On the Sly : The Grange Complex Book 2
On the Sly: Chapter 10

Ellie

Mack was secretive; he was trying to confuse me by talking in some kind of cryptic code. He crossed the line attacking me like that on the street. For me, it was too much of a coincidence that he was here, straight after I met Adrian for a drink. I agreed to go to dinner because I didn’t want to tell him about my job in the club.

For some reason Mack knew that I was in the Coral tonight, but how?

He took me to a small bistro and asked for the table at the back, demanding but charming, as usual. The waitress was swooning over him and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Yes, I knew that he was hot, but I wanted to scream into her ear that he was also married.

I wasn’t leaving this table until I had some real answers.

“I’m still waiting, Mack,” I said, after the waitress brought our menus. I’d had a couple of shots so I felt much braver than usual. He didn’t care that he just crept away from my bed after our night together, sneaking out on me like that. We weren’t together, God, we weren’t even friends. He couldn’t just follow me around.

“I was in the area, Ellie, and when I saw you with him, I got worried,” he explained, staring down at the menu. I tapped my fingers over the table, glaring at him, annoyed. My palms were sweaty and I was having trouble deciding which question to ask first. Mack’s alluring confidence reminded so much of Andrew, but Mack was much more skilled in bed. Crap, I needed to get a grip and forget about that night.

“Right, so you have just admitted that you’ve been stalking me?”

“No, I had no idea that you were in the club.”

“Yeah, right,” I muttered and leaned over the table. “I’m not stupid, Mack. I want to know everything and you have five seconds; otherwise I’m going to walk out of here.”

I wasn’t taking any more bullshit from him. He was hiding something important, and I knew for a fact that he didn’t like Adrian.

He ran his hand through his hair, staring at me with frustration.

“Fine; my marriage is falling apart. Claire and I … well, we haven’t been getting on with each other really, since last year.”

The waitress interrupted us again. Mack cleared his throat and ordered food and wine for us. I couldn’t believe that he had just revealed to me that he and Claire were having problems; I wasn’t ready to hear it. Andrew had used the same line; he started by saying that his wife was expecting too much, that he wasn’t happy.

“I don’t need to know about your marriage, Mack. Just tell me, what do you know about Adrian and how come he is so off limits?” I asked, letting him know that I wasn’t prepared to discuss his issues with Claire. I’d been so naïve and foolish back then, believing Andrew’s emotional confession. That was his way of convincing me that he was ready to leave his wife for me. I wondered how many times he had used that line on other girls.

Mack’s eyes drifted down to my lips, and a sudden dose of heat scorched through me, flushing my cheeks. I shifted on the chair, recognising that look. This was the second time that Mack had warned me to stay away from Adrian. It was like he held some sort of grudge against him, but that wasn’t possible. We all only just met each other.

“He’s involved in dodgy business, Ellie, and he doesn’t date women. He plays with them, and once he gets bored he tosses them away like garbage.”

Like all men, I thought. Mack should have known I wasn’t looking for a relationship, and I didn’t think I liked Adrian that much to let him fuck me. For a moment I considered telling him about what I had overheard in the club, but I held my tongue. This was nothing to do with Mack, and I didn’t want to share that I had gone to Coral and managed to get a job as a pole dancer. This would only send him over the edge.

“Whatever, I don’t care. You already know that I’m not planning to get involved with anyone. My career is much more important. There is a story in that club, a story worth writing about,” I said, and drank some more wine. I didn’t like that Mack was leading me to believe no one was good enough for me. “One of the reporters from the office has an inside source in that club.”

“You don’t even know what you’re doing,” he said, shaking his head.

“Don’t treat me like an idiot. I’m fully aware that this is dangerous, but I have aspirations of doing more than begging for scraps of stories and trying to make them newsworthy. I want to write about crime on the streets, not fucking dancing cats or some vapid celebrity and their latest affair.”

“I’ll put you in contact with some people. I can replace you an unnamed source,” he said with irritation. “If that will keep you away from trouble I will do it. I’m telling you, Adrian is dangerous. He may not look like it, but he is. Stay away, dammit!”

I glared at him, wondering why he was so adamant about his theory. Mack was a driver, and he had just moved into the complex. None of us knew anything about each other, and to me, Adrian was a regular guy. I wanted to hear solid facts, not Mack’s personal opinions about someone that may only be based on jealousy.

“I can’t promise you that, Mack. This is my life and my career.”

Mack put his knife and fork aside and clasped his hands together, looking at me intensely.

“You’re putting yourself in danger, Ellie. I know that I haven’t been honest with you, but trust me, Adrian is lethal and clever. If you get in too deep, I won’t be able to protect you,” he said. A shiver crawled over my spine, igniting desire in my belly. That bossy, dominant side of Mack drew me closer and I wanted him to have his way with me.

“I shouldn’t concern you. I’m a reporter and this is my career,” I told him, finishing my wine, pissed off that he was trying to tell me what to do. “And you shouldn’t care about my safety. I am no one to you.”

