Oughta Be a Movie: a Sugar-&-Spice romantic comedy by Susan Hammond Page B

for a second as she separated the two sides, looking at him again as she shrugged it off and let it drop. Magnificent. His hands tightened on the edge of the desk. It