Page 22 of The Facilitator, Part 2

“I’d have to ask head office. Mr. Khan pays us to monitor his CCTV so I’d need to ask about sharing the information. It hasn’t been a problem in the past, but would you allow me time to check?”

Mackenzie fished around in his wallet for a business card.

He handed it over and said he’d appreciate that clip as soon as possible if allowable, while reminding the guard he also paid for his CCTV system to be monitored by the same company.

He then instructed our driver we’d walk from where we were and he could return back to the office.

It was a short walk to our gate. Mackenzie walked from side to side and watched the cameras mounted on the brick columns move with him.

The previous owner, Mackenzie told me, had installed the system, and he hadn’t really bothered about updating it.

Our house had a wall and electric gates, the whole street contributed towards the on-site security; it was exceptionally rare for a break-in to be successful.

“What do you think?” I asked.

“A chancer maybe. I don’t honestly know. I’ll call the company to make some adjustments. I mean, once they got into the garden, where the fuck did they think they’d go from there? They can’t get into the house.”

“They could smash a window,” I said.

“They could, obviously, but when this system goes off, it’s like a fucking air raid siren. It would have blown their eardrums. I’m more annoyed they managed to get through three gardens before they got to us without being caught.”

“Are you worried?” I asked. I wasn’t sure I was happy at the thought we had an intruder.

“No, and I don’t want you to be, either. The house is secure, and let’s say someone did manage to get in, anything important is in the safe and they’re not going to get in that.”

The safe was behind a false wall in the back of Mackenzie’s closet. It was unlikely anyone would find it, let alone be able to break into it.

It didn't matter we hadn’t experienced a break-in, and Mackenzie could reassure me as much as he liked, I spent that whole evening on tenterhooks. I put it down to Alex and Gabriella moving, and to the changes at work. I tried, unsuccessfully, to push the intruder to the back of my mind.

In the early hours of the morning something woke me.

I reached over to find myself in an empty bed.

I threw back the duvet and pulled on a shirt of Mackenzie’s that was hanging over the back of a chair.

I padded, barefoot, along the hallway and down the stairs.

I didn’t see a light under the door to his home office, so turned to head to the kitchen.

“Hey, are you okay?” I asked.

Mackenzie stood with his back to the counter, a cup of coffee in his hand. He was completely naked.

“Should you be drinking that this time of the night?” I added.

“I couldn’t sleep, I thought my tossing and turning would disturb you.”

He was lit by the under cupboard strip lighting, a soft orange glow warmed his skin. He placed his cup down on the countertop and held out his arms. I stepped into his embrace and he nuzzled the side of my neck.

“You smell of me,” he said, with a chuckle.

I was sure he meant he could smell his aftershave on his shirt.

“I like smelling of you,” I replied.

I was rewarded with a kiss to the side of my neck. Further kisses followed. Mackenzie gently pulled the collar of the shirt away so he could access more skin.

“You de-stress me,” he whispered.

I reached up to undo the buttons on the shirt and it fell open.

He cupped both breasts with his palms while he kissed my throat.

I could feel his hard cock brush against my stomach.

I reached down and gripped it gently. As he kissed me, his hands teased my nipples into rigidity; I slid mine up and down his cock.

I could feel the wetness at the tip catch on my thumb.

I felt his moan against the skin of my neck. I wrapped my free hand around the back of his neck and gripped the base of his hair. I pulled his head away.

“Let me de-stress you,” I said. He laughed as he placed his hands on the countertop behind.

While he leaned back, I massaged his cock.

He closed his eyes and as much as I wanted to kiss the smirk from his lips, I didn’t.

Instead I ran my tongue over his throat, kissed and nipped his skin down to one nipple.

I took it in my mouth and gently closed my teeth around the erect bud.

I slid my hand faster up and down his silky shaft, catching more droplets of cum on my thumb.

I could see his chest rise and fall as his breathing sped up.

His hands gripped the countertop tighter and he parted his lips.

I nipped at the skin between each nipple, teasing one, then the other, with my tongue. The tension across his chest had me believe he liked that. I was guilty of not paying enough attention to other parts of his body. For as long as it took for his arousal to escalate, I rectified that.

