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It's fucking hot.

Mac has never been the best when she's not in complete comfort and while she didn't bitch when she was embedded because she had a job to do, she's back on the island after having been in air conditioning for three days and she's annoyed. It's irrational, but nothing about pregnancy is rational, is it?

Jackson is next to her, which makes the bed that much warmer, and she huffs and comes out from under the sheet to lay on top of it completely naked. She fans herself ineffectually with her hand.

"Why does it have to be so goddamn hot?"

She's possibly whining more than a little.

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"No, I'm only in love with you," Mac says, frowning deeply. "Of course I only love you."

"Then what have I got to be jealous of, darlin'," he says, his free hand smoothing along her spine. "Nothin'."

Mac bites her lip a little. "You'd be jealous if I loved someone else?"

"I would," he says, and he says it low and close to her ear, hopes she can hear the sincerity in it.

"I wouldn't love anyone else," Mac whispers back. "I love you, Jackson."

"Good girl," he says. "Now. You still want to go up against something?"

"I do," she murmurs back. "Please?"

"I think I want to tie your hands," he says, guiding her up to standing. "Really remind you of how much control you let me have."

"You can, if you want," Mac says, nodding once. She's completely helpless between the blindfold and the ties and it's a little scary.

"You trust me to never let anything happen to you," he says, walking her forward a step, back towards the house.

"I know you'd never let anything happen to me or the baby," MacKenzie agrees. "You'll take care of us."

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"Damn straight I will," he says. "No matter what goddamn games we're playing." He pushes her up against the back door of the house, moving away from her to grab something to secure her hands. "Tell me how you'd like to get fucked in the ass."

"Slow?" It's not the sexiest option but it's the one that she wants and she thinks she's occasionally entitled to ask for that.

"I can do that," he says, nudging her feet wider apart with the toe of his boot. "Slow and deep."

"Yes, slow and deep," Mac agrees. "Make me really feel it? Make me know that I'm yours?"

He takes a moment just to look at her, pressed up against the wall with her hands bound in the small of her back, her legs spread. He rips open the package of lube and squeezes it liberally onto his fingers, into the cleft of her ass. They do this often enough that he shouldn't have to spend too long opening her up. He presses one finger into her without warning.

"Oh, honey," Mac whimpers softly. "Honey, please? Feels so good."

"Sir, Mac," he reminds her, pressing another finger in alongside the first, fucking her with them. "Or Captain."

Mac draws in a sharp breath. "Sir, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Captain, I'm sorry."

He nods, free hand on the back of her neck, keeping her pressed forward against the door.

"You still imagining them watching?" he asks as he fucks her with his fingers.

"Yes," Mac says softly. "I feel completely exposed and at your mercy."

"If I was them right now, I'd be making lists of what I wanted to do to you when I got the chance," he says, pulling his fingers out of her slowly.

"But you're the only one who gets to have me," Mac says, soft and sure of that fact. "I'm glad of that."

"I'm the only one," he says, hand on his cock, pressing against her, teasing her for just a moment.

Mac whimpers softly. "Captain, please? Please give me your cock?"