Game On (The Bod Squad Series Book 1) by Gabra Zackman Read Free Book Online Page A

hoping to catch her by surprise. He moved his tongue inside her in one deft move, and she screamed and cried out for more. He devoured her, enjoying every taste of her, her scent, her hand on the back of his head guiding him in farther, her screams of pleasure. He took his time with her, taunting her at one moment, then giving in to her every need the next. All too soon she bucked and arched, coming to a shattering orgasm.
    As she lay shaking, he gently guided her dress off, undid her bra, and saw the still-hard nipples on her spectacular breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucked and bit until he could feel another orgasm shudder through her. Then he ripped off his clothes, unwrapped and rolled on a condom he had grabbed from the bedside table, and entered her in one clean thrust. “Oh god,” she moaned, “Oh, Chas. Oh, yes, yes. God, yes. Take all of me.”
    He moved deeply inside her, slowly and sensually, coming almost completely out before entering her again. He had never felt a woman so soft, so wet, so ready for what he had to offer. He grabbed her ass with his hand as he reared back for more, his breathing getting heavier with each stroke. “Susannah . . .”
    “Oh,” she breathed, “go deeper, Chas. Deeper and harder.”
    He had never been this deep in anyone before, cupping her beautiful round cheeks and moving inside her again and again and again. Finally he thrust the deepest of all, and shuddered with his own climax, falling on top of her in exhaustion and pleasure. He stayed there for a moment, then rolled off her to settle beside her on his back. They lay in stunned silence, looking up at the sky.
    “Well,” she finally said, “not disappointing. Not disappointing at all.”
    He grinned, and she could see his teeth glow in the candlelight. “Really, Legs?” he murmured. “’Cuz I’m just getting started.”
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    JACKSON, THE BOSS, and Lisa Bee sat around the banquette couches in the downstairs living room of PH8. A couple of half-eaten pizzas littered the table along with scattered gold Godiva chocolate boxes, bags of chips, empty beer bottles, and a near-empty bottle of Blanton’s. The Boss was balancing the company books, Lisa Bee was listening to Madonna on her iPod, and Jackson held his face in his hands, occasionally stealing a glance at Lisa Bee. A radio transmitter sat in the center of the table, and from it came the sounds of Susannah and Chas having sex for the third time that night. Jackson groaned.
    “I can’t do it, Bossman,” Jackson complained. “I can’t listen to it again.”
    “Come on, Jackie,” chirped Lisa Bee, “ain’t it turning you on, just a little bit?”
    “No,” Jackson said emphatically. “Maybe a little the first time. But now? This is just too extreme.”
    “Hmph,” huffed Lisa Bee. “Well, that’s disappointing. I thought for sure—”
    Jackson rounded on her. “If it was me, baby, I’d go all night. There’s no question of that. But listening to someone who feels like my little sister? Enough is enough.”
    “Surely,” the Boss said, breaking his silence, “we can give credit where credit is due, right? I mean, I knew Legs had it in her, but you have to admit this is . . . exceptional.”
    They all listened to the crescendo of a mutual orgasm that lasted for minutes and seemed to fade, like a haunting melody, slowly into the night.
    “Well, hot damn,” said Jackson. “Talk about downloading his hard drive!”
    Lisa Bee let out a long, musical laugh. “I guess that’s one way to hack in.”
    The Boss smiled. “Now, now. I’m just glad Legs is having a good time. I think she needed it. If she can get what we need as well, that’s just a bonus.”
    Jackson turned to him with a smirk. “When did you become Father Christmas?”
    The Boss chuckled. “Since I realized Legs might save my ass yet again . I think she deserves an early Christmas bonus. Though judging by the sound of this night, I think she already got it.”
    As it