by Liliana Hart
The driver opened the door for them and Cat slid inside. Thomas clapped the driver on the shoulder before discreetly passing him some folded bills.
“Take the long way back to the hotel,” he said.
The driver managed to keep his face blank at the request, and Thomas decided to tip him extra once they were back at the hotel. “You got it, Mr. MacKenzie.”
Thomas slid in after Cat and noticed champagne was chilling in a bucket for them and there were two glasses. The privacy screen was already closed.
“He definitely gets an extra tip.” The car door was barely closed before Cat was straddling his lap and her lips were fused to his. Her mouth was hot and his blood sizzled as she jerked at his tie and pushed the jacket from his shoulders. A hum of pleasure vibrated against his lips as her tongue stroked his, and he could feel the dampness of her pussy soaking the front of his slacks as she rode against the hard length of his erection.
“Not so fast,” he panted, lifting her from his lap and putting her in the seat next to him. “We’ve got plenty of time. And I’d very much like to enjoy my wife without coming too soon.”
She pouted at him and didn’t bother to pull down her skirt from where it had risen to the top of her thighs. Thomas took a deep breath and wished for control, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the red curls just peeking from beneath the hem of the dress.
“What we need is champagne,” he said, an idea forming in his head. “Come here.” He pulled her down so her hips rested at the edge of the back seat, scrunching her dress the rest of the way up her hips.
She watched him out of lust filled eyes, her chest moving up and down with rapid breaths as he positioned her legs so her feet rested on each of the side seats. His hands skimmed up her thighs, trailing just around the moist center of her but never touching it directly.
“Reach up and grab hold of the hand strap on each side.”
She looked up at the ceiling of the limo and the black leather straps sewn into the fabric for passengers to hold on to when the ride got rough. The ride was about to get very rough.
His cock was a steel wedge beneath his slacks. After everything they’d done tonight he could have come with barely a touch, and her grinding in his lap had almost made him do just that. He needed to slow things down or this would be over before it started.
Her hands gripped the straps and she watched out of hooded eyes as he took the champagne bottle from the bucket it was chilling in and peeled back the foil. The cork released with a small pop and he held the bottle over her as some of the liquid escaped, dripping into the thatch of hair on her sex.
“It’s cold,” she said, straining against the straps.
Her nipples were like tiny beads beneath the stretchy black fabric of her dress and he pulled at the neckline until her breasts were displayed. Her bra was a wispy bit of black lace and he could see the dark circles of her areola beneath them.
“Let me warm you up a little.” He lowered his mouth to a lace covered nipple and sucked at it through the fabric. She moaned and writhed against his mouth, and when she let go of one of the straps he removed his mouth.
“Every time you let go I’m going to stop.”
“Bastard,” she panted. But she took hold of the strap again.
“There you go.” He blew a breath over her damp nipple and watched it pucker tighter. “So pretty. Let’s not forget the other one.”
He brought the champagne bottle up and tipped it so just a small amount dribbled onto her other breast. She gasped and chills pebbled her flesh before he took her in his mouth again. The champagne bubbled against his tongue but didn’t dilute the taste of her.
Cat watched as his cheeks hollowed as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Heat surrounded her and every tug on her nipple made her clit throb. Her hands ached as she squeezed the leather straps tighter and tighter and her head dropped back against the seat.
Thomas moved back so he sat between her open legs and he tipped the bottle again, splashing the champagne at the top of her mound so rivulets ran down her sex and thighs. Her hips thrust up, begging for his mouth, and he didn’t make her wait long.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Right there.”
His tongue zeroed in on her clitoris, circling the taut bud, and stimulating the bundle of nerves there. The bubbles from the champagne sizzled against her hot flesh as his tongue worked her into a frenzy of pleasure.
A low ragged moan tore from her as a finger slid up inside of her and she tightened around him even as she became wetter, hotter than before. Another dash of cold liquid and bubbles brought more sensation as he drank both the champagne and her.
And then he added a second finger to the first and she felt her world explode. If she could have screamed she would have. Instead she tightened her grasp on the straps as her body arched up as if electricity were coursing through her. The orgasm wasn’t a gentle wave of pleasure. It ripped through her like a storm and left her weak and devastated in the aftermath.
“Jesus, Cat.” Thomas’s voice was raspy as he dropped the champagne bottle back in the bucket and ripped at the button of his trousers.
She was too weak to move and she whimpered as he turned her over and repositioned her hands so they still held on to the straps. She didn’t know how much strength she had left, but she didn’t have long to wonder because she felt his hands hot on her backside as he pushed her dress up and out of the way.
Her legs trembled as he mounted her from behind and his hand pressed against the small of her back.
“You’re mine, Cat. Forever and always.” Thomas knew he’d lost control somewhere along the way. He’d never seen anything as erotic as her bent over the back seat of the limo, the leather straps keeping her anchored while her pussy was bared to him.
His cock was swollen to the point of pain and he grasped it at the base and squeezed tightly so just the sight of her like this didn’t make him come. Pre-cum gathered at the tip and he watched with fascination as he pushed into the drenched lips of her pussy.
