Marie Harte - Working Out

She understood and had to smile. She liked his creativity. “But this is sexual harassment, Mr. Jameson,” she said, keeping her voice low.

“You’re damn right it is. Get over here.”

God, he looked so thick and hard. She scurried to his side, hoping no one would knock on the door. “But I’m so gross, and I—”

He turned her onto her belly over the desk and yanked down her shorts and underwear. Without giving her a chance to refuse, he angled between her legs and rested just inside her pussy.

“Wet for me. I like that. But not too wet. Hmm, this may hurt.” The bastard continued to push, grunting as he worked his way inside her.

Bent over with her legs pressed together, she felt too tight, too helpless to resist as his fat cock stretched her. At the thought of such vulnerability, she grew wetter.

“There we go. My naughty employee wants to keep her job, doesn’t she?” he growled.

“Yes, Sir.”

“That’s right,” he bit out as he sawed in and out of her, excitement taking its toll on his restraint. “Would you do anything to keep your job?”

“Yes, anything,” she breathed.

“Like what? Tell me.”

As she came up with all kinds of scenarios, he thrust faster. She liked his desperation, because too often he took his time while she writhed, caught up in his talented, beautiful body.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” he said in a low voice. “God, Maggie. I can’t stop. Gotta fill you all up. Yes,” he hissed as he pumped again and stilled, coming while she groaned her frustration. “Hold on, damn it.”

He reached around her and played with her clit, and before she knew it, she’d spasmed around him, her orgasm powerful, the more so because she fought to keep silent.

When she’d climbed down from such pleasure, she felt him withdraw and return to her with something between her legs.

“Sorry, but consider your workout towel needing a good wash.”

“Whatever.” She moaned at the tingling in her limbs. Mac’s sexual prowess left her limp and sated, every time. She knew how rare that was, and how that track record would probably fade with time. Yet being near him, feeling so close, went beyond sex.

“Only thing better than this would be you wearing those earrings and that corset while I did you on the desk.” He chuckled. “Now that would be something to see.”

She turned in his arms and waited while he set her clothing to rights.

“You’re all sweaty,” she complained. “You should take off more clothes next time.”

“Hussy.” He grinned down at her, and she wanted to tell him how she felt, scared yet excited to confess her feelings. Except she’d want to spend more time with him after she confessed her love, and she had a plane to catch. Tomorrow.

She swallowed hard, aware she should have told him before now. “Mac?”

“What’s up?” He sat back in his chair and laced his hands behind his head, keeping her caged between his knees.

If there was any good time to tell him, it was now, when he had that happy glow in his eyes. “I have something to tell you.”

“Yeah?”

“In my defense, no one knows this yet. Not even Shelby.”

He sat straighter in his chair. “Spit it out.”

“A few days ago I got a call from Kim. That guy from Philly, Evan Stringer? The artsy guy who was interested in my stuff? Well, he flew out here early since he has family in the area, and he stopped by The Beholder.”

“And?”

“He wants my art. All of it! I gave him the rest of my pieces, and I’m flying out to Philadelphia tomorrow to spend a few days going over details about a showing and what he thinks he can do for my career. Corporate sales, fancy corporations that have money, I mean. This could be my big break. My dream.”

Mac didn’t say anything for a moment. “So you’re going out to Philly with this guy?”

She couldn’t gauge his tone, but he sounded less than happy for her. “Mac?”

“Sorry, I just… It’s a surprise. I’m happy for you, Maggie.” He stood up and took her in his arms.

She hugged him back. “I’ve been dreaming about being a real artist forever. I mean, I know I’m real, but to make a living doing it would be fantastic. Kim says that Evan’s legitimate. But that I should have a lawyer look over contractual stipulations, which I will. She gave me a contact to talk to. But Mac, he wants to buy my work. To sell to other people!”

He stepped back and crossed his arms over his chest. “When did you get the news?”

Uh oh. “A few days ago.”

He frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. It didn’t feel real. I mean, the guy could renege. He could be some lecher who just wants to get in my pants.” When he opened his mouth to retort, she stopped him. “But he’s not. I didn’t just go off Kim’s word. I inquired online and spoke to a few friends in the art world, some prominent instructors who’ve heard of him. I mean, it’s commercial, but it’s my art. More than selling to galleries but to big firms who pay big money. I’m so excited.”

“Excited, yet you didn’t want to tell me because…? Tell the truth, Maggie.”

She sighed. “Because I didn’t want to be a failure if it turned out he was pulling my leg. Aren’t you happy for me?”

“Yeah, I guess. Hell, I’m sorry. I just… I’ll miss you when you go. That’s all.”

A huge admission, and his honesty eased the pain that he might not support her. “I’ll miss you too. I don’t think I’ll be back for New Years.” She took a leap. “But do you think you could fly out there to be with me? It would mean a lot. I know it’s last minute and won’t be cheap, but I’d like you to be there if you can come.”

Mac looked away, and his jaw clenched. “It’s a busy time now. I’d like to go, but right after New Years is when we get our crush. All the idiots making resolutions show up like gangbusters. I’ll need to be here.”

She felt the tension between them but couldn’t help it. “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before. I’m still scared this isn’t real, if you want the truth. I’ve worked so hard to get to this point.” She touched his shoulder, but he remained on edge.

He smiled at her, but he didn’t look that happy. “So are you thinking of moving out East?”

“Honestly, I’m not thinking beyond signing a contract. That’s if his original offer is still good.” But Trevor is here, my life is here. You’re here, she wanted to add, but Mac’s attitude made her think twice. If she started spouting the idea of a more permanent relationship with Mac, she might scare him off. He was already annoyed she hadn’t told him her good news when she’d learned of it. She’d do better to wait until he was happy to sprout how much she loved him. And , a part of her added, you want to see how he reacts when you’re gone. Will he miss you? Does he care as much as you think he does? “Who knows what the future will bring?”

“Yeah, who knows,” he muttered. He shrugged and grabbed his workout bag. “Well, I concede you beat me.” His grin made her feel worse, not better. “I’m beat, and I have some early work tomorrow. I’ll see you later then, okay?” He kissed her briefly before urging her toward the door.

Something had changed between them, and she didn’t like it but couldn’t help it. If Mac didn’t want her to pursue her dream, he couldn’t be the man she thought he was. But he’d always seemed to support her before. She didn’t know what to think, Maybe he was still pissed she hadn’t confided in him before, and he might have a right to being annoyed. After their recent closeness, if something monumental had happened to him and he hadn’t told her about it, she’d be upset with him.