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A nother busy week passed for both, so they hadn’t been able to see each other except in passing.

That was all right with her. The more she thought about the two of them in a relationship, she decided things were going too fast. They needed to get to know each other better before she spent the night.

Jenny dragged herself into her house and into the bathroom. It had been one call after another, and she was beat. All she wanted was a hot shower and her bed.

It helped her to know that, unless there was a major emergency that required both her and Charles, she had the next two days off to rest.

The hot spray beat down on her head, loosening up knotted muscles and the slight headache she had had most of the afternoon. She washed, dried her body, and blow-dried her hair before pulling on a long t-shirt and panties to sleep in.

The blinds were closed, so she turned off the light and fell into bed. She didn’t know if it was five minutes or an hour before she heard pounding at her door. She almost ignored it, but there was always a chance it was someone who needed help.

She fumbled, getting the lock open, and then cracked open the door. Her pulse immediately spiked when she caught sight of a glowering Mac.

“Hi.”

He tilted his head forward, but his expression didn’t soften as he studied her.

“Did you forget about the weekend, Sweetheart?”

A shiver skated up her back. “I ... oh, not really.”

“Then do you mind telling me why your little ass isn’t on the ranch like it’s supposed to be?”

“I had a really long day, and I came home to shower.”

“You could have done that at the ranch.”

“But I also thought it best if we backed off a bit.”

“Backed off?”

The words were spoken softly, yet with an underlying tone of menace.

“I was going to call you earlier, but the day was crazy, and I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“Back off?” he asked again.

She cleared her throat. “It’s just we really don’t know each other...”

“We don’t know each other?” he asked.

She swallowed. His voice grew rougher, and his scowl darkened.

“I...”

She squeaked when he gently pushed on the door, making her back up. Her heart felt like it was going to gallop out of her chest when he closed the door and then took a step toward her.

Her hands came out. “Wait.”

“I’ve been waiting, Baby. I can’t anymore.”

She gasped as her back hit the wall. He stopped when his chest touched hers, making her already aching nipples start to throb, and then put his elbows up on the wall on both sides of her head.

Her hands went to his chest to push him away, but she froze at the feeling of his steely muscles, hot skin, and hard nipples. Air lodged in her lungs as she pressed both hands against him.

“You see, Sweetheart. If you think you’re getting away from me tonight, you're plum crazy. I’ve waited a long time to get into your panties, and nothing short of an earthquake will make me stop.”

“But, Mac ... what if I don’t want that?”

He smirked. “Oh, you want it. You’re just too innocent to know what it all means, but that is what I’m here for. I’m going to teach you everything you need at the same time I make you feel so damn good, you’ll never want another man.”

God, his arrogance should infuriate her, but it only intensified her already overwhelming desire. She never thought she’d want to be with a dominant man, but with Mac, any common sense she used to have flew out the window.

“Why can’t we wait until tomorrow? I’m so tired.”

“I’ll let you rest, Baby. We’ll go home now. It’s only five, so you can nap while I finish up the day. I’ll wake you to feed you, and then...you’re mine.”

A shudder shook her body as she inhaled. The breath stuck in her throat when one of his hands slid down her waist and then over her hips to the end of her t-shirt, and then slowly slid up until his hand was at the junction of her thighs.

“Let me give you a little taste of what I can give you, Sweetheart.”

Her eyes slid closed when one of his fingers delved underneath her panties to press against her clit.

“Oh, God.”

“This is nothing. Let’s see if I can’t get my finger into you. Jesus, woman, you’re so fucking wet. I love it.”

She could feel her embarrassment clashing with her passion, making her feel like she had no control and lost the sense of time as rivers of emotions she’d never felt before built inside her.

A high whine slid from her as he worked his thick finger into her tight cunt.

“Easy, let me go slow. Baby, you’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to work my cock into you and take you on a ride you’ll never forget.”

Before his words penetrated, he bent his head, claimed her lips with his, and pushed his tongue into her mouth when she gasped. He took her mouth like he was starving, and it only made her want more.

His head rose, and he looked down at her. “Jesus. Look at you. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you.”

She stared up at him. She tried to follow the conversation, but her heart pounded so loudly in her chest that’s all she could hear. A spear of pleasure/pain hit her as his finger bottomed out inside her.

“Fuck. You took my finger.” He pulled out, raised her hands above her head, and gripped them with one hand while his other explored her. “Let’s try two.” He started pushing two of his fingers into her.

She twisted her hips to help ease the pressure in her tight, wet cunt.

God, she didn’t know how much more she could take.

It felt like she was burning from the inside out, and it wasn't the most comfortable feeling she’d ever had.

She didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to take it without losing her grip on sanity.