Her muscles still quivered from her orgasm and he groaned as she sucked him in.
“Fuck,” he rasped. He buried himself slowly, savoring every inch of her wet heat until he could go no further. Quiet whimpers escaped her lips and her head thrashed back and forth. And then he reached his hand beneath her and pressed against her clit and she went wild in his arms.
The muscles of her pussy clamped and undulated around him and he fucked her with a driving intensity that bordered on desperation. He’d die if he didn’t take her, if he didn’t fill her with every part of himself. Every stroke rocked the back of the limo and pressed her into the seat.
Her hands released the straps, too weak to hold on, but they grasped for purchase wherever they could find until her nails dug into the leather of the seat. He grasped her hips and slammed into her one last time, the come shooting down his cock before it filled her.
He collapsed over her, struggling to breathe, and he realized she was having a similar problem. Her hair hung damp in her face and her skin was coated with sweat.
“Thanks for my anniversary gift,” she slurred, her lips barely moving.
He somehow managed a laugh and rolled to his back so he was sprawled onto the seat next to her.
“I can’t wait until next year.” He closed his eyes and hoped the driver was taking the really, really long way to the hotel.
EPILOGUE
Six Weeks Later…
“Your wife is waiting for you in your office,” Janeen said without looking up from her computer screen. “You only have one appointment this afternoon, so the rest of your schedule is clear unless there’s an emergency.”
“Thank God for that,” Thomas murmured. “For a place with such a small population, it’s always amazed me how many sick people there are.”
Janeen cackled. “They just like to ogle you and your brothers. You’d think the women in this town would pay attention to the fact that you’re all happily married, but they do
n’t care a lick.”
“Nah, they might look now and again, but they’re all too afraid of our wives. We married some dangerous women.”
“You also married women with common sense, which is a blessing for all the children you boys have managed to sire. You were a bunch of troublemakers growing up. Can’t believe none of you ended up in jail.”
Thomas grinned and went to flip the Closed sign on the door before he locked it. “And now we’re all respectable citizens. Whoever would’ve thought?”
“Not anyone who knows you, that’s for damned sure.”
“Go home early, Janeen. People can call the answering service or my home line if they need to. No need to stay and answer the phones.”
“I was going to leave anyway, but thanks for the suggestion.”
He was laughing as he made his way back to his office, but the laughter stopped the moment he stepped into his office. Cat sat in the chair behind his desk with her stiletto heels propped on the corner and a Cheshire cat smile on her lips.
She wore a black skin suit almost identical to the one she’d been wearing the first time they’d met. It hugged every curve he could see and the need to peel her out of it became a priority. Her hair was loose around her shoulders and her lips were slicked with red.
“Well, well,” he said, locking the door behind him with a decisive click. “It looks like I’m being robbed.”
Her laugh slid across his skin and heated his blood. “I’m not sure you have anything I want.” Her gaze drifted down to the bulge behind his zipper and she arched a brow. “Maybe you’d better let me see the merchandise.”
Thomas smirked and went to the other door that connected to the main part of the house and then locked it. He didn’t want any interruptions. “Maybe we can work out a deal. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Her feet dropped to the floor and she stood, her fingers trailing the edge of the desk as she walked toward him. No—walked was the wrong word. Her hips moved with a sensual sway that was almost mesmerizing, and he felt his knees go weak the closer she came.
“What do you have in mind?” she purred.
“I was thinking about bending you over that chair and fucking your brains out, but if we’re not on the same page, I have a chess set in the top shelf of my closet.”
Her laugh bubbled out and her fingers toyed with his belt before tracing the outline of his erection. “I guess we’d better go with option number one. Chess takes too long, and I’ve got a doctor’s appointment this afternoon.”
“It just so happens I’m a doctor.” His hands moved to her waist and he pulled her closer, molding her curves and memorizing the shape of her. His fingers found the zipper at her back and he pulled it down slowly, holding his breath as the fabric loosened and slipped from her shoulders.
“That’s convenient for both of us then. I don’t suppose you make house calls.” She moaned as the flat of his hands stroked her back and peeled away the material.
“House calls are my specialty.” His voice was husky with need and he placed kisses where her skin was exposed.
She wore nothing beneath the suit and his lips clamped over a nipple and suckled as he pushed it past her hips. His erection was painful and he stopped undressing her to unbutton his jeans, but he never let go of the tiny bud of her nipple. Her hands moved to his head and she pressed her breast against his mouth while her head dropped back in surrender.
He kissed his way down her stomach and kneeled in front of her, helping her to step out of the suit.
“God, look at you. So wet for me.” The soft curls at the juncture of her thighs glistened with need and he inhaled her scent. His tongue flicked out and she widened her stance so he could reach the hidden bud between her folds.
“Ahh,” she moaned as he kissed the very heat of her, suckling and tonguing her clitoris until he felt the tremors of a building release in her legs.
“Is this what you normally get from your doctor’s appointments?” he asked, pulling away to tease her.
Her breathing was labored and a fine sheen of perspiration covered her quivering skin. “Sometimes. And sometimes he gives me a little something extra.”
