Page 67 of The Game Plan
He moved his hand from her nipple down to the apex of her thighs, her body already ready for his fingers. He dipped one digit inside her, and she cried out, her fingers tightening in his hair as he slipped another finger inside her and slowly thrust into her.
Releasing her nipple, he took the other into his mouth, the cold flesh pebbling under his ministrations.
His cock twitched with desire as she moaned—louder this time.
Fuck.
Thrusting into her, he moved his thumb to her clit—the soft flesh already ready and begging for his attention.
“Yes,” she muttered, moving her hips against his hand as she chased her orgasm.
“Take it,” he grunted, urging her on. “Take what you want.”
“Fuck,” she cried, grabbing his arm as he continued to pleasure her.
Dragging her hand from his hair, she reached over to grab the satin beside her, squeezing the dark fabric between her fingers as he teased her desire higher and higher.
She let out a cry when her body contracted on his fingers, squeezing the digits tightly as she came against his hand.
Slipping his fingers from her, he pulled away from her breast to look down at her.
A deep red flush of exertion appeared where the pink glow had been, and he smiled, leaning down to kiss her.
“You look so beautiful after you’ve come all over my fingers,” he said, stroking his hard cock before he leaned over to grab a condom from the nightstand. Slipping it on, he slowly teased his thick shaft up and down her slit.
“You ready for me?” he asked, drawing back before she responded, “Yes.”
She shuddered as he slid his cock inside her, tugging his body tightly to hers.
A thought came to him, and he was a little surprised that it was coming to him just now, but he decided to say something instead of waiting.
“I wanted to let you know that I didn’t take a dime for the Reboot commercial,” he said, thrusting slowly in and out of her.
Her eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. “You didn’t?”
He shook his head. “I didn’t even sign a contract to appear in the commercial. It’s only the kids and the team.”
He buried his cock inside her, and she cried out, digging her nails into his back.
“I think I’m falling in love with you,” she whispered, tears in her eyes.
He froze above her, his heart rejoicing at the statement.
Love?
He hadn’t even thought about love.
I guess sometimes it hits you when you least expect it.
He chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. “I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”
“Be careful, Mr. Vaughn,” she warned, “If I fall in love with you, you can only be mine.”
“Don’t worry, Miss Cooke,” he replied, “You were mine from that very first night.”
Then he showed her what it was really like to be fully, undeniably, his.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN