Tag sat on the edge of the mattress before pulling her against him, pressing his mouth to hers and helping her to straddle him. With one arm wrapped around her back, Tag ensured she wouldn’t fall while he gripped her hair with his other hand, wrapping his fist in the thick, heavy strands.
“Fuck me, McKenna,” he told her as she began grinding her pussy against his throbbing cock. The more he thought about being inside of her, the harder he got, even after just having her.
McKenna didn’t hesitate when she gripped his cock in her hand, guiding him right where she wanted him. Her body consumed him as she slowly lowered until once again her ass was resting against his thighs.
“Fuck me, baby. I want to feel your tight pussy on my cock. I want to feel you, watch while you make yourself come.”
McKenna groaned, pressing her mouth to his as she began to lift and lower on his cock, then alternating in a back and forth motion as she ground her clit against his pelvis. It was so fucking hot to hold her in his arms, to feel her as she rode him with only one thing in mind.
“Aw, fuck,” Tag didn’t expect to be driven so close to the edge so soon. Her muscles were tightening around his cock while she continued to move on him.
“Tag,” McKenna groaned his name, her eyes opening. “I need more.”
Tag stood instantly, gripping her ass and moving until he had her back against the wall. He crushed her body between his and the wall as he began slamming his cock deep inside of her cunt over and over, harder, faster until she was begging.
“Fuck,” he groaned as her pussy spasmed, her muscles milking him until he couldn’t hold on any longer.
“Tag!” McKenna screamed, her body stilling, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came, pulling him over right along with her.
Chapter Thirty Nine
By the time Monday rolled around, McKenna was ready to get back into the swing of things. She and the rest of her staff had been instructed by a very insistent Tag to stay away from the Sensations offices until he told them otherwise. He graciously informed her Sunday night that they could all return to work on Monday.
When she first walked through the door, she nearly stumbled in her heels, wondering whether she had accidentally entered the wrong office. So much for just paint, she thought to herself.
Tag had obviously worked magic, and her entire office had been redone. From the walls to the floors and every piece of equipment and furniture. Nothing was the same. That also went for the security guard who now had his own desk in the front lobby area.
Nice touch, Murphy.
By noon, McKenna and Whisper had successfully answered every email they could answer as well as put a couple of fun articles together for later in the week. As much as she continued to worry about the McCoy’s and the issues they were facing, McKenna was trying her best to resume life as normal. At least until they asked for her help.
Based on the conversation with the UC, Chase Reed, she wasn’t so sure they needed her help anymore. From the sound of it, Chase had a bit more dirt on Crawford than Crawford seemed to have on Luke and Logan, which ultimately if presented correctly, would work in their favor. According to Tag, both Luke and Logan were also a bit more optimistic.
As for Susan Toulmin, well, she wasn’t speaking much at the moment. That could’ve been because she was personally introduced to Chase Reed by Stephen Crawford and according to Reed, she had found a new obsession. He assured all of them that he had absolutely no interest. McKenna believed him. She also believed that there was something more to this cop than what they were letting on.
She hadn’t mentioned her suspicions to Tag yet because she was truly trying to see how this would all play out. If it were true and Reed would be able to turn the tables on Crawford, the pictures might just die a sudden, much deserved death, and they could all resume their lives as normal. The only concern was whether Crawford had already released them since he had been so generous and sent them to McKenna. Remembering what she saw still made her sick to her stomach. Not because of what they were doing but because McKenna had no desire ever to see Tag with another woman.
“Hey, boss lady,” Whisper greeted as she cheerfully walked into McKenna’s office without knocking.
“Why are you so happy?” McKenna smiled back at her friend.
“No reason,” Whisper lied.
“I find that very hard to believe. Sit down. Talk to me,” McKenna told her assistant as she pushed her keyboard away and focused solely on the vibrant, glowing woman in her office.
She couldn’t help but remember the last few times she saw Whisper. McKenna was pretty sure there were issues in her life, and she kept hoping her friend would reach out to her, but, unfortunately, McKenna had been wrapped up in her own drama.