He looked at her with a stern expression as he nodded. “Ugh, yeah.”
“Oh for goodness sakes, yeah, no boys, I promise.”
“All right, love you.”
“Love you,” she said before he shut the door and ran down to his car. Hopping in with a wide grin, Phillip drove faster than usual to Reese’s apartment. The ride was short, thankfully, and once he was at the studio after using the hidden key, he took the stairs two at a time up to Reese’s apartment. She opened the door, standing in only a pair of black lace panties and a white tee. She had no bra on, her hard nipples we noticeable through the thin, white shirt. His eyes ran along her body before meeting her hot gaze. His body went taut as his hands shook at his thighs. He wanted to devour her but, for some reason, he said, “Kevin here?”
He had no clue why he said that but, thankfully, she scoffed as she shook her head. “No, the man I want is here.”
Reaching out, she took the sides of his jacket in her hands before pulling him towards her, their chests touching as she looked up at him, longing shining in her brown eyes. Going up on her toes, she touched her mouth to his and he groaned against her it before his hands wrapped around her waist, mushing her breast to his chest. Her fingers danced along the back of his neck as she deepened the kiss before hiking her leg up and wrapping it around his waist. Dropping his hands to her lace-covered ass, he picked her up, turning her and pressing her against the wall, his hard cock nestled against her hot core.
“God, I want you,” she gasped as he slid his tongue along her jaw. He pulled away, looking into her eyes, his fingers biting into her thighs.
“I’m not going to lie; I didn’t like seeing you with him. I love watching you dance, hottest and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but I didn’t like his hands on you.”
A small smiled pulled at her lips before she cupped his face in her hands. “I like this side of you. It’s hot.”
“I mean it. I was two fucking seconds away from smashing that dudes face in,” he said roughly, his hands dancing along the inside of her thighs.
She gasped against his lips, squeezing her legs around his waist. “Fuck, that’s so hot. I’m so wet.”
He set her with a look, taking her chin with his fingers and looking deep in her eyes. “I’m serious.”
She nodded, her eyes locked with his. “I know, but I don’t want to talk about him. I hated every single thing about today except when I saw you. Don’t you worry one bit about him. He isn’t anything to me. I don’t even like him and he knows I’ve moved on, plus, I like your hands a lot more.”
He liked that a little more than he should and had to pause and look down to keep from saying something that would scare her. Looking back up into her eyes, he asked, “Is that right?”
“Oh yeah, don’t even let him be a thought in your mind. He isn’t one in mine,” she said before running her tongue along his jaw.
“Tell me one of your thoughts,” he growled against her cheek, his cock so hard it hurt.