Page 52 of Game Change

Her eyes dart around the room, and I can tell she’s trying to figure out where to run next. Then, she decides to be brave. She stands tall and juts out her chin.

“Jealous? Over you? Get over yourself.”

“And how do you know I had a date last night?” I ask. “Did you read my messages while I was being accosted by that tuna fish sandwich?”

She stands still, but I can see the slight widening of her eyes. She must have read my messages while I was out of the office. I should be upset about her breaching my privacy, but I don’t mind at all.

“Why would I care about your stupid messages?” she asks. “I mean, can she even spell?”

I stand in front of her. Close enough that I can feel her breath. She doesn’t look away when our eyes lock, but I do. I pull at the scarf around her neck and take it off. I move her neck to the side, and that’s when I see it. There are two noticeable love bites on the left side of her neck and one on the right. I lean down and lick along the two on the left. She moans. I roughly grab one of her breasts and squeeze. She purrs like a feral cat.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” I whisper in her ear. She shivers but offers no words. I lick my way from her neck back to her lips. She opens her mouth and breathes deeply. When I put my hand on her throat, she moans and writhes against me. I add a little pressure and she purrs. “You like that, don’t you, Honeybee?” When all she does is moan, I add a little more pressure to her throat. “Answer me.”

“I like it,” she croaks. I slowly move my hand from her throat down her body until I cup her pussy over her perfectly tailored pants. She writhes against me, throws her head back, and moans. I release her pussy only to reach around her and lock the door.

I lift her off her feet, walk us to the couch, and sit with her on top of me. She immediately straddles me, and her mouth lands on mine. We kiss like it’s the very air we breathe. She starts to shrug out of her blazer, and I help pull it off. I pull her shirt out of her pants and unbutton it this time.

“This will be the last time this happens,” she says against my mouth. She undoes my belt and sticks her hand in my pants. I pull them down so my dick can spring free, and when she looks down at it she licks her lips.

“I know you want to. Go ahead.” She gets off my lap, drops to her knees, and takes me in her mouth. “Oh, yeah,” I groan. I throw my head back, and she wraps her hand around my shaft while teasing the tip with her tongue.

She swirls her tongue around the top before she takes it all the way to the back of her throat, and then teases me mercilessly with her tongue while squeezing my shaft. She does it until my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I’m on the cusp of erupting in her mouth.

“Fuck me,” I say. “I want to be inside of you.” She takes me to the back of her throat one more time before it pops out of her mouth. She stands, kicks off her heels, and pulls off her pants and underwear.

She straddles me, and I lift her on top of my dick where she slowly sinks down. Once I’m fully inside of her, she stops, throws her head back, and calls my name. I almost come just from that, but I find the strength to take her shirt off and unsnap her bra.

She starts to ride me, and I know I won’t last very long. I grab one of her nipples and start to suckle while I caress the soft curve of her spine. Her soft moans spur my desire, and when her carnal noises start to get louder, I leave her breast, put my hand on the back of her neck, and direct her mouth to mine so I can swallow those sounds.

“Oh, God,” she moans into my mouth. “I’m coming.”

“Let go, Honeybee.” She writhes, and I wrap both arms around her so I can hold her through her orgasm. I grunt into her mouth while I come inside of her, jerking my hips upright so she can get every last drop of my release.

I continue to kiss her desperately, and she kisses me back. Her back is now soaked with sweat, and once her moans stop, I leave her mouth only because I want to give attention to her other nipple.

“So good,” I mutter. “So fucking good.” She stays on top of me, and I stay inside of her until I soften and slide out.

Chapter 26

Brynne

It was easier yesterday when we fell asleep. I was able to wake up and take my faux anger out on him. It was easy to blame him for everything, even though I wanted it and enjoyed it more than I had any right to.

Now, all I can do is stare at him as I think of my plan of attack, but nothing comes to mind. His hand covers one of my breasts, and he squeezes it before he takes the stiff nipple in his mouth. He sucks, blows on it, and sucks it again. I close my eyes and slide my fingers through his hair. I could sit here and do this all day. His hair is so soft between my fingertips, and his scent has a calming effect.

Then I remember how he lied to me and stole my job. “Get off me,” I say.

“You’re the one who’s on me,” he says with my nipple still in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, bites, and pulls it. I swat at his head, and when he reaches for my wrist, I lose my balance, slide off his lap, and fall on my ass just like I did yesterday.

“This is the worst case of déjà vu I’ve ever had. I told you to keep your dick to yourself.” I stand quickly and put myself back together. My panties are soaked, and he’s still leaking out of me. “What the hell did you call me in here for?” I ask.

I spot my scarf on the floor and bend down to pick it up. He snatches it before I can and holds it up in the air as a victory before he gently wraps it around my neck. I blush at the memory of how I got those love bites.

“I wanted to talk to you about yesterday,” he says. I busy myself with finding my shoes, giving him my back in the process. He doesn’t speak while I take my time putting them on. Once I’m done, he puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me around. “I enjoyed it,” he says softly. “I want more of it. Like every day for the rest of my life.” My eyes widen at his audacity. “But last time, right?” He doesn’t sound like he believes it.

“The absolute last time,” I insist. Once I’m put back together, I stand straight and look at him.

“Why?” he asks.

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