“Hmm.” Thomas picked her up and took her to the floor so she was flat on her back, moving between her thighs and pushing into her so swiftly her cry of surprise turned into a long, satisfied moan.
“How about now? I always try to satisfy my patients.”
Her legs twined around his waist and she brought her hips up to meet his as he began to pump in and out of her.
“That’s a little better.”
Her muscles tightened around him like a fist and his vision started to dim as he felt the come boiling in his balls and the orgasm gather at the base of his spine. He rocked higher into her and her nails bit into his shoulders as she began to shudder and shake around him.
“A lot—better,” she managed to say just before she cried out his name with her release.
“Thank God,” he said, allowing himself to follow after her.
Thomas managed to keep himself from collapsing on top of her, and he rolled them to their sides, so her leg was hitched over his, their bodies still joined. Their breathing slowed and their bodies cooled. They’d come a long way in working on their marriage, and if things got any hotter between them he might not survive it.
“I’ve got one more patient and then the afternoon is ours,” he said, kissing her lips softly, then her chin and the top of her shoulder. “What do you say we spend it in bed?”
“I told you I have a doctor’s appointment.”
He pulled back in surprise. “I thought that was part of the game. Are you sick? Do you want me to drive you into the city?”
“I’m your afternoon appointment, Doctor MacKenzie. It turns out those birth control pills you prescribed me were defective.”
He felt the blood drain from his face. “I beg your pardon?”
Her laughter dislodged him from the warmth of her body. “Wow, if you could see the look on your face right now. Are you okay? Do you need some water or something?”
“Wait a minute. Are you telling me you’re pregnant?”
“So it would seem. And it’s all your fault. Those MacKenzie sperm are strong.” Her smile was contagious and he felt the happiness bubbling in his chest.
“Jesus, Cat. That’s four.” He couldn’t seem to stop grinning.
“I know. Are you upset? I know we didn’t plan for it.”
“Of course I’m not upset. How could I ever be when each one was made from the love between us? And maybe this one will be a girl.”
A tear gathered at the corner of her eye and she dashed it away. “Stupid hormones make me emotional.”
He rolled her back over and kissed her softly, fitting himself between her legs as he hardened once more. He kissed her nipple and watched it pucker beneath the touch, and then he stared deep into her eyes as he slid inside of her again. This time was more about the connection than the physical release. He just wanted to be part of her—joined with her in every way possible.
“How far along?”
Her hands touched his face and down his back, as if she needed the connection as much as he did. “Since Valentine’s Day.”
He moved slowly in long, easy strokes. “I should’ve known. There must be something magic in the city.”
“At least in the back of that limo. Maybe our driver was playing Cupid.”
“Then he really deserved the tip I gave him.”
They soon forgot about everything but each other, and their happiness and love turned to sighs of pleasure.
For my readers—
Thanks for loving the MacKenzie family as much as I do. This is for you.
CHAPTER ONE
Riley MacKenzie wiped the sweat and grime from his brow with a bandana and then stuffed the worn straw hat back on his head. The sun beat down like a thousand kinds of hell, and the salt of perspiration stung his eyes and ran in rivulets into the short g
rowth of beard he hadn’t bothered to shave over the past week and a half.
His white linen shirt clung damply to broad shoulders and his cargo pants were dusty and well worn. Sleeping in a tent in the middle of the desert for more than a week with a precarious water supply didn’t leave room for regular baths or laundry. He’d certainly lived in worse conditions for longer periods of time over the course of his life.
But days like this one had been easier in his twenties—when he’d been hell bent on being one of the youngest candidates to complete his PhD in archaeology and make waves with the academic papers he wrote. He’d never said no to an interesting project—something that might further his career or help him make a name for himself. He knew from experience it wasn’t always easy to become distinguishable when your last name was MacKenzie. But he’d managed to do it, and now his name was always at the top of the list for lectures, new research projects, and unusual digs.
But this time he hadn’t been quite so quick to throw his things in a bag and fly halfway across the world. Since his marriage three years before he’d discovered he was more of a homebody than he’d thought. Or maybe it was because he had Maggie snuggled up beside him when he closed his eyes every night. No matter the reason, he was a different man than he’d been before. Family had always been important to him—how could it not with three brothers, a sister, and more cousins than he could count? But he’d come to realize that Maggie was his true family, his priority, and his focus. He never thought he’d be capable of that kind of love.
He knew he should be grateful for this opportunity. It was the dig of a lifetime. And yet— something held him back.
Riley stood at the entrance of the tomb that had been hidden for more than three thousand years. Support beams and light scaffolding lined the perimeter. It wasn’t a large tomb—not really a traditional Egyptian tomb at all if you wanted to get technical. There’d been no sarcophagus or urns in the main room—nothing at all. But there had been evidence of a body not properly buried. It wasn’t yet clear how old the body was or why it had been inside the tomb—maybe a looter who’d stumbled across the entrance a hundred years before and gotten trapped inside, or a slave to one of the Pharaohs who’d just been unlucky. That information was up to the forensic anthropologist to find out. Once Riley had seen the almost perfectly preserved hieroglyphs on the walls he’d forgotten all about the body.
