watching her just as closely. So close, in fact, he almost ran right onto the road at a busy intersection. He overstepped when he couldn’t take his eye off a small bead of sweat he saw run down her chest and disappear into her sports bra. While they waited for the lights to change he leaned into Mackenzie who quickly stopped her on the spot jogging as he neared.

  “I like this sweaty version of you.” He licked the side of her neck and she gasped. “Mmm. Yes, definitely more workouts are in order.”

  The lights changed and he took off across the road in a sprint, dodging pedestrians coming the other way. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Mackenzie was still frozen to the spot on the corner.

  “You coming?” he called, righting himself and increasing his pace. He didn’t turn to see if she was moving yet, he knew she’d been holding herself back and wasn’t at all surprised when she was beside him again. “Keep up will you?” he joked.

  “Funny, I thought it was you that needed to keep up with me!” she said, taking off. He didn’t try to catch up straight away, watching her was too engrossing. Her red sports bra and tiny black shorts left little to the imagination. Her dark pony tail swishing from side to side, became smaller as she distanced herself from him and he had to pull out all his reserve energy to catch her again.

  He matched her stride when he got back beside her and gave her a wink when she looked sideways at him. Her answering smile stole his breath. They continued their hard run until they reached Buckingham Fountain. Nate slowed to a jog to admire it.

  “I don’t come to this park nearly often enough,” he said with a heavy breath. “It’s one of my favorite spots in the city.” He vowed silently to himself to come back here with Mackenzie soon.

  Mackenzie was too busy slowing her breathing to reply, but offered a smile and a nod in acknowledgement. He shook his head to clear it, a smile playing on his lips.

  They circled the fountain before wordlessly heading back in the direction of Mackenzie’s apartment. They didn’t push as hard on the way back, but it wasn’t a slow run either; it was a run filled with smirks, elbow nudges, winks and a promise – the looks Nate gave her making his intentions clear – she was in for it when they got back to the apartment. Mackenzie was breathing heavy for reasons other than her morning exercise by the time they reached her building.

  They both did a couple of quiet stretches on the pavement before Nate shocked her by pushing her against the brick wall of the alcove at the entrance to her building. His body pushed into her so firmly that she struggled to catch her breath.

  His fingers tangled in her hair and pulled it tight, angling her head upwards so he could look down on her face. He nudged his thigh between hers as people continued to walk by on the street. They were hardly discreet and the thought of being caught had Mackenzie’s heart quickening even more.

  Nate’s lips hovered above her but he didn’t close the distance. He could feel her heart pounding hard and fast against his chest, her breasts squished and heaving between them.

  “You’re so sexy, Mackenzie.”

  His breath was warming her face and his eyes boring into hers. She focused on his lips when he licked them, her internal muscles clenching at the sight.

  “Let’s play a game,” he said, under a heavy breath.

  “A game?” Mackenzie smiled with excitement. “Okay.”

  “Say ‘no’ all you like, but I’ll only stop if you use the safe word. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she replied, compelled to again address him in that way. The pupils in Nate’s eyes dilated and he smiled, confirming that she’d got it right; that’s exactly what he wanted.

  “When I let go of you, I want you to run,” he panted. “I want you to fight me. Struggle like you don’t really want me as badly as I know you do.”

  Her body shivered in anticipation.

  “I need you and I need it hard.” He tugged on her hair to emphasize his point.

  “Yes, Sir.” She marvelled again at how he seemed to read her mind. Or is it my body he reads so well?

  He saw her wince when he again pulled her hair, but there was no mistaking the desire swimming in her eyes. She swallowed roughly and took a shaky breath before licking her lips in response. He bent his knees and pushed his cock up between her legs, the material of their clothing acting as a thin barrier between them.

  “You ready?” he whispered huskily and she nodded. “Pardon?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He couldn’t wait to drive himself into that hot wet pussy of hers. He opened the door to the building and waved Mackenzie in ahead of him. He slapped her ass as she passed and she yelped, her voice echoing up the stairwell.

  Mackenzie didn’t hesitate for more than a second before she was running from him. Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her ears. By the time she reached the top of the stairs all Mackenzie could think about was being taken, hard and fast by the man coming close behind her. She barrelled into the apartment, kicking off her shoes by the door, and made a quick dash for the bedroom, mentally kicking herself for being so boring and predictable. I should have run for the kitchen. The thought of Sir bending her over the dining room table, or the kitchen counter, and fucking her from behind spurred her forward.

  Nate slammed the door to the apartment, pulled his t-shirt over his head, tossed it to the floor and removed his shoes and socks, giving her a head start in the process.

  She felt his presence in the bedroom before she saw him. She ran to one corner of the room planning on faking him out, dodging him and running back to the kitchen. But he had her backed into that corner before she could blink. He was too quick and already had a hold of her before she could dodge him. She couldn’t help the huge grin that appeared on her lips at his touch, but when she saw the penetrating look in his eyes she remembered the game they were playing and tried to shrug his hands from her shoulders.

