Trixie wasn’t sure if it was the knee-weakening o****m or the easy way he accepted her “rules,” but Mac was gaining massive points every moment that passed. My God, the man knew how to make a woman come. Even more importantly, he also knew how to make a woman feel secure.
Maybe the two were related? At least for her? She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that he’d given her a c****x that had spun her around like a kaleidoscope. All the colors in the world had pinwheeled through her head as she’d soared off that cliff like a drunken skydiver.
She wanted more. She wanted to know what he was like when he lost control. If he lost control. Mac always seemed to know exactly what he was doing at all times. Maybe he never stumbled around or made a fool of himself, or acted outrageous just because he
