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  A Secret Affair

  McKenzie Cousins Book 9

  Lexi Buchanan

  Contents

  McKenzie Family Tree

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Epilogue

  Dear Reader

  Acknowledgments

  Other books by Lexi Buchanan

  Tears in the Rain

  Stryker, MMA Romantic Suspense

  Twenty Eight Days, Romantic Suspense

  Come Back to Me

  About the Author

  Copyright © 2019 by Lexi Buchanan

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Published by HFCA Publishing House

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  McKenzie Family Tree

  Elias and Pippa McKenzie

  * * *

  Lucien & Sabrina (Entice #4)

  Alexander ~ Paige McKenzie (MC#4, Kissing Cousins)

  Olivia ~ Tanner Hudson (MC#8, A Cowboy for Christmas)

  * * *

  Michael & Lily (Seduce #1, The Wedding #1.5)

  Michael Jr ~ Brooke Jordan (MC#2, A Business Decision)

  Charlotte ~ Tanner Jackson (MC#3, Secret Kisses)

  Sirena ~ Garrett Hudson (1 son - Elias Michael James Hudson ~ 1 daughter - McKenna Lily Hudson ~ MC#1, Baby Makes Three)

  Joshua

  * * *

  Sebastian & Carla (Rapture #2)

  Madison ~ Derek Jackson (MC#5 If Only)

  Dylan

  * * *

  Ruben & Rosie (Delight #3)

  Ryan

  Sofia ~ Shane Fletcher (MC#07, A Baker’s Delight)

  Jaxon

  * * *

  Ramon & Noah (Cherished #5)

  Paige ~ Seth Reynolds (MC#6, Princess and the Puck)

  Rachel ~ Alexander McKenzie (MC#4, Kissing Cousins)

  Prologue

  Joshua

  If I weren’t working I’d be at the bar with a beer in my hand trying to take my mind off my boss. Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t even be in this dive of a nightclub if I weren’t working.

  Working the case of a killer who kills couples, I’d been tasked with going undercover with my boss, Supervisory Special Agent Mallory Jenkins. She was older than me by thirteen years. The first time I’d seen her I’d been mesmerized by her green eyes. Until tonight I’d never seen her wearing cosmetics. Her beautiful face was flawless and didn’t need to be covered up. She was a conservative woman, her work wardrobe was extremely unflattering, however, I’d been lucky enough to see her in running gear. The sight had forever been etched in my mind. The woman had curves and a body for sin.

  My preoccupation with her was annoying because I’d never had this problem with a woman before. I often wondered if my desire had anything to do with her being out of my league, and certainly unobtainable. I’m the rookie under her command.

  Which is why tonight, I’m going crazy. Because of our age difference we’ve been asked to work undercover together. The nightclub being the only common link between the death of three other couples.

  All murdered couples had a difference of eight plus years between them—the women had all been older.

  We’re the only ones inside the club working this case; agents are covering both the front and rear exits. This club allows no phones and everyone is checked upon entrance for electronic devices. So we’re basically on our own inside these walls.

  The dimness of the place makes it difficult to see anything or anyone unless they’re right in front of you…or you scent them.

  Before Mallory closes the distance between us, I scent her. Her perfume makes my nostrils flare and my cock twitch. She presses against me and her arms wrap around my neck. My gaze searches over her face and I realize she’s just as nervous at having to play this roll with me, as I am with her.

  Whispering in my ear, “We need to make this look real,” Mallory curls a leg over my hip, bringing herself so damn close that I’m afraid to breathe.

  I grasp her hips in my hands and pause when I unintentionally drag her mound over my erection. A blush creeps onto my face as I meet the surprise in Mallory’s eyes. Except, I don’t only see surprise, I see desire, which she quickly masks.

  Fuck this! I have one chance and one chance only of being with Mallory. I’m taking it.

  Without breaking eye contact, I whisper against her lips, “Then lets make this between us look real.”

  Mallory gasps and I’m a lucky bastard because I catch her moan in my mouth when I taste her for the first time. Her lips are soft and the silky slide of her tongue against my own sends red-hot desire shooting down my spine to my fucking balls. All I can think about is that I have Mallory in my arms. That I’m doing what I’ve dreamt of doing since I’d met her. Somewhere in my brain is the fact that this is pretend, except, there is nothing pretend about how I feel about her.

  Growling deep in my throat, I turn and hold her against the wall. I’m not the only one losing it. Mallory holds on tight and climbs up me until she has both of her legs wrapped around my waist. The thought of only her panties keeping her pussy from me causes my legs to tremble and my breath to hitch in my chest.

  Mallory pants. “What are we doing?”

