Her Little Girl

Post-coital clarity hit Mackenzie once her clothes were back on and they were out of that intimate little booth that was permeated with the heat of their passion and the lingering sex hormones charging the electric air.

Her face was in a permanent state of heat and a rosy blush, as she could not forget how nasty things had gotten in there.

They were walking along the dimly lit parking lot, and her hazel eyes slid sideways to glance at Chase. But he was already gazing at her, shamelessly letting the heat and desire in his eyes shine through. The blush on her face increased ten-fold, and she abruptly broke eye contact.

“Mackenzie.” He said in that dirty seductive tone of his. “Would you like to come by my place?”

Her heart stuttered. Did he just invite her over? She could only tell her screaming and fainting female hormones to calm down, that she could not take up his offer.

She had kids to attend to, and they were more important over her giving in to her feminine urge to spend the nig