Blackmailed into the Billionaire's Bed(30)

She came wonderfully, magically, and then she came again and again, each time with a ferocity and intensity matching or even surpassing the magnificent storm that still raged around them.

By the look on Mac’s face, he enjoyed giving her pleasure as much as she enjoyed receiving it. After intently studying each other’s emotional reactions for what seemed an eternity, he finally threw back his head and released inside her with a shudder that transferred from his body to hers, as his muscular two hundred-pound frame ground her into the unforgiving tiles around the overflowing pool. As he orgasmed, he kissed her lips with an intensity that showed her that the money, which had once seemed so important, now meant nothing to him.

As he lay with his head nestled in the crook of her neck, and despite her obvious discomfort, she welcomed his weight on top of her. His breathing was as fast as hers, and although out of sync to begin with, it soon matched her own. This feeling of oneness with Mac pleased her immensely, and for now at least, worries about Ashley’s safety receded slightly in her mind.

Kendall still felt his cock twitching inside her as their bodies lay blissfully entwined. The sex had been wonderful, and right now, she felt wonderful, too. When she opened her eyes and stared up into the night sky, she noticed the worst of the storm had now passed. Its passion and anger, now replaced with a refreshing serenity that made it feel good to be alive. Enjoying the irony, she smiled. Mother Nature and herself seemed to share the same crazy mix of emotions.

As he started to slip from her, Kendall wrapped her arms around him even more tightly than before. “Stay. Don’t go, Mac.”

He kissed her cheek. “I’ve got to, honey, or I’ll crush you. The tiles around the pool are rock hard.”

She couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his choice of words. “Rock hard, just like your cock was.”

He laughed, too. “Just like my cock still is, honey.” And to prove his point, she felt his huge dick twitch inside her once more before he finally slid it from her.

Kendall immediately missed the way he filled her pussy so completely, but was grateful for the relief it gave her back and ass. As she started to sit up, she instantly realized the effect the unyielding limestone surface had on her joints.

“Mac, that was something else. You were something else, but next time let’s do it someplace more comfortable.”

“You got it, honey.” With a knowing wink, he lifted her from the ground as though she weighed nothing. Cradled in his arms, she stared up at him with even greater admiration as he strode purposefully toward his magnificent house.

Once inside, he kicked open a door with his bare foot and carried her through, and she realized he’d brought her to his bedroom. A thought flashed through her mind then. Surely he wasn’t capable of sex again? Goddamn, he’d last ejaculated less than five minutes ago. No. Even Mac Buchanan wasn’t that superhuman.

The sparsely furnished interior could only be a man’s room, because it was devoid of any feminine influence. Of the many words she could use to describe the décor, she figured functional, plain, and manly were the most appropriate. Fitting perfectly with Mac’s ultramasculine demeanor, not a hint of lace or the color pink were anywhere to be seen.

The bed was huge, even larger than king size, and she figured he’d had it specially made at considerable expense. The thought of four or five airhead bimbos seeing to his every sexual need on that very bed was unpalatable, and she dismissed the unwelcome intrusion as quickly as it arrived.

Are you jealous, Kendall?

No. I’m not that type.

You are when it comes to this guy.

No, I’m not. Anyway, once the ten days are up, we’ll go our separate ways and never see each other again.

Making the final payment on her debt should be a time for celebration—a time for breaking open the champagne. But somehow, the more she got to know, like, and respect Mac, the more she dreaded that day arriving.

Am I falling in love with him?

No. Our relationship is no more than a business transaction.

You can’t lie to yourself, Kendall. You’re falling for the guy—big-time.

He gently lowered her to the floor, allowing the remnants of the rain to trickle down her face and body before pooling at her feet.

“You’re soaking wet. I’ll go get a towel.”

“Thanks.”

He strode naked and magnificent to what she assumed was the en suite bathroom before returning moments later with a super-sized bath towel. His cock, although not as unbendingly hard as when it had been inside her, was still semierect. Without a word he started to towel her hair dry. His kind actions made her feel protected, and she couldn’t imagine this guy giving her up to the cops now, whatever happened. Their relationship, should she choose to call it that, had moved on from the time he’d summoned her to his office and given her the ultimatum. Sex or jail. Your choice, lady.