Page 54 of The Game Plan
Standing, she released his hand and came around the table.
He pushed his chair back, and she sank into his lap, his hand coming to rest on her knees, his other on her back.
“Yes,” she replied. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
Reese buried his hands in the hair at the nape of her neck and tugged her mouth down to his, sealing her soft moan behind her lips.
She pressed her body close to him, frustrated by the amount of clothing they wore.
Breaking the kiss, she removed her blazer, tossing it away from her body as she reached for the buttons on his dinner jacket. She carefully undid them and slipped her hands underneath the thick fabric to push it off his shoulders.
He dragged his arms from the sleeves, his hands coming to rest on her bare arms.
Pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw, he teased his lips down her neck to her collar.
“So beautiful,” he murmured into the curve of her neck. He gave her a nip on her neck, and her head fell back, his lips burning a path down to her chest.
Her breasts were heavy and ached for his touch, straining against the confines of the sparkly pink dress. She didn’t wear a bra with this dress since it wasn’t needed, so all he had to do was tug on the zipper and release her.
He slipped one of the thin straps down, following it with his lips, sliding his fingers into the other to remove it as well.
“Yes,” she whispered, shifting on his lap. His erection pressed against the side of her thigh, and she looked back down at him, his hazel eyes darkening to almost brown with desire.
She placed her hands on his face and drew his lips to hers for another kiss, heat spiking through to her core.
Cupping her jaw in his hand, he brushed his thumb over her cheek, pulling away to look at her.
“Remember,” he said, “if you want to stop, you say so. No questions asked.”
His consideration for her brought tears to her eyes. “Okay.”
They looked toward the door when they heard it open, watching as the small staff of three exited the apartment.
“Is that everyone?” she asked.
“Yes.”
She smiled and stood, then straddled him, bringing her body down against him.
“Oh my God,” he groaned, moving his hands to her back, resting them on the zipper. The dress sagged as the metal slipped down the track.
Sutton pulled the slim straps from her arms, and the sequined fabric bunched at her waist, revealing her breasts to his gaze.
“Perfection,” he whispered, cupping them in his hands.
His lips teased one nipple, and she cried out, the soft flesh pebbling under his warm breath.
He drew her into his mouth with a gentle pinch of the other, her hands sliding into his hair to hold on as heat engulfed her. Releasing her, his tongue traced gentle circles around her stiff peak as his fingers played with the other.
Dragging her hands from his hair, she reached for his dress shirt, determined not to be the only one half-naked. Plucking each button free, she made sounds of appreciation as his muscular chest was revealed.
“Pads really do hide everything,” she said, tugging as hard as she could on the shirt.
He lifted his hips, and she moaned as he thrust up against her, her body so wet against his dress pants—the lace of her thong a thin barrier between them.
Distracted now, she ground her body against him, his thick cock pressing against her clit now that she was open for him.
“Oh… uh… fuck,” she whispered, holding onto the dress shirt as she rode him.