  “No,” she said, unconvincingly.

  He slipped his hands downwards and grabbed her forearms with force. He had her against the wall with a hard thump that left her winded. She froze for a moment, thinking of a plan of attack. He leaned into her, his head dipping towards her breasts but before his mouth made contact with her skin she was shoving at his chest with one hand and kicking him in the leg. He pushed her harder and lifted his chin. Mackenzie seized the opportunity; quickly tilting her head, she bit him on his exposed neck.

  Her teeth in his skin was enough of a distraction that she managed to free her arms. She ducked, but only got away from him for a second. He swung around, grabbed her by the waist and pushed her toward the bed. She squealed before landing with her face down, her legs dangling off the side. She pushed her ha
nds against the mattress, using the strength of her arms to lift her body.

  “Not so fast.” Nate knocked her arms from beneath her and she fell heavily back to the bed. Using his body weight to hold her in place, he managed to grab one of her wrists but she bucked him before he got a chance to grab the other. He twisted her arm behind her back, her legs slipping back to the floor.

  “No!” She bucked her hips again, feeling his hard cock against her ass as she did. She lost her footing on the floor and slipped down lower. She kept squirming underneath him until her thighs were off the edge too, making it harder for her to fight him. “Ugh!” She wriggled uselessly against his body. “No!”

  “Yes, Mackenzie,” he breathed into her neck. His stubble brushed roughly against her skin and she shivered. She was so damn turned on she couldn’t find it in her to fight. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  I don’t want to go anywhere, she thought, trying to garner the will to give him what he wanted, the game. His hand came between her legs and squeezed her hard. She moaned at the pleasurable pain. Squeezing her eyes shut, she again bucked her hips, her butt connecting harshly with his stomach this time. She heard the groan leave his lips so she did it again. His hold tightened on the wrist he had clasped against her lower back. Using her free arm she elbowed him in the chest.

  “So feisty! I love it,” he growled, grabbing hold of her free arm and bending it, too, behind her back. Using one hand he pinned her wrists together against her tailbone while he used his other hand to tug her shorts down, her underwear went with them, baring her plump white skin. He leaned forward and bit her ass cheek. She screamed but it barely disguised her giggle so he bit her again.

  “Ow!” She gasped, turning her head to the side, trying to see him over her shoulder.

  He stopped admiring the red marks he’d left behind on her ass and caught the smile on her lips. She was enjoying herself. He pushed her back up onto the bed then leaned forward to kiss her hungrily, both of them moaning as they ate at one another. With one hand, he pulled his own shorts down, freeing his cock. He slid it into her effortlessly, her wrists still bound in his hand and he began to thrust.

  He was fast. Pushing deep and rubbing her in just the right way. In no time, she forgot all about the fight she was meant to be giving. She couldn’t give a damn about it and, luckily, it seemed Sir had forgotten too. She tried to push back harder on his cock, wanting to feel even more of him, but he held her firmly in place.

  “You feel so fucking good, Mackenzie. The way your pussy squeezes around me … should be illegal to feel like this.”

  She cried out in ecstasy at his words and the feeling of him, his cock inside her, his heavy body pressing her into the mattress, his hands tightly holding her wrists between their bodies. She could barely catch a breath and she loved every goddamned second of it. She groaned when he stilled inside her.

  “Keep your hands where they are,” he instructed, letting her wrists go. “Don’t move.” He ran his hands slowly all over her body, setting a hot blazing trail along her skin. He rubbed her ass before slapping it, still refusing to move his cock that was wedged deeply inside her. The urge to move had never been stronger but as soon as her hips lifted even the tiniest bit he had his hands pushing her back in place.

  He slapped her ass again and she groaned. He felt the squeeze of her body around his cock. She was close to losing it but he wasn’t done yet. Oh no, he wasn’t even close to ending this. He lightly ran his fingers over the curve of her ass, onto her hands then up one arm. He watched the goose bumps that appeared on her flesh with fascination, and used all of his control to keep his body firmly, deep and motionless, inside her. He ran his other hand along her spine and she bucked ever so slightly. Winding his fingers in her long dark locks he tugged her head upward and, then, leaning down, he nipped her shoulder, her neck, licked below her ear and kissed his way along her beautiful cheek.

  His hand held her chin, his fingers spread across her cheek possessively, as the other tugged on her hair. Mackenzie felt so exposed, so at his mercy, and so incredibly close to climaxing as their lips connected and tongues flirted with one another. Even though his cock was anchored firmly, not moving at all, she was ready to burst, her body was shaking with desire and heat. It was nearing unbearable.

  “That’s it Mackenzie, give yourself over to me completely. Just feel.”