  One of my large hands covers a breast. “What we’ve dreamed about doing for so damn long,” I confess. Dipping my head, I capture a hard nipple between my teeth and gently bite down. I feel Mallory’s response in her shudder and frantic reaching of her hands beneath my shirt. Her fake fingernails scrape down my back and I’m so ready to release that it takes a lot to force my pending orgasm back. I sure as hell don’t want to, but I’m not willing to prematurely finish in the middle of the most erotic sexual encounter of my entire life.

  My mouth latches on to her neck and I lick and nibble on the scented skin just behind her ear. Mallory purrs like a cat, her hips grinding on my cock.

  Quickly glancing around us, my eyes come back into focus and I realize we’re not the only couple getting it on. There’s a good few people fucking, hard and fast. It gets my blood running hotter, so when Mallory turns my face back to hers and initiates contact with my mouth, I devour her. There are no other words for it. I’ve been saving everything I have for her, and she’s unleashed it.

  My hands shake as they slide up her smooth thighs and beneath her short dress until they land on her naked ass. My fingers find the string she calls panties between the cheeks of her ass, and I tug, breaking the flimsy material.

  “Josh,” she hisses, adding, “Oh fuck,” when I slip a finger between the lips of her wet and swollen pussy.

  “You want me Mallory. Your body can’t lie…at least,” I pull my hand away and bring it up to my face, smelling my finger before I lick it clean, “not between your legs.”

  “Not professional,” she whispers, slamming her mouth on mine while a hand searches between us. She finds my raging cock, squeezing and stroking until my eyes cross. “Make me stop, Joshua.” He
r fingers unzip my slacks, the button stays in place and then I feel her small fingers on my flesh and I nearly fucking come.

  “Put me inside of you,” I growl. “I’m close.”

  Her hand wraps around my flesh and each stroke brings me closer and closer, until I’m so hard I think I’m literally going to burst…then I feel her. I hold my breath when the broad head of my shaft is pushed back and forth through her wet folds before I breach her tight entrance.

  Groaning, nothing but getting inside of Mallory is in my head. Nothing. I can’t think, but only feel. Mallory wraps her body around me, her forehead against mine. “Yes,” she whispers.

  The moment her words leave her mouth, I thrust hard and bury myself all the way inside of her. There isn’t any room left to get anything between us as I feel her core tighten around my dick. She’s warm and so very wet that I’m afraid if I move I’ll come…then I remember. “No fucking condom.”

  Her eyes widen in surprise and I desperately want her to tell me it’s okay, that she’s protected because I’m an asshole and never gave it a thought, but she doesn’t. Her lips might not be saying what I want to hear, but her body is telling me something completely different as her inner muscles tremble around me. I can’t leave her body. Hell, the chance that I’m going to come before I even retreat is high. Very high.

  Mallory wiggles and I start fucking her. I’ve lost all control of my body as my cock pumps into Mallory in long hard thrusts. She’s wild in my arms, trying to grab onto anything she can. Using my hips to hold her against the wall, I grind on her while I use my hands to get at her naked tits. Just the feel of the plump mounds in my hands is enough to have my balls tingling. “I need you to come,” I hiss at Mallory. “Fuck Mal, I have to pull out when I come, but I have to make it good for you.” I pinch her nipples, tugging and rolling them between my fingers.

  First tiny flutters wrap themselves around my cock, and then she comes. Her body goes tight and writhes on me while she holds onto my shoulders. With every strong tug on my flesh, I feel my release leaking into her, and I know I have to pull out before she’s finished or I’m not going to be able to.

  In one long withdrawal, I have my cock out and the crown rubbing on her clit, which finishes me off. I come all over her pussy while my finger continues to draw out Mallory’s pleasure.

  Once I start thinking with the head on my shoulders, the scene isn’t pretty. I have my hand on Mallory’s mound while my finger slowly massages inside of her, and my cock is still hard, and rubbing on her ass.

  How the fuck am I going to get out of this?

  “I can honestly say,” Mallory starts, breathless, “I’ve never in my entire career done this with anyone under my authority.” She pants. “Nor have I had sex on an op before either.”

  “Don’t say you regret it.” I close my eyes and keep my face buried in her neck while I slowly remove my hand from between her legs. “Say anything, but not that.”

  She wiggles out of my arms and stares when my cock springs up past my belly button. She reaches out and wraps a hand around it while my eyes hold hers. After two strokes, she unbuttons my pants for better access and gently puts me away, tugging up the zipper.

  “I didn’t say I regretted it. I said I’ve never done it before with someone I work with.” Her eyes look haunted as she quickly glances around the place before back to mine. “We’re here to do a job, which I forgot.” She swallows hard. “I forgot every damn thing the moment you touch me.”

  My smile is smug until I catch a wince on her face as she tries to move away. I grab her arm and pull her into me. “I’m not sorry we did this. I’m only sorry that I didn’t come inside of you.” I groan. “God, Mallory. You felt amazing wrapped around me.”

