Page 57 of Under the Radar

“Okay. You can try, but I couldn’t get my hand in there.” Mo sat in the chair and rolled her shoulders. “Please, make it quick.”

Mac rubbed his hands together to warm them. “Just relax Mo, and breathe.” Placing his left hand on her shoulder, he wiggled his right hand into the bodice. Five seconds later, she started giggling and squirmed in the chair.

“I can’t take it. I’m too ticklish,” she gasped. This had to be her new most embarrassing moment.

“Just breathe. My fingers are right below your breasts.”

Bellowing with laughter, Mo grabbed and pulled at his hand. “I can’t, I can’t take it,” she shrieked. As his fingers scrambled another inch, she hit her limit and jumped out of the chair, pulling him with her. His left arm flew around her waist to steady them. But rearing backward, she lost her footing and tumbled them both onto the bed.

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Mac tugged his hand from Mo’s cleavage and straddled her. “I think we need a safe word, hon.”

“I’m sorry. I’m rarely this ticklish,” she giggled, wiping the tears from her eyes. “Give me a minute. I’ll get up, and we can try again. Okay?”

He did a quick measurement with his hands. “Actually, the key is a couple inches closer to your thigh than your chest.” He tapped the top of her leg. “Maybe I should try getting it from this angle.”

Mo’s eyes widened. “From the bottom?”

He shrugged. “Yes. It isn’t like I haven’t been there before.”

She propped herself up on her elbows. “From the side or through the crotchless part?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Let’s try it from the side. I think you’ll be more comfortable that way. But you need to lay still and let me in there.” And he was definitely getting in there tonight. He’d eat the thing off of her if he had to.

Mo reached back, grabbed a bed pillow, propped it under her head, and took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m ready.” She took his hand and gently squeezed. “Please, do it fast.”

Mac worked his hand underneath the garment a quarter inch at a time, stretching his fingers further with each effort. Mo’s screaming and laughter echoed louder every time he moved even a fraction. “Shhh, shhh, I’m almost there, cupcake. Give me another twenty seconds.” He could see the outline of the damn thing. It was two inches away.

Mo was convulsing so hard, she flailed left and right, trying to buck him off. She had an admirable amount of core strength bouncing him higher with each try. I’m not giving up now. He captured both her wrists in his free hand and pinned them over her head. “Just hold on, we’re almost there. I’m so close.” he shouted.

A door slammed and then a voice. “Forgive me, Mr. Mackenzie. I…um, I uh, knocked.”

Mac swiveled his head. His room steward, Gerard, was tiptoeing backward out of the suite. “Thank you, Gerard. We won’t need turn-down service tonight,” he called after him.

“Hurry. I’m begging you,” Mo howled. “Just do it. Now!”

Stretching his fingers farther and farther, Mac captured the key between his thumb and index finger. “Hoo-rah, yeah baby, hoo-rah. Here it comes.” He triumphantly pulled his fingers from the belly of The Iron Maiden.

Flinging an arm across her face, Mo panted, “Thank you, Commander. Thank you. You’re the best.”

Breathless, Mac collapsed on the bed next to her with the key in his hand. That was the most vigorous round of foreplay he’d ever participated in.