Mackenzie's P.O.V.
5 March, 2019
"You're sitting on my crotch, Frances. It turns me on."
I couldn't help but let out a deep breathe, focusing on the laptop screen more than Johnny as I didn't reply him. He locked his arms around my waist, nuzzling his nose on the crook of my neck. "Are you deaf? Frances?"
"You are the one who came to my office. You are the one who pulled me up from my chair so that you can sit on it. And you are the one who made me sit on your lap." I snapped, not tearing off my gaze from the laptop. "It's not my fault that you're this much horny."
He hummed against my skin and I could imagine the smile creeping up on his lips. "What perfume did you use? You smell so f*****g good." He changed the topic.
"Why? So that you can buy and use it?" I said, my voice show
