Page 91 of Fierce-Matt
Her bedroom had been her sanctuary as a child. When EJ would enter it, it felt as if her world was disrupted. She’d call Phoebe to see if she could visit to recalibrate herself mentally and her best friend always said yes.
It worked in the beginning. Until it didn’t anymore.
The source of those frustrating days was standing in front of her with a sexy grin on his face, his suit jacket off, his peach shirt unbuttoned at the collar, blue pants on, brown shoes on his feet.
Even her wildest dreams as a teen never put her in this situation.
But it was one she was going to savor as long as she could.
“I’m sorry about that for you,” he said. “Your eyes are deep right now. I can’t read them or why they changed.”
“How hungry are you?” she asked. She had a wide smile, her eyebrows lifted. “I’ve been wanting to celebrate all day.”
He moved toward her, put his hands under her arms and lifted her up.
In her athletic shorts that she’d changed into before he arrived, she easily wrapped her legs around his waist.
“I’m starving for something more than food. This is more of what I had in mind when you said you wanted to celebrate.”
“I love it when we think alike,” she said. “The couch is a few feet over.”
“The chair is closer,” he said, sidestepping and sitting down.
She slid her feet from behind his back to avoid being trapped, but this forced her to kneel around his hips.
“I guess I’m going to be doing the work again,” she said. She grabbed a fist full of his shirt and tugged it up and out of his pants, her hands slid down to locate the button and undo that, then lowered the zipper.
“You like doing the work,” he said, sending her one of his sexy smirks.
She leaned forward, her lips landing on his. “I do. It’s a good thing we agree.”
He lifted her shirt and tugged it over her head.
“Or I can be a gentleman and put some effort into it.”
“Thanks for that,” she said. “Got a condom or do I have to get up and get one?”
“Sorry. I don’t carry one to work with me and I hadn’t known I was coming here before I went home.”
She let out an exaggerated sigh. “Fine,” she said. “Stay put.”
She scooted off his lap. Her feet hit the floor and she dashed to her bathroom, yanked one out of the box and slammed the drawer they were in and returned.
Her finger pointed at him to lift his butt up.
He knew without the words to shift his pants down and out of the way.
“You need to get rid of a few things.”
“Don’t worry about me.” She put one corner of the condom in her mouth, tore it open, then covered Matt.
He was always ready for her. Big, long, firm, and strong.
She shimmied out of her shorts and underwear, then went to reach around her back to unclasp her bra.
“Keep it,” he said. “It’s pressing your tits together perfectly.”
She looked down to see what he was staring at.
