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He took his time, leisurely thrusting in and out of her, letting her adjust to the new angle. His fingers teased her clit andnipples as he took her from behind, and he could see her breath hot against the glass in front of them.
She made a sound and leaned over, moving her body back against him.
He grabbed her hips and held her still for a moment, trying to regain control of himself.
“Let go,” she said, looking at him over her shoulder, her blue eyes dark with desire.
He groaned and thrust deep into her; a cry ripped from her throat.
Filling his hands with her breasts, he pulled almost all the way out, then buried his cock back inside her. Picking up the pace, he fucked her, the sound of their bodies coming together filling his ears.
“Yes!” she cried, moving one hand from the glass to her body, rubbing her clit furiously as he pressed into her. Her body shook, and he felt her come, her pussy squeezing his cock as she crashed into her orgasm.
His balls tightened, and he thrust once, twice, three times into her and emptied himself into the condom with a groan. He laid his head on her shoulder, his heart racing as he rode out his orgasm, his body twitching as he came.
They stood against the window for a few minutes, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
When Reese felt steady enough on his legs, he pulled out of her, his cock already softening from their exertions. He tugged her back against him and dropped a kiss on her shoulder, her only response a soft sigh.
“That was unbelievable,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She laughed and turned around to face him. “Another shower?”
He nodded and took her hand, walking them into the bathroom.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sutton lookedat herself in the bathroom mirror of the Knoxville Convention Center and smiled, feeling beautiful and put together.
She wore the yellow dress with her silver stilettos, her dark hair styled neatly on top of her head by a professional. Her neck shimmered with the white gold necklace she wore, the diamonds catching even in the dull light of the bathroom.
She looked down at her nails and sighed at the soft pastel yellow with a soft chrome, the color shifting as she moved them back and forth.
“Oh my God, I’m so excited!” Carrie said, coming out of the stall behind her.
Her red hair was styled in a tight bun, her dress a dark blue with silver accents. She also wore silver heels, but no necklace as the neckline had all the accents she needed.
“You look beautiful, Carrie,” Sutton said. Carrie’s face beamed.
“Thank you, Sutton,” she replied, turning to the mirror. She messed with her makeup, then caught Sutton’s gaze with hers. “Thank Reese again for the mani-pedi. That was so relaxing.”
Sutton smiled. “I will.”
Reese had spoiled both of them yesterday with massages, manicures, and pedicures, along with a catered lunch for the entire office.
“If this is what it’s like being loved by a professional football player, sign me up,” Carrie said.
“He doesn’t love me,” Sutton replied with a laugh, the thought making her stomach flip flop. She was surprised, as she hadn’t even thought about love yet.
“Not yet,” Carrie quipped. “But he’s already falling, I can tell.” She nudged her with an elbow. “You ready?”
Sutton nodded, and they left the bathroom, and Sutton pushed away the thoughts of love. She had a job to do tonight, and those were thoughts for another night.
“Where is the Grand Ballroom?” Carrie asked.
“It’s right here.” Sutton turned around the corner and pointed to the open doors leading into the space. “It’s one large ballroom tonight so that everyone will fit.”