“Ellie, my Angel, you have no idea who you are to me. You have reached into my chest and restarted my dead, lifeless heart. You have pulled me out of my misery, made me want to start living again. But you’re right—I shouldn’t talk like that, because of Claire and because of the fact that she’s my wife. Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, getting up and throwing some cash on the table. My heart stuttered in my chest when I finally understood the meaning of his words.

Was he saying that after such a short time he was falling for me?

I didn’t think I could get anything out of him this evening. We were leaving and in the car he was back to his moody, withdrawn self. Andrew had acted the same, telling me that with me life made more sense, promising that his wife wouldn’t be a problem.

The drive to the complex was tense and we didn’t speak a word. I felt the zooming pressure that kept growing between us. I was fighting with myself and my own morals. I shouldn’t desire him, but I did. I shouldn’t want to be with him, but my heart reacted every time he was close.

It was pitch black when we arrived at the car park. My stomach made a funny jolt when I realised that I had to go back to my apartment and Mack would slide into his bed where his wife was waiting for him.

The overwhelming sadness hit me, and I needed to get away from the car, from him.

“Ellie, look at me.”

My heart skipped a beat when I recognised that voice. Husky and demanding.

“What do…?”

He didn’t let me finish what I wanted to say; his lips were on mine in an instant, kissing me deeply. He felt so good, the heat from his body filling me with unexpected desire. Instead of pushing him away, I moaned when he sucked in on my bottom lip, dragging me on top of him.

The steering wheel was digging into my back, and it was almost impossible to move, but I stopped caring and worrying about any consequences of this glorious moment. I felt his cock press against my core where I needed him most. I was caught up in a moment of weakness, aching for his demanding mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet, Angel,” he rasped, pulling my dress up around my waist, his hands burning into my skin as they trailed my flesh, that demanding mouth kissing my neck. He nibbled on my clavicle letting me feel his teeth.

I moaned and leaned into him and he let out a guttural growl from the back of his throat. His hands roamed over my back and up to my shoulders, pulling my body down to feel his majestic cock, grinding his hips and nudging my clit with his movement. I called out his name at the sensations, only to have them enhanced by his fingers tracing the curve of my spine gently. Kissing back up to my jaw, his lips were rough, teasing and tasting every inch of my neck, then travelling to my mouth where he claimed me once again. I felt like I needed every inch of him, to experience the same passionate night again.

Pulling back from me so we were millimetres apart, he inhaled the scent of my hair and whispered into my throat, “Do you need me, Angel? Do you need the release that only I can give you? You know that perfect pussy belongs to me, don’t you?”

I couldn’t answer him. I could only moan my response; he did something to me, made me compliant and needy.

“Angel, do you want me to make you come?” he asked in hushed tone.

“Yes. Please, Mack, please just touch me.”

Sliding his right hand down my body, over the wrinkled dress, he found my belly button, dipping his finger in and around. It was torturous. I needed his touch so badly I felt pained at his teasing. “This isn’t your pussy is it?” he murmured. Sliding his fingers lower, he drew circles on my inner thigh. “This isn’t your pussy either, but I can feel your heat. Your desire has already soaked through my jeans and your thighs are sticky with need,” he growled out as he walked his fingers to my underwear, his hand cupping my sex. He pressed the heel of his palm against my clit, and I thought I could orgasm from that one touch. I moaned loudly.

“Now, now, Angel, not yet. All good things come to those who wait, and you will wait till I tell you to come. Do you understand?” I was so busy trying to grind against his hand to cause some friction I couldn’t answer him. He moved his hand away and I mewled at the loss. “Answer me, Angel. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mack, I understand. I’ll be good, but I need you. Please, Mack, please.”

He nodded his agreement and pulled at the side of my thong. Tearing it from my body, he lifted his hips and shoved it in his pocket. The connection of our bodies was heavenly. I moved my hips against him and he hissed through his teeth. Seating himself back down, he tutted and wagged his finger at me, and for a moment I worried he would leave me unfulfilled, but he leaned forward and bit my sensitive nipple. It was such a shock that I gasped, which turned into a yelp, and felt my body gush its response. “No, Angel, I am always in charge.”

The voice of reason was long gone. I just wanted to rip my clothes off and tell him to take control and fuck me in the car or on the dashboard. Whatever, I didn’t care anymore. I turned into someone else, a woman that only fucked married men, a woman that wasn’t Ellie Grant anymore.

Mack

She was waking me up again and I couldn’t stop myself. I had to have her in my arms, taste her lips and feel that sweet wet spot between her legs.

Her soft pussy was drenched; she was beyond turned on. I could smell her arousal, a heavenly musk that hung in the air. The only thing that separated me from her aching pussy was the thick material of my jeans.

The space in the car was cramped and awkward, yet she made me lose control like this so quickly. I bit her neck and suckled on the pulse point behind her ear. I loved hearing her sexy moans. I hated the fact that we had to hide like this, but right then I didn’t have any other option.