  I feel her shiver. She takes a step into my body and whispers, “I’m sorry you didn’t too.” Her eyes briefly meet mine and a blush creeps on her cheekbones. “I have you dripping down my thighs,” she hisses. “I need to go and clean up.”

  Acknowledging her words, I grin and interlace our fingers. “I’ll go with you.”

  “You look happy with yourself,” she comments, shaking her head, and I do catch a twitch of her lips.

  “I’ve just had you in my arms, why wouldn’t I be happy?”

  Tears briefly reach her eyes before she looks away, and says, “I’m a big girl so I’m fairly sure I’m capable of finding the restroom on my own.”

  I roll my eyes. “I’ll walk you to the restroom. I won’t enter. But we stick together in this place.”

  She nods, and while we’re making our way to the restrooms, I notice her pull herself together and by the time we reach our destination, I’ve lost her.

  1

  Two Months Later

  Joshua

  February the first and all I can think about is getting back to work, at least that’s what I try to tell myself. In reality, I don’t want to go back. As a young boy I always dreamed about being a tough FBI agent. I’m both tough and an agent, but my heart isn’t in it anymore, not as much as it once was. I’m good at my job, but since I was shot in the leg the day I returned to work after the Christmas holidays, I’ve been rethinking what I actually want to do with the rest of my life.

  I can wait until I’m fighting fit without the hindrance of a limp, and I can go back and work under Mallory’s command, or I can leave. Leaving the bureau after the years I’ve dedicated to becoming an agent doesn’t seem realistic, and I am leaning toward asking for advance training to become part of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I’m not even sure if there are any openings for a rookie or even if I have the option of applying.

  Part of my way of thinking is Mallory. I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind before we had gone under cover, and I certainly can’t get her out now. I want her with me as the woman in my life, but while I’m under her command that won’t ever happen. I’m even beginning to lose hope that it ever will. She only came to see me once when I was in the hospital and I’d been asleep. My nurse had told me though—about the chestnut haired woman who’d stayed with me during my first night in the hospital. Apparently she’d snuck in once everyone else had cleared out. She’d been caught with tears on her face while she’d clung to my hand. The nurse had made sure I knew every detail of her stay with me. That had given me hope, but over a month later and no word from her. Her secretary had been doing the follow up calls to check on how I am.

  The woman was frustrating. She actually had my body frustrated to all hell. Just remembering that night in the club did things to me. Sometimes, I’d wake in the middle of the night so hard that I could pound nails, and the only relief I’ve gotten has been from my own fist. I’ve never been so fucking horny before and I don’t like it. It’s just an inconvenience.

  As to who shot me, no one knows although we all think it has something to do with the hunter going after the couples from the club. He hasn’t been caught yet, and the leads have dried up. He basically stopped the night Mallory and I visited the club. Nothing. No bodies, or one word from him. I think he was the one to shoot me in broad daylight while I was off the clock, jogging in the park. No one saw anything. Or heard anything. I have to admit that I hadn’t either. One minute I’d been jogging and the next I was on the ground with my leg feeling as though it was on fire. It had taken me a moment or two to realize that I’d actually been shot. I’m not usually so distracted and may have noticed someone out of the ordinary, but my mind had been focused on the brief encounter I’d had with Mallory. I’d been running to try and get rid of my thoughts and feelings toward her.

  Before the club, I thought I’d kept my growing attraction to my boss hidden, and I had at work, but one or two of my cousins had noticed there was something on my mind. I’d spilled to Olivia over Christmas, and although it had helped briefly, I was now avoiding Olivia while I recuperated at home. It wasn’t that hard to do with Olivia being out of town with Geary. I didn’t want to talk about Mallory and I knew my cousin wouldn’t be able to keep herself from e
nquiring.

  Sighing heavily, I glance around the garden of my home, the one I grew up in. Over the years Mom and Dad have taken time and care over the grass and shrubs because they wanted it well tended for us to play safely on, and any grandchildren they may have. It’s huge and pretty, which is why they also have a landscaping company come out once a month.

  A flutter of bright pink catches my eye and turning, I smile, happy to see my cousin Rachel coming toward me. She glows with happiness and a twinge of pain reaches inside of me, more so when I catch the way her husband, Alexander, looks at her. They’re both so damn happy and with the baby on the way, they have it all. I think I’m allowed to feel sorry for myself when Rachel sits besides me, her hand immediately going to rest on her protruding belly.

  “Why are you looking so gloomy?” She asks. “You were all smiles a moment ago.”

  I wrap an arm around her. “My leg is getting back to normal, so don’t worry.” I kiss her forehead. “I got lost in thought.” I briefly meet Alexander’s gaze and notice the frown in his. “Seriously guys, I really am okay.” I squeeze Rachel closer. “How is mama doing?”

  Rachel offers a whimsical sigh. “I’m so excited to meet our son or daughter.”