  He pulled back and thrust into her again before slipping out of her body completely. He gyrated his hips against her ass and rubbed his cock against her. Sliding up and down through her folds before rubbing against her most sensitive spot for not long enough, then moving away again.

  He pulled his shorts off the rest of the way, then Mackenzie’s shorts and panties that were still twisted against her calves, he peeled off her socks, while she stayed in place panting against the side of the mattress. He admired the sight of her for a moment.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous from every angle.” He urged her further up onto the bed by gripping her shoulder and the back of her head. She went willingly until she was in the center of the mattress.

  She sat up on her knees so she could lean against his hard warm chest when he repositioned himself behind her. He slid his hands under her sports bra from beneath and slowly lifted it from her body. His hands tender and light, making her shiver when the clothing went over her head.

  “Put your arms around my neck,” he instructed. She flexed her hands in front of her body before raising them above her head. It was a slow sensual dance they had going on as he leaned into her body and she bent her arms to connect her hands behind his neck, bringing his head and his mouth back to the skin of her shoulder. “Hold yourself up like that, papillon,” he whispered against her as he feathered kisses against her skin, “while I use your body for my pleasure.”

  His words warmed her from within. Being used for his pleasure meant she, too, would get plenty. Being with him was unlike anything she had ever experienced with any other man. She was beginning to really love being used by him. She could feel his knees on either side of hers, her legs tucked behind her. He gripped her hips as he moved back, then his cock delved between her slick folds. He stroked her slowly, making her wild. His hands slid from her hips to cup her breasts. He held them and gently used them to move her body, making it rub against his cock. The pleasure was overwhelming, yet not enough. She felt weak with desire, like she could fall into oblivion at any moment. She needed him inside her and she needed it badly. Over and over he thwarted her attempts to bend forward and angle her hips so he could slip inside her body and end his pleasurable torment. He was driving her crazy. Suddenly, she remembered the game she was supposed to be playing, withdrew her arms from behind his neck and fell forward on the bed.

  He’d lost himself in the feel of her, her perfectly shaped breasts that fit his hands just so, and the feel of her body sliding along his cock, that when she abruptly let go of him and scrambled away he was left a little dazed. She almost made it clear across the bed before he jumped on her back and again pressed her against the mattress. He lay the length of his naked body over hers. She squirmed beneath him, trying to get away.

  “Get off me!” she said, though he knew she didn’t mean it. With one quick movement he had his cock inside her tight body.

  “So wet, Mackenzie,” he murmured against her shoulder blade before licking it.

  “Yes!” she panted. “It feels so good.”

  He instantly stilled causing her to groan. Fuck, I shouldn’t have said that. She reprimanded herself for forgetting their game and again struggled underneath him. He lifted himself off her body, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass into the air. In one quick stroke he was taking her from behind again. Going even deeper than before, the new angle making her gasp. His hand came around her, gripping onto her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples. Her body began to shake as she tried to hold off her impending orgasm. Mackenzie tightly grasped the sheet and held on for dear life. She didn’t want it to end, it felt
so damn good.

  “Tell me you love it,” he said gruffly, near her ear.

  “No!”

  “Yes, Mackenzie, tell me how much you love having my cock inside you.” He increased his tempo and she gripped the sheets below her tighter.

  “No, get off me, oohhhh.”

  “That’s it.” He felt her inner muscles tightening around him.

  “No,” she gasped, making it sound more like a ‘yes’.

  “Yes, my butterfly. Tell me how it feels.”

  He slid his hands from her breasts. One moved to her hair, his fingers threading through it, the other slowly traced the curve of her body then slid between her legs. He pinched her clit then started rubbing it in circles.

  “Ahhh! Fuck!”

  “Tell me,” he demanded and she again tried to move away from him. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, increasing the tempo of both his hand and his cock. “Feel it babe.”

  Her whole body began to shudder with the term ‘babe’. Mackenzie moaned loudly and tried to hold off her climax but it was taking a strong hold and his relentless play of her body was overpowering.

  “Yes!” she called, giving in. “Oh fuck! Yes!”

  “Feel good?” he asked, before sinking his teeth into her shoulder.

  She nodded, squeezing her eyes shut as her body continued to spasm uncontrollably. “So fucking good!”

  He chuckled. “I love your dirty mouth.” He trailed kisses along her back as he slowly withdrew from her body. He rubbed his tip against her sensitive nub before roughly tugging her hair and thrusting back inside her. She screamed a garbled sound and he did it again. Slowly sliding all the way out and then slamming back into her before removing himself. He used his knees to nudge her legs wider, positioning himself between them he slid back into her.

  “No more. I can’t…” Her words trailed off into a moan.

  “You can. I’m not stopping until you come again, papillon.” He set into an even rhythm and Mackenzie was moaning in pleasure again in no time.