Her Perfect Game by Shannyn Schroeder

deep inside her as he could. She wrapped her legs around his hips and ran her fingers across his shoulders. He slowed his thrusts, but she bucked up against him.
    â€œFaster.”
    He pulled away from the warmth of her body, and before he could make a move, she straightened her legs against his chest and hooked her ankles on his shoulders. He sank deep into her and moved faster to accommodate her request.
    Their flesh slapped with the frenetic pace, and Charlie began to moan again, a sure sign that she wanted to come, that she was close. His hand slid down the front of her thigh, but her hand beat him to the mark. She began to rub herself, and the image was so fucking hot, he lost his last bit of concentration and felt his balls tighten. He dropped her legs and grabbed her shoulders, pounding into her as he emptied. Her hand was trapped between them. She came right after he started, her walls pulsing around him, milking him, pulling him closer. He pumped until he couldn’t move anymore.
    Then he collapsed.
    Charlie slid her limbs away from him, but he wasn’t ready to let go. His right arm remained beneath her as he rolled off. They both stared at the ceiling doing nothing but catching their breath.
    Finally, she broke the silence. “I’ll tell you, Best, that was beyond excellent.”
    He found the strength to push up on his elbow. He didn’t want to read too much into her word choice, but even his ego needed stroking on occasion. “You are aware you just called me Best, right? There’s no taking that back.”
    She winked at him. “I don’t think I need to.”
    He laughed at the easy playfulness of their conversation. “You make things too easy,” he admitted.
    Her face became serious, a flash of something in her eyes, but she pushed it away and smiled at him. “That’s me, Easy Charlie.”
    â€œI didn’t mean it like that. You know I didn’t.” He pushed hair off her forehead and stroked a finger down her cheek. “I mean this—talking, joking, laughing—I’m always comfortable with you. Easy like that.”
    The same brief look came back.
    â€œWhat?” he asked.
    She jumped up quickly, and he thought for a moment that she was going to leave. “Let’s order room service. I’m starving.”
    One thing he should’ve remembered about Charlie was that she liked to eat, especially after having sex. He stretched out on the bed. “Go ahead. Order what you want. I’m going to shower and get some work done. You’ll be here when I get out?”
    She snickered. “You just offered me free food. Of course I’ll be here.”
    He stood and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck to pull her close. “You might enjoy the food, but you’re staying for the sex.”
    His mouth closed over hers before she could spout her snappy comeback. He kissed her breathless and then went to the bathroom. Yeah, he’d definitely missed Charlie. Now all he had to do was convince his boss that she was worth hiring.

Chapter 8
    C harlie inhaled a deep breath. Jonah knew how to short-circuit her brain. She’d wanted to ask why he’d left without a word, without a call. But he kept distracting her with fabulous kisses. Her mind clung to the idea about why she was here now, in his room.
    They’d never had sexual compatibility issues and maybe that’s all this was to Jonah. A great way to spend a weekend. With any other man, she could totally get behind that.
    But Jonah was different. She needed to learn how to make him not different because when the weekend hit, Jonah was going to board a plane and leave her again.
    She picked up the phone and ordered an obscenely large amount of food. She’d skipped dinner, and great sex always made her hungry. While she waited for the food to arrive, she grabbed Jonah’s shirt and logged back in to Resskaar . She needed to talk to Win.
    He still