Page 59 of Hotshot

Ooof.

Sloane really shouldn’t be as turned on as she was, but she couldn’t help it. She liked a woman who took charge. Her senses tingled with anticipation.

“We haven’t specifically discussed this, but you need to trust me if this is going to happen.” Ella raised an eyebrow in Sloane’s direction, her voice a low, tantalising rumble, her lips a red-hot invitation. To back up her words, she placed a hand over Sloane’s right breast and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Desire sluiced down Sloane’s body. Ella very much had her attention.

“I’m not normally a dominatrix, but this time around, I’m taking charge. You do what I say, because I don’t want any worsening injuries. Understand?”

Right at this moment, Sloane would agree to anything Ella wanted. “Whatever you say.”

Ella reached across, stopping just before their lips connected. “Promise?” Her warm breath tickled Sloane’s face.

Sloane gave a gentle groan. Enough teasing. “Kiss me, Ella.”

A knowing smile worked its way onto Ella’s face as she closed the gap between them and pressed her lips to Sloane’s waiting mouth.

Sloane’s body hummed with the thrill of it. This was still new enough to have a seismic effect. Ella tasted of sugar and spice, sweet and intoxicating. Sloane gave a low growl as she kissed her right back, the perfect pressure creating the perfect storm.

Ella’s fingers played with Sloane’s nipple through her top.

Sloane’s clit hardened on contact. Then a hand slipped around her waist and pulled her closer, and Ella’s tongue slid effortlessly into her mouth, out again, then back.

Sloane’s mind blanked.

Merry Christmas to her.

In moments, Ella flicked open the buttons on Sloane’s shirt, pushed back the cotton and her bra, then gave Sloane a sultry look that made her suck in the biggest breath of her life. Ella ran her tongue over her top lip, then her bottom, before lowering her head and sucking Sloane’s exposed nipple into her mouth.

Sloane’s brain short-circuited. Breasts and nipples were her downfall. Hers were far too sensitive. She arched into Ella with a groan. Ella took the encouragement and slipped a hand between Sloane’s legs, and pressed just where she knew Sloane wanted it.

Sloane’s body bucked.

Ella glanced up with a sly grin, but never moved her mouth.

Heat pooled in Sloane’s stomach as Ella’s tongue worked its magic. She could happily watch this for hours. Although there was a danger she might expire midway. Ella’s tongue slid left and right, and Sloane groaned again.

Ella eased herself back. “Bedroom?”

Sloane nodded wordlessly.

“Move slowly,” Ella commanded, her voice soft steel. They walked carefully to the bedroom, Ella with a welcome hand on Sloane’s back.

Once inside, Ella carefully rid Sloane of most of her clothes. With every item that hit the floor, she applied her lips to the newly exposed part of Sloane’s skin. Her light touch made Sloane sparkle all over. Outside her large bedroom windows, the evening drew in and the city shivered. Inside her apartment, it was the complete opposite. Sloane might be naked save for her panties, but Ella’s kisses were providing a tropical heat.

When Ella pushed her gently onto the bed, her naked skin connected with the fresh bedding. Sloane was glad she’d made the effort. Ella grabbed a couple of cushions from a nearby armchair and propped Sloane’s ankle on them. Sloane went woozy at the gesture.

Moments later, when Ella’s gaze raked her body, desire pounded in Sloane’s chest.

“You’re so beautiful. I can’t believe your body.” Ella’s eyes looked hungry. “Such a hotshot.”

Those kinds of words would normally make Sloane blush, but this time, they didn’t. She simply smiled at Ella, and stretched her whole frame a little more. “It would be even more perfect with you naked on top.”

A blush worked its way onto Ella’s cheeks. “I’m not a world-class athlete though, am I?”

“Doesn’t mean you’re not perfect. I’m sure you are.” She didn’t want Ella to feel inadequate. She was anything but.

Ella stood at the foot of the bed, took a deep breath, fixed her focus on Sloane, then popped her shirt buttons.

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