She nodded. “Piper’s gone,” she said, and she unsnapped her bra and let it fall off her arms. “And I’m wearing a skirt. Shame to waste it.”
I took her face in my hands and claimed that sweet mouth before she could say anything else that made me lose my mind. When Reese decided to seduce me, it didn’t take much. Just the fact that she wanted to was sexy as hell.
Tasting her was intoxicating.
She began to wiggle, and I broke the kiss to look down at her. She had dropped her panties and kicked them off as she pulled up her skirt. She was panting. “I missed you,” she said.
I missed her, too, although we had just had hot shower sex five hours ago. I wasn’t complaining. Slipping my hand between her legs, I trailed my fingers over her wet heat. She was more than ready.
I had started to go down on my knees when she grabbed my shoulders. “No. I want you in me. We need to be quick, and I want you now.” She sounded breathless.
After yesterday, I wondered if this was her way of making that memory fade to the background. Whatever it was, I would do anything she asked of me.
After unzipping my pants, she leaned back, watching me, with her hands flat on the desk, putting her gorgeous tits on better display. I shoved my jeans down and then leaned over to cup both breasts in my hands. “Love these,” I said reverently.
“Mmmm,” she said, and her head fell back, exposing her neck.
I wasn’t gonna last long with her all spread out for me like this. I reached for one of her legs, draped it over my arm, and pulled her bottom until it was on the edge of the desk. She was completely open to me now. Her eyes were full of need as she stared up at me.
Slowly, I sank into her as her tight hole gripped me perfectly. “Always so fucking good,” I groaned.
“Yes,” she agreed, lifting her hips so that I was buried as deep as I could go. “Ahhh!” she cried out when she was full.
“Reese,” I said breathily, needing her eyes on me. “Look at me.”
She did as I asked, and I began to move within her at a steady rhythm that I knew would bring us both to release faster than I preferred.
“Oh, God!” she cried as her mouth fell open.
I began to pump harder, loving the sound of her cries of pleasure. “This what you want?” I asked.
She reached to cling to my arms. “Yes,” she panted.
“Tell me this is my pussy, Reese,” I said, holding still inside her. I needed to hear it.
“It’s yours,” she said with a smile, wiggling under me.
Grinning, I shook my head. “No, baby. I want you to tell me this is my pussy.” I lowered my head and kissed the tips of her breasts.
“It’s your pussy, Mase,” she said softly, but her eyes flared with excitement as she said it.
“That’s right. It is. Mine,” I said, grabbing her hips and moving with deep thrusts until she was crying my name and clawing my arms.
At the sound of my name tearing from her chest, I climaxed. Nothing would ever be as sexy as that sound.
Reese
By the time the weekend arrived, everything was back to normal. Captain hadn’t been back to my office. He’d sent files over with Major twice, and I had started to breathe more easily.
Today Mase was going to check out two horses he was thinking of buying. I decided I would go grocery shopping. Maryann was going into town to run some errands and said she could drop me off at the grocery store and pick me up an hour later.
This was my first time shopping without Mase, and I was a little nervous about getting everything he wanted. I knew he’d never tell me if I forgot something, but I was focused on getting it just right. I liked the idea of taking care of him.
After spending a good ten minutes picking out the right fruits and vegetables, I moved toward the aisles. I didn’t have to do too much reading here. I’d been grocery shopping for years, so I was good at identifying things by their packaging and labels.
“The little whore grew up.” The low whisper sent ice through my veins. I knew that voice. It had been years since I’d last heard it, but I knew that voice. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t turn around.
“Not gonna say hello to your daddy?” Marco asked. He was not my daddy. He was my mother’s husband, but he wasn’t my daddy. He had been my tormentor.