As he was about to come, he opened his eyes.

He reached out and pulled my face towards him and then he kissed me.

His cum spurted over my hand; it smeared between us as I let go of him to wrap my arms around his neck.

His kiss was deep; it reminded me of the kiss he’d given me in my apartment when he’d dropped off wine as an apology.

It seemed a lifetime ago, but he claimed me again in the same way he had then. The kiss had my legs shaking.

“I think I needed that,” he whispered, as he rested his forehead against mine. “And I think you have marked my skin, Miss Perry.” There was a stern tone to his voice. I raised my eyebrows in challenge.

“Well, Mr. Miller, I wonder what you intend to do about that?”

Mackenzie turned me around. He marched me to the breakfast bar and pushed between my shoulder blades.

He stepped to one side and I immediately sucked in a breath.

The spank to my bare backside had my clitoris throb immediately.

I laughed, parting my legs and pulling at the shirt to raise it some more.

“Not enough for you?” he whispered.

“No.”

He spanked the other cheek and I moaned in response.

He ran his fingers underneath to find my wet opening; he dragged some of that wetness to my arse.

While he spanked one cheek, then the other, he inserted his finger, knuckle deep to a place I was very much beginning to enjoy.

He teased my clitoris, and he fingered my arse.

It didn’t take long for my orgasm to have me crying out.

The following morning a representative from Aston Martin arrived to collect the damaged car. Mackenzie had reminded me he needed to leave early, and would I mind holding back to give him the keys.

“Someone not happy with you?” he asked, as he inspected the scratch.

“Some prick in a car park, a car door I imagine,” I replied.

“That’s not a car door. Someone has deliberately keyed this motor. Anyway, I’ll get it back to the factory, and once it’s been checked over properly, we’ll call Mr. Miller.”

I watched him back the vehicle from the garage and drive off.

I walked back into the house to gather my bag and coat.

While I travelled in the back of a Mercedes to work, all I could think about was someone deliberately damaging Mackenzie’s car, and someone sitting on a dividing wall about to jump into our garden.

Could it be one and same person? I didn’t want to make a mountain out of a molehill, but it did seem a little coincidental.

Then I had to remind myself, one happened an hour away, along the coast, the other in London.

I was being daft. There was no connection at all.

Or was there?

I gave Mackenzie the morning to deal with his meeting and then texted him.

Did you call the alarm company?

I did, they will add extra CCTV to the rear.

That satisfied me, mildly. We were heading to American in a couple of days, and although Kerry, the housekeeper, was at the house three times each week, I was anxious about leaving the property empty.

Kerry had offered to sleep over, but I was concerned for her.

She was a slight woman; no way capable of fighting off an intruder should she encounter one.

Did the police call?

They won’t be interested, Lauren. I’ll be back in the office in an hour, speak then?

No matter where he was, he would always take the time to reply. Even if it was to tell me he couldn’t speak, and I appreciated that from him. I didn’t deliberately message him while he was in meetings; I just never really knew his schedule.

One hour later, as promised, I sat in Mackenzie’s office and he told me the CCTV company would be visiting the house the following day.

Kerry had been prepared and instructions had been given on where new cameras should be.

It was the most we could do without adding barbed wire and landmines, I guessed.

“Mary has all the flight details. She said she emailed you as well as me,” he said.

“She did. She’s a gem, isn’t she? I just need to know what you want to take so I can pack our bags.”

“Kerry will do that if you leave the clothes out,” he said.

“I don’t need her to. I like to pack my own bags. I know what I’ve missed out then.”

“Are you looking forward to our trip?”

“Yes, and no. I’m sort of hoping that it won’t be when Jerry is visiting Addy , but if she thinks that’s when Gabriella and Alex are getting married, you can bet your arse she’ll make a point to turn up, won’t she?”

“She wouldn’t be invited, and by now it will be known they are already married.”

“I wonder how that went down?”

“Not as bad as expected, according to Alex. Punishment is ‘ my new mother-in-law has complete control of our party ,’ he texted.” He chuckled at the thought. “Anyway, on my list is membership of the Mile High Club.”