We both take our time coming down, much of the previous tension settling between us.
Reese’s beautiful body slumps in my hold and I ease back on the force with which I’m pinning her up.
“Thank you,” she exhales through hard-earned breaths.
“A little less pissed off?”
“You could say that.” Her eyes drop to the front of my shorts, and I can’t quite tell if the wetness there is her release or my own. Couldn’t care less either way.
You couldn’t find a shy bone in my body right now if you tried.
“How about you?”
“I don’t know if I’m more or less worked up now,” I tell her honestly.
She bites on her lip as she keeps her eyes focused on where we’re connected, and that hungry look in her eye seems like a good sign. If she’s still wanting this, at least the postcoital regret isn’t settling in.
I take the fingers that were down her leggings and slip the tips into my mouth to lick them clean.
It earns all her attention.
“For the record, you taste phenomenal.”
Her jaw falls open. “You’re not playing fair.”
“I don’t know about that. You just got an orgasm.” I push her hair behind her ear, stroking my thumb over her cheekbone. “You’re stunning when you come, by the way.”
Her smile turns sheepish, a blush covering her cheeks. It’s a bit of a mind-fuck to see this confident woman go shy, but under these circumstances, I revel in it.
“Honestly.” She folds her arms behind my neck, keeping me close. “You shirtless in the gym is some really good spank bank material I’ll be using later anyway. So, thanks for that.”
“I was just thinking the same thing about you in this little outfit.”
Her eyes find me, this soft yet sad smile on her lips. I’m almost certain my expression matches her own as we watch each other. She leans in and kisses me in a way that feels as if she were doing it for the very last time.
And if it’s going to be, I’ll make it last.
Soft kisses turn into desperate ones. Gentle touches morph into frantic, seeking hands. With her pinned to the mirror, we make out with each other like a couple of teenagers finally getting a bit of alone time.
A post-orgasm make-out is highly underrated in my books, and it goes on for minutes until, eventually, Reese pulls back, hooded eyes and kiss-swollen lips.
So beautiful it hurts.
And then I remember what happened the last time we were alone.
“What did Scott want when he interrupted our meeting earlier?”
She rolls her eyes, fingers still toying with the back of my hair. “He thinks he should be more involved with the baseball operations.”
“He can get fucked. What did you tell him?”
“Thatmytitle is president and not his, and that I’m running the team how I see fit.”
There’s a proud grin on my lips as I look up at her. “That’s my girl.”
“I’m not your girl.” She lifts a testing eyebrow. “I’m your boss.”
“Ah, yes. How could I forget? Maybe it was the way you just came all over my cock that has me confused.”
