Page 47 of Game Change

“Let’s keep things professional, Ms. Barber,” I say, throwing her words back at her. To twist the knife, I add, “I don’t discuss my personal life with my employees.”

She’s definitely jealous, and she hates that she is. My phone buzzes again, but it’s my sister this time. I make it a point to let out a fake chuckle as I pretend to type back a lengthy response.

Brynne is steaming by the time I put my phone down. My office door opens, and it’s Heath holding a large mug. I don’t know how many times I’ve told the kid that I only drink coffee in the morning, but he won’t listen. He hands it to me and does an exaggerated wink like we’re in on some secret. Then he straightens and runs his hands over his cardigan. This one is tan and has brown and green leaf designs. I nod in approval and take a sip.

“I’ll see you later, Mr. Kincaid.” Another exaggerated wink, and he backs out of the office. I’m surprised we’ve gone this long without being discovered.

“Like I said, I’ll get back to you.” I expect her to storm out, but she doesn’t.

“Is there any particular reason why you might say no?” I can tell it kills her to have to ask that. If things had gone differently, I’m sure Ernestine would already be in the position. “She needs the promotion. She will have two kids in college this fall, and—”

“She’s not exactly managerial material. She’s combative, ill-tempered, rude—”

“Combative?” she asks as if that description is absurd. She takes a step closer, and despite the smell of the coffee, her scent affects me.

“Yes, combative. Unnecessarily so.”

“That’s untrue—” She swings her arm, and her hand hits my mug. A good amount of the hot liquid splashes out and lands on her shirt, most of it hitting her exposed skin. “Fuck,” she says. I quickly put the mug down and grab a handful of tissues.

Without thinking it through, I start to dab the liquid off her skin. I don’t know why I do it, but I wrap my free arm around her waist to keep her in place. Her scent hits my nose, and this close, it’s like an immediate drug. She smells different than she did when we were on vacation. She smells better. I inch closer to inhale more and she doesn’t try to move away.

A fourth button opens, and I see a patch of her lacy black bra. I drop the tissue and look down into her eyes. They’re wide, and I recognize something there. It’s want. It’s the same look she gave me our first night together. She’s remembering everything that she’s tried to forget. She doesn’t know that I relive every moment we’ve spent together daily.

I don’t give myself time to think or time for her to run. I lean down and take her in an aggressive and deep kiss. She kisses me back with just as much passion. Her arms wrap around my neck, and I lift her off her feet. She wraps her legs around me. I walk to my door and lock it before returning to the couch. We don’t break the kiss as I lay her down on it. We don’t break it as I tug her shirt out of her pants and pull it open, sending the buttons everywhere. Her bra has a front clasp. I undo it, and her breasts spring free. I break the kiss to look down at what I’ve been missing for the past few weeks, and my mouth waters at her hardened nipples. I take one in my mouth, bite, and pull it. She moans, and in that instant, I know she’s been wanting me as much as I’ve been wanting her.

She grabs my shirt and pulls it open.

“Fuck,” I mutter when a button hits me in the face. Her hands slide underneath my white tee, and I groan at how good her touch feels. I take her lips in a rough kiss while I tease her nipples with my hand.

My dick is as hard as cement and begging to be set free. I manage to pull away and yank off one of her boots. I toss it hard across the room, and it hits the wall. I pull down one pant leg, and rip the side of her panties, leaving her pussy bare and glistening in front of me.

“Oh, hells yes,” I moan as I stick my head between her legs and taste what I’ve been missing for weeks. I lick and bite her clit. Her hands slide into my hair, and she spreads her legs wider for me. I eat her like a starving man. I eat her until I bring her to the brink of orgasm. As much as I want her cream on my face, I need to be inside of her. I lift my face from her pussy long enough to undo my belt and zipper. I spring free and sink into her without a moment’s hesitation. I don’t think about protection. I don’t have any on me, and nothing would stop me from sliding into her. When her moans get too loud, I smother them with my mouth and start to move inside of her.

I moan, too, as I sink deeper into her velvety walls. I roughly grab her breast the way I remember she likes. I pound into her and leave her mouth to kiss the side of her neck, only to return to her lips because she can’t control her moans.

“You have to be quiet,” I whisper against her lips.

I pinch her nipple, and she whimpers. “I can’t,” she manages to croak out. I kiss her again just in time to swallow her next moan. She matches me thrust for thrust. Her hand slides down my sweaty back until she gets to my ass. She squeezes me, and I sink deeper inside of her.

I’m on the cusp of exploding, and I promise myself I’ll finish her off with my mouth, but she lets out a loud moan that I contain with my kiss. She starts to shake underneath me, and feeling her come apart in my arms spurs my orgasm.

I moan in her mouth. She breaks the kiss and takes a breath as she still convulses. I continue to empty inside of her as my release seems to be endless. I stay on top of her, and our bodies remain intertwined. We continue kissing, and as we both come down to earth, I leave her mouth and nibble the side of her neck. Her nipples are still hard, and while I tease one with my hand, I take the other in my mouth and suckle her. She moans softly, and I let go of her breast so I can touch her pussy.

“So wet,” I say before I slide a finger inside of her. “Shh,” I whisper when she starts to moan. “I don’t want anyone else to hear those sexy sounds you make.” I add another finger and manage to smother her next moan with my mouth before it gets too loud. “Who is this pussy wet for?” I ask.

I stroke her clit with my thumb, my fingers remaining inside of her. She throws her head back and moans again. “You,” she says without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation. “It’s wet for you.”

“Mmhmm,” I say as I rub her clit until she comes undone again. “Shhh,” I whisper into her mouth. “For my ears only.” She doesn’t listen as she continues to moan and thrash under me, but her moans are soft and sultry. My dick hardens again.

“Aaah,” she whispers in my mouth, and that carnal little sound is enough to make me slide inside of her again. I go in slowly this time and stop when I'm ensconced. She throws her head back, and I take one of her stiff nipples in my mouth.

I love her slowly. Slowly and deeply. I give her all of me and go as deep as possible before pulling almost all the way out.

She spreads her legs wider, and I feel our moisture on the couch. I’ll worry about that later. I’m too caught up in how good she feels to care. She grinds underneath me and I pump inside of her until I hear a loud knock. I stop my thrusts, but she doesn’t stop her moans. I put my hand over her mouth.

“Yes?” I say, proud of myself for sounding somewhat in control.

“Why do you sound like that?” Heath says. “Are you running a marathon in there? Open the door.” He jiggles the knob.

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