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“Mackenzie, I need you inside me.” Taylor begged, rocking her hips as she tried to get closer to Mac’s strong fingers.

Feigning indecision, Mac shrugged. “Hm. I don’t know. How can I know youreallywant it?”

Taylor’s eyes shot open as she propped herself up on her elbows. “Ms. Bennett, I really need you. No one else can touch me like you.”

Mac smirked at the familiar nickname. Taylor had always liked making Mac into an authority figure and Mac loved it just as much. Convinced, Mac nodded. “Good girls come when I tell them to.”

Nodding, Taylor moaned as Mac’s fingers slipped inside her. Even two fingers felt like nothing. Mac’s eyes rolled back as she felt just how wet Taylor was for her. She must have been thinking about Mac just as much.

Mac groaned as her fingers pushed deeper. With each thrust, Taylor let out a cry of pleasure. Even with all of Mac’s attention, she was desperate for more.

Mac kept her pace as Taylor’s body pressed against her fingers. When she felt like it had been long enough, Mac leaned into Taylor’s ear. “Do you think you’ve earned an orgasm?”

Taylor bit her lip as she forced her eyes open. “Yes.” Her eyes pleaded with Mac to let her finish.

Laughing, Mac nodded. Without another word, she pushed her fingers deeper inside Taylor’s center. She let the tips of her fingers caress Taylor’s g-spot, sending waves of pleasure up her body.

“Oh fuck,” Taylor screamed. She tried to keep rhythm with Mac’s hands, but as she lost control it became harder and harder. Instead, Mac came to her. Keeping pressure on the perfect spot, Mac groaned. Her forearm strained to stay inside Taylor. But after nearly a decade, all Mac really wanted was to watch Taylor scream in ecstasy under her touch.

Taylor’s body shuddered as her moans turned to gasps and deep grunts. It wasn’t far off from the noise she made on the courts. Mac’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she brought Taylor closer to climax.

When she reached her peak, Taylor flung her hand into Mac’s hair and pulled on it.

“Oh god,” Mac winced as the pain and the pleasure mixed.

Taylor giggled just as she was overcome with pleasure, her body giving a few final shakes before releasing.

Her arched back lowered to the bed as Mac pulled her fingers out.

Laying in bed next to Taylor, Mac looked up at the ceiling. Somehow, even the paint looked luxurious. Mac turned her head to meet Taylor’s panting face, letting one her hands rest on Taylor’s stomach.

They laid there together for a while, catching their breaths and letting light kisses pass between them.

Taylor struggled to keep her eyes open.

Letting out a sigh, Mac bit the inside of her cheek and sat up. “I should go.”

Taylor wrapped her arm around Mac. “What? No, it’s late. Stay.”

Mac rubbed the soft skin of Taylor’s arms. “This is casual, I should go home.” Swallowing her nerves, Mac looked behind her. Something in Taylor’s gaze hardened.

But as she clenched her jaw, she nodded. “Okay. When can I see you again?”

They set up a time, knowing that Wimbledon was just around the corner. Mac got dressed and looked down at Taylor’s stunning, naked body. “God. You looked incredible.”

“So do you,” Taylor licked her lips and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Mac leaned down to the bed, planting one more kiss on Taylor’s soft lips before forcing herself to walk away. It was one thing to let herself touch Taylor again. But if she really had no intention of coming out, this was only going to be temporary. And Mac had to do everything she could to remind herself of that.

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Taylor

“Again!”Kim’s shrill voice ripped Taylor out of her daydream.

Taylor’s practice partner soared another ball to her side of the court. Even on a slow day like this, Taylor didn’t struggle to reach the ball. Mac was right: her team was afraid of actually testing her.

With a groan, Taylor shot the ball back. It landed just inside the baseline. In a match, she may have had to challenge a judge's call on that kind of hit.