Page 55 of The Game Plan

Waves of need crashed over her, driving her desire higher.

I’ve fantasized about this so many times over the last couple of weeks. It’s even better than I imagined.

“Yes,” he grunted. “Take what you need, Sutton.”

He released her breasts and moved his hands down to her butt to drag the dress up and grab the thick flesh, helping to keep her steady.

With one last thrust, she splintered. Her body came apart against him, and she threw her head back with a cry, shivers coursing through her.

When her body finally calmed, she slumped against him.

“Wow,” she said into his shoulder. Leaning back, she looked at him. “Did I hurt you?”

He smiled and placed a hand on her cheek. “No.”

“Good.”

She sighed, leaning her head into his palm. Shifting against him, his erection bumped into her inner thigh, and she leaned back. A dark wet spot stared back at her, and her cheeks flushed.

“I think I ruined your pants,” she said, looking back at him. “Sorry.”

“I’m not,” he replied, gently tucking a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. “I told you to take what you needed, and you did.”

“Where did you come from?” she whispered, surprised by him at every turn. “You’re like one of those unicorn book boyfriends that you only find in romance novels.”

He truly was one of a kind. She had never met someone like him before, and it was starting to feel like he wasn’t real, and this was some kind of fever dream.

He was wealthy, an athlete, but he was humble and kind. And he cared about other people.

“I don’t know if I’m that good. I still have my flaws,” he said. “I do like money.”

She waved his statement away. “Everyone likes money; that doesn’t count.”

His laugh filled the apartment, and she had to laugh, too.

She was sitting mostly naked on his lap in his beautiful home, talking about flaws.

This is a little bit ridiculous.

Looking down at his mussed shirt, she tugged on it.

“Take this off,” she said.

He held up his hands, and she helped him with the cuffs, then the shirt disappeared into the abyss. He grabbed her dress bunched at her hips and tugged it off, leaving her naked but for her lace thong in his lap.

“I need to take these off, too,” he said, lifting his hips a little.

She reached down to unbutton them, releasing his satin-covered cock. She dragged her finger over the tip, and Reese sucked in a breath through gritted teeth.

“Wait,” he said, stalling her hand as she went to wrap it around him. “I want to come inside you.”

Her jaw dropped, and she gasped as he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up. She crossed her legs around his waist, and he carried her across the apartment to his bedroom, the giant windows of the space letting in the moonlight.

He placed her on her back on the bed, stepping back to remove the rest of his clothes.

Oh my God. He is gorgeous.

He kicked off his shoes and tugged off his socks, then dragged his dress pants and briefs down his legs, revealing his thick shaft to her.