sight of him tasting me.
He turns on his heel, laughing under his breath as he goes. Once I’m sure he’s gone, I slam the door and rest my back against it, chest heaving.
What the fuck was that?
Mia is in the middle of discussing important messages when Mackenzie pads into the kitchen. Her blond hair tumbles around her shoulders, and she still has on that goddamn ridiculous shirt from last night. Yet, she’s never looked more beautiful.
I tune out Mia, my gaze glued to Mackenzie. I think about last night and the way she felt on my fingers, the way she tasted. Fuck, I miss her. I miss her body. Not being able to kiss her last night was absolute torture, but I meant what I said. I’ll keep my word until she is begging for it. Then and only then will I lose myself in her.
Her eyes are half-mast from sleep and her bee-stung lips are parted, just begging to be kissed. As if sensing my gaze, her eyes widen, and she darts her gaze toward us. She freezes when she catches me watching her. She works a swallow, and a pink flush creeps up her neck, probably as she thinks of last night. Then, as if just now realizing we’re not alone, she looks at Mia.
The two women stare at each other, and I feel the shift in the air. I don’t know when Mia stopped explaining, but she must’ve realized at some point that I wasn’t listening. Mackenzie shifts on her feet, suddenly uncomfortable with her choice of attire. Mia’s lips thin, and I realize keeping her around might be an issue if she keeps this up.
“As I was saying…” She clears her throat, drawing my attention back to her. “I’ve adjusted the calendar to accommodate your Bali visit. As well as your Brazil trip. The academy has requested you RSVP for the Moth Ball event as well as the UNICEF Snowflake Ball. Do you still want me to send in your reservations for both?”
“Yes. Be sure you add Mackenzie as my plus one.”
Mia’s eyes shoot to mine, and something flares in their depths, but I don’t care to gauge what it could possibly be. She sniffs haughtily and shifts on the chaise across from me and nods. “I’ll get right on that,” she says, voice tight. “Also, the chief of police has been calling. What would you like me to tell him?”
I risk a glance at Mackenzie, who is standing there frozen, the color drained from her face. “I’ll give them a call.”
With Mia now all but forgotten, I get up, closing in on Mackenzie. She tries to back up, but I don’t let her. Sliding a hand around her waist, I draw her body flush against mine. She gasps, surprise written all over her face. Her features are soft with fatigue. Her brain hasn’t had the chance to tell her facial muscles to show anger instead of interest. Feeling Mia’s gaze on us, I lean in, my mouth hovering over Mackenzie’s, and her eyes widen.
“I’ll explain soon.” Instead of pressing my lips to hers like I want to, I divert the trajectory to her forehead instead. She lets out a soft squeak. I can’t help the smile that brings to my face. I’m going to enjoy breaking her down piece by piece until she gives in to me.
“I need to make a call. Please hold the rest of my calls for today until further notice.”
I share one last lingering look with Mackenzie before I turn. Grabbing my phone and suit jacket off the chaise, I head toward the door. I need to call the chief back from the privacy of my office. My steps falter when I hear the distant tone of Mackenzie and Mia’s voices.
“A little late to be crawling out of bed, don’t you think?” Mia comments, a little too snidely for my liking.
Mackenzie takes it in stride. I hear her laughter and can just picture her shaking her head at Mia with a cold gleam in her beautiful hazel eyes. “I was kept up very late last night. Blame your boss.”
I chuckle under my breath and let myself out of the penthouse.
Oh, Mackenzie. This game of jealousy is too fun.
Closing myself in my office, I call the chief. I lean back in the leather winged back chair, smirking when I hear the gruff, older man’s voice erupt over the line.
“Mr. Pierce. Glad you could finally spare me a moment of your time.”
“It’s King.”
“Last