I thrust my fingers inside her, then turned my hand slightly and used the heel of my palm to push against her clit whilst curling my fingers against the front wall of her entrance, adjusting myself, so I had access to her upper body. I pulled down her dress so I could see those magnificent breasts.

“You have to be quiet, Angel. We can’t get caught,” I said, using the tone of voice I knew would get her wetter. She bit her lip, her long dark hair falling behind her. Her beautiful face flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses and the way she was biting on the corner of her lip—she unraveled me. She was stunning, and I wanted to see her coming undone, all over me.

Ellie whimpered when I continued to fuck her with my fingers, kissing her small breasts, lapping at her nipples, pulling the tip with my upper lip and tongue one at the time. Every time she made a sound I pulled away, reminding her about the rules. I felt her pussy muscles clenching around my finger. She was so close, but it was up to me if I would allow her to climax.

I wanted to bend her over the car and fuck her until she screamed, until I didn’t feel the pressure in my balls anymore.

My breath hissed out as she rode my fingers searching for her release. She shook and gasped as her orgasm left her. I felt the evidence of it on my wrist and I felt satisfied, calmed. Making her come apart in my arms was the best part of this terrible day, seeing her struggling for breath as the orgasm shook her core muscles.

I was painfully hard, I felt pre cum in my boxers, and my cock ached for her. I imagined her tied up to the bed, waiting with that anticipation in her eyes. She had no idea how much pleasure I could give her, how much I wanted to bury my cock in her tight pussy.

Any other woman I’d ever slept with couldn’t compare. Ellie was the woman that I wanted to possess and own.

“Mack, why? Why do you keep punishing me like that? Claire is a nice person and she doesn’t deserve this betrayal,” Ellie said, suddenly moving back to the passenger seat. My cock was throbbing and it was going to take countless hours of masturbation to get any kind of release, to erase this scene from my memory.

“I can’t stay away. I’m losing control around you, and Claire… she’s not important,” I said, wanting more, needing to get rid of these hopeless emotions that were wreaking havoc in my body.

“No, Mack, this has happened before. I’ve ruined somebody else’s family because I slept with a married man. This has to stop, please,” she cried.

I frowned staring at the distress on her face, wondering if she was telling the truth. Had she fucked someone just for the sake of it? After all, I had no idea who she was, who she was running away from. Fuck, I couldn’t even tell her that I wasn’t married to Claire. Boiling guilt poured into my stomach all of a sudden. I should have known that I needed to respect the memory of my dead wife and stop jeopardising this operation by pursing Ellie.

“What happened to the guy?” I asked. This wasn’t normal or healthy the way I hung on for her answer. She looked at me with tears in her eyes. I was a pathetic motherfucker asking her about an affair. It was none of my business. I didn’t even know her when it happened, but I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone touching my Angel. “He must have been a moron if he let you go,” I said to deflect my true feelings on the matter.

“Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. Just stay away from me; otherwise I’m telling Claire,” she hissed at me and hurried out of the car.

Why did I have to make my life so difficult? I had never wanted anyone more than I wanted her right now, but she was off limits. This fucking operation and Lurkin was more important than anyone. I needed to get a grip and put this in perspective; my priority was to put Lurkin away.

I watched her as she walked home. I waited ten minutes and then got out of the car. That was it; my limit had been reached. This was going to be my final undercover operation. Once this whole thing was over I would talk to the superintendent and resign.

Ellie probably wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me once she found out who I was and the fact that I had lied to her.

My phone started ringing; it was an unknown number. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, but the past few days hadn’t been productive at all.

“Hello.”

Lurkin talked. “Mack, it’s Adrian. We need to postpone the meeting until next week. Something has come up.”

“Anything I can help you with?” I asked, knowing that something must have happened. Maybe his recent shipment had been delayed. Fuck! I wanted to speed things up, but this operation kept hitting wall after wall, and there it was, another fucking roadblock. Was this operation doomed to fail?

“No, it’s a problem that I need to take care of myself. I hope that won’t complicate your situation with Claire?”

Bastard. He was laughing at me, making sure I knew he deemed me emasculated and pussy whipped, as if that made me less of a man. I gripped my phone tighter, feeling like the bones in my knuckles were going to snap at any moment. I was impulsive and that was my greatest flaw. Sometimes I made decisions that had negative consequences due to my impatience.

“Don’t worry about it. I can deal with her. I’ll be waiting for your phone call. Just let me know when, and I’ll pop over to see you,” I assured him, doing everything I could in my power to keep myself in line. We had some evidence, but nowhere near enough to put him away for a significant amount of time. We wanted real justice for his crimes, not a slap on the wrist and a fine. We needed something more concrete: the list of his distributors and the business that he was laundering his money in, names of his trusted advisors and inner circle of henchmen.

Things like that took weeks, months, sometimes even years, but I wasn’t anticipating living this life for that long. I wanted to bust him for drugs and move on. I had wasted so much time planning my retribution for this scumbag, and then I met Ellie and it changed my priorities. At some point I had to tell her how much she meant to me.

The question remained. Could I move away from what I had been doing for over ten years?I didn’t think I could.