Putting her lips to his ear, she instructed, “You need to fuck meright now.”
“I’m not against fucking you, but—”
“Right now!”One hand began its path from his neck, over his shoulder, her trajectory clear. His cock understood her intent and was at her command, eagerly willing and able.
Mac scanned the area before dropping his attention back to her. “Sweetheart, I know we’ve had sex before for the Trading Post cameras, but I don’t think we should provide a live performance.”
“So figure something out, Boyer.”
Walking backward toward the shop, Mac called over her head to Marge and Silas, “She, uh, needs a moment. Overwhelmed. Pour the wine?”
The next day, Mac Boyer paid for another broken sink at the Trading Post.