Chapter 21
VISIBLE, NOT ESSENTIAL
Reese laid out her clothes for the fan zone event later that afternoon while Sloane sat on the edge of the bed, blinking at her open laptop.
She needed ten minutes to catch up on all she’d missed in the air, and then she and Reese had a little time to themselves.
Reese couldn’t wait until Sloane was all hers.
She looked amazing with her hair in a messy pony, her crystal-blue eyes bright, and that gonna handle it attitude that drove Reese wild.
“It sounds like Veronica’s team meeting has morphed into a champagne reception. Apparently, she’s landed a big fish.”
“By fish, do you mean sponsor?” Reese asked, straddling Sloane from behind, and sweeping her hair to the side, exposing her neck.
She was obsessed with Sloane when she had her work face on, all focused and dialed in.
It made her want to undo every ounce of that concentration.
She placed a slow kiss on her collarbone.
Just that slight contact prompted Reese’s entire body to come alive. Sloane smiled as she studied her inbox.
Reese kissed higher, taking her time. “Mm-hmm. Wonder who that could be.”
“No idea. Some brunette with amazingly talented lips. It’s warm in here,” Sloane said, looking around.
“I think I’m gonna take this off.” She began to unbutton her forest green top, leaving her in the black, low-cut tank top beneath.
The generous line of cleavage slammed Reese in the throat.
She swallowed and slid closer behind Sloane, her hands settling at Sloane’s hips like they belonged there.
“You do that on purpose,” she said softly, voice rough around the edges.
“You know I’m addicted to your breasts. And it’s totally working. ”
Sloane glanced back at her, utterly unbothered. “What did I do?”
“Wear a tight top that shows off amazing amounts of cleavage that make me want to lick and kiss all over your body until you scream my name.” Reese leaned in again, her mouth brushing the skin just below Sloane’s ear.
“Oh.” Sloane swallowed.
“Mm-hmm.” Another kiss just under Sloane’s jaw. She smelled vanilla and citrus. “You’re wildly sexy right now, and I’m wondering how fast I can make you come. But slow might be more fun.”
Sloane sucked in air. “Well. I have no idea how you can do what you just did to me with words, but here we are.” She closed the laptop slowly before setting it aside. “Good,” she said. “Because after that email, I’m officially off the clock.”
Reese’s hands tightened, just slightly. “Finally.”
Sloane turned and slid her arms around Reese’s neck, close enough now that their lips nearly touched. “You’ve been patient while I worked,” she murmured. “I appreciate that.”
Reese smiled, all promise. “I’ve been counting the minutes until I fuck you properly.”
Sloane closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around Reese as she kissed Sloane’s neck with precision.
“Do you know that I’ve been undressing you in my mind since the moment I saw you? I have. So maybe it’s me who will be doing the fucking.”
Reese’s eyes went wide, and she allowed herself to be lowered onto the bed with Sloane in that fucking black tank top on top.
That tank top was going to taunt her for months.
It was going to replay itself in sharp, merciless flashes: the way the fabric dipped low enough to make her mouth go dry, the faint sheen of skin she’d memorize without meaning to, the soft pull of gravity every time Sloane leaned over her.
Months from now, Reese would see that same cut in a mirror or on a stranger, and her body would respond instantly, remembering black cotton stretched warm over round breasts, Sloane’s weight above her, and the exact moment her control had slipped clean through her fingers.
“Take off your pants for me,” Sloane said, sliding to the side. “I want to watch.”
Oh, Reese liked that very much. Wordlessly, she slid her thumbs beneath the waistband of her track pants, Sloane’s eyes on her movement, focused and unmistakably hungry.
If she wanted a show, Reese would enjoy giving it to her.
She eased the pants down her legs, kicking them off, and waited for further instruction.
“Those, too,” Sloane said, eyes on the black bikinis that matched her bra.
Her wardrobe was full of sets that she’d found Sloane appreciated very much.
Reese slid the fabric down her legs inch by slow inch.
She felt Sloane’s gaze like a physical touch, tracing every revealed curve.
When the bikinis joined the track pants on the floor, Reese stayed kneeling on the bed, naked now except for her bra, waiting.
Heart hammering. Already slick with anticipation.
Sloane’s voice came low, reverent. “Look at you.”
The words landed like a spark straight to Reese’s core. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to squirm.
“Reese. You’re beautiful,” Sloane continued. “Arch for me a little. Let me see you.”
