Sloane began to move her fingers in a circular pattern between Reese’s legs, purposefully avoiding her clit, getting ever so close and moving off again, reveling in what it seemed to be doing to Reese. “You’re even wetter now. You must like this.”
“I love it when you touch me.” Reese’s voice was breathy, her breathing shallow. Her hips began to move faster, seeking Sloane’s hand, pressing into it, desperate for more attention, more pressure.
“What is it you want?” Sloane said in her ear.
“I want you to fuck me,” Reese said. “I need you to.”
“How bad?”
“So bad. Baby. Please.” Reese bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. Sloane liked the image very much. So much that she slid inside, filling Reese, pumping her with two fingers and then three. She allowed her thumb to brush Reese’s clit ever so briefly, nodding when Reese twitched and whimpered.
“Was that good?”
“Mm-hmm,” Reese said, eyes still closed as Sloane moved in and then out again in a rhythm that left her very much incontrol. Reese’s quiet little cry that accompanied Sloane’s every thrust was extra motivation. She brushed her clit again. “Please. More.”
Sloane began to pass over it and back, softly with her thumb at first until accelerating as Reese’s hips moved faster in a frenzy. “Yes. Just like that. God. Oh, fuck. Yes, Sloane. More, more.” She rode Sloane’s hand, leaning back against the counter. Finally, Sloane increased both her pressure and her speed until Reese bowed and cried out as she tumbled. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. That was too good.” She slid her hand under Sloane’s jaw, her breathing still ragged. “God, your voice does things to me.”
“Yeah, well, your body does things to me. She palmed Reese’s breast through the T-shirt. “I don’t ever think I’ve known a sexier person. Especially one with a duck on her shirt.”
Reese laughed quietly. “I hope that means we can do lots more of this.”
“Breakfast sex?”
“All of it.”
Sloane smiled sincerely. “You have no idea how much more I want of this.” She stepped in, and they shared a lingering kiss that made Sloane go up on her tiptoes for maximum access to those lips that drove her wild. Her midsection fluttered, her thighs quivered, and she wanted to live in this moment forever. Alas, they had the day ahead of them, and with as little time as they had together over Reese’s visit, she didn’t want to miss showing Reese her little piece of the world. “Should we take a walk to see the neighborhood?”
“We have to, or I’d be hugely sad. Let me shower and change, then we can see what this ridiculously pretty neighborhood has going on.”
“Perfect. I’m going to sit here and drink coffee and watch you walk away.”
Reese understood the assignment because the walk was something to behold. The way the T-shirt shifted to the side with each sway of her hips, revealing the tight cling of the baby blue underwear to the bottom of her ass.
Sloane took a sip of her still-warm coffee and smiled. Yeah, this was going to be a great day.
CHAPTER 25
EXCITEMENT FIRST
Reese slid into a pair of her favorite jeans just as her phone began to dance on the creamy gray marble of the bathroom counter. She hopped toward it, one leg still fighting to make it inside, hair damp and loose around her shoulders.
“Oh shit,” she said, catching sight of her agent’s name on the readout.
She grabbed the phone and fumbled with the last button of her jeans. “Jeremy, hi,” she said, trying—and failing—to hide the breathlessness from the hop over.
“Hey, superstar,” Jeremy said, voice already pitched somewhere between excitement and restraint. “You got a minute?”
Reese’s pulse kicked.This is it. Or it’s nothing. Don’t get ahead of yourself.
“Yeah,” she said, leaning her hip against the counter. “What’s up?”
A pause—too deliberate to be casual.
“Okay,” Jeremy said. “So. Ezra Fernandez is having his gallbladder out. Emergency surgery. He’s fine, but he’s out for next weekend. Possibly the weekend after that. We’ll have to wait and see.”
Reese went very still.
Out in the other room, Sloane laughed at something probably on her phone. The sound threaded straight through Reese’s chest.
