She gasps as she lifts herself up, creating a bit of distance between our bodies to give herself a momentary break. I only give her a second before I press a palm against her lower back and push her back onto me.
“My clubhouse,” she exhales.
“What was that?”
Bending to put her lips close to my ear, she repeats, “Myclubhouse.”
The rumble of my laugh quickly morphs into a moan when she wraps her teeth around the lobe and bites down.
I don’t know if I’ve ever been so turned on in my life. The pressure of her body rolling on mine. Her hard-earned breaths panting in my ear. The fact that she has to be firm and in charge out there, but when she’s with me, she’s soft and pliable, mostly giving up control.
I let my lips wander over her jawline, kissing a reverent path and making sure each one counts. That each one brands her skin and will make her remember me.
She writhes into me, her chest flush to my own, andfuck, it’s incredible. Having her skin on mine. Having my arms aroundher. I’m so blissed out that all I can do is drop my head back and let her take over the pace for a moment.
Fucking euphoria, I swear, watching her get herself off on me. I’ve never been so happy to be used like a toy in my life. I could throw my hands behind my head and just let her bounce on me until she comes. It’d be the view of a lifetime.
When my head falls to the side, I catch our reflection in the mirror.
The dim lighting paints her curves with shadows, and I follow the way they dance along her body as she moves over me. A spotlight illuminates her face, andGod, I don’t think she could get any more beautiful than she is right now.
It’s unreal, watching this woman on top of me. We look good together. It’s no wonder the boys have been giving me so much shit about my boss. Even I can see in the reflection just how gone I am for her.
“Look at us.” I nod toward the mirror. “Look how good you look riding me.”
Reese follows my line of sight, and I watch those blue eyes drag down the length of us, taking in the entire picture.
Her lips pop open but then close without saying anything.
“What are you thinking?”
Her eyes bounce over us again. “That it doesn’t look wrong.”
No. No, it doesn’t.
She’s mesmerized by the view, and I don’t blame her, but she’s so distracted by looking at the image of us, her hips have halted to a torturously slow pace grinding over me.
Coasting the backs of my fingers over her stomach, I dip them into the waistband of her leggings, and that earns her attention once again.
Wetness pools around my fingertips as I grip the stretchy fabric and yank her forward, restarting her movements.
“You’re going to come,” I tell her.
It’s not a question, but more like an order.
Well, more like a statement, I suppose, because even if I wasn’t here telling her what to do, she’s close enough that it would happen anyway.
“Yes.”
Heat twines around my spine, simmering low in my hips, and I’m right there with her. And that feels like a war in itself. If this is my only chance to see it, I refuse to miss a second of watching Reese Remington fall apart on me simply because I’m too busy with my own orgasm.
With my fingers in her waistband, directing her movements, I let my thumb glide over the front of her leggings. One swipe and I find her clit with the pad of my thumb, rubbing tight little circles over the damp fabric.
“Fuck, Em.” She falls forward with a shudder, her body unable to keep herself upright. Unable to control her movements.
Yet still she chases her orgasm, rocking against me.
She’s not asking me to take over, because she’s far too prideful to ask for that, but I do so anyway. Pushing off from the bench, I cup her ass and carry her to one of the mirrored walls.