Reese obeyed instantly, clasping her wrists at the small of her back, chest lifting, offering herself up. The position made her breasts strain against the lace, nipples hard and visible through the thin fabric. Sloane’s eyes darkened.
“Beautiful,” she murmured. “Can you turn around for me? Face the headboard.”
Reese’s breath caught. She shifted slowly onto all fours, deliberately—making it a show because she knew Sloane liked to watch.
Palms planted on the mattress, knees spreading just enough, ass up, back dipped in a gentle curve.
Vulnerable. Exposed. And so fucking turned on that she could feel the heat between her thighs.
Sloane moved behind her without hurry. The bed dipped as she knelt there, close enough that Reese could feel the warmth radiating off her body. A hand smoothed up the back of Reese’s thigh, light at first, then firmer, possessive. Reese shivered.
“Spread your knees a little more,” Sloane instructed gently. “Just like that. Perfect.”
Reese complied, opening herself wider. The air felt cool against her wetness, heightening every sensation. God.
Sloane’s fingers traced lazy circles over Reese’s ass, then dipped lower, skimming the sensitive skin at the crease of her thigh. Teasing. Never quite where Reese needed her most. It was excruciating in the most wonderful sense.
“Please,” Reese whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it.
Sloane placed a kiss on the small of her back. “I love when you ask so sweetly.”
Her hand finally slid between Reese’s legs, palm cupping her fully for a moment, letting Reese feel the pressure without movement. Then two fingers parted her, stroking slowly, gathering slickness. Reese’s hips rocked back instinctively, chasing more.
“I’ve got you,” Sloane said. Her free hand pressed gently at the small of Reese’s back, holding her in place. “Let me take care of you, okay?”
Reese whimpered but obeyed, trembling as Sloane’s fingers circled her clit, slow, deliberate swirls that built the ache without mercy.
Then they slid lower, pressing inside her in one smooth glide.
Reese gasped, walls clenching around the intrusion.
Sloane didn’t thrust right away. She curled her fingers instead, stroking that perfect spot inside while her thumb kept lazy pressure on Reese’s clit.
The rhythm built gradually, coming in unhurried strokes from behind, each one dragging against every sensitive nerve. Sloane’s other hand roamed: gripping Reese’s hip, sliding up to palm her breast through the bra, pinching a nipple just hard enough to make Reese moan.
“You feel so good like this,” Sloane murmured, leaning forward so her chest brushed Reese’s back. “All open for me.”
Reese could only nod, words lost in the mounting pleasure. Her arms shook, and her thighs burned from holding the position. But she didn’t move. Didn’t dare.
Sloane’s pace quickened, just enough. Fingers curling harder, thumb circling faster. Reese’s moans turned desperate, body tightening, coiling.
“Come for me,” Sloane whispered against her ear. “Right here, just like this.”
The command tipped her over. Reese shattered with a broken cry, pulsing around Sloane’s fingers, hips jerking despite the hand still holding her steady. Waves of pleasure rolled through her until she was spent, forehead dropping to the sheets, breath ragged.
Sloane eased her fingers out slowly, soothing with gentle strokes along Reese’s back and thighs. She pressed soft kisses to the curve of Reese’s spine, then helped her collapse onto her side, curling around her from behind.
Reese turned her head, seeking Sloane’s mouth. The kiss was gentle, almost reverent. Their lips lingered in soft, open presses, no rush, no demand.
“You just wrecked me,” Reese managed, shaking her head. “I came so hard. Fuck.”
“There was fucking,” Sloane smiled against her lips. “I hope you liked it.”
Reese laughed breathlessly. “God help me, I did.”
They stayed tangled like that for a few quiet minutes, Sloane tracing idle patterns on Reese’s hip, Reese’s fingers laced with hers.
That is, until Reese’s thoughts turned to Sloane’s body, her curves.
Her hunger slid back into place, and she slid on top.
Sloane landed on her back beneath her, that black tank top still clinging.
“Just what is happening now?” Sloane asked, staring up at Reese.
“I think it’s your turn.”
“Oh yeah?” Sloane asked, blue eyes darkening.
Reese settled her thighs on either side of Sloane’s hips, palms braced beside Sloane’s head. She dipped low, brushing her lips against Sloane’s ear. “You’ve been so patient. But I can feel how worked up you are.”
Sloane’s hips lifted instinctively, seeking friction and finding none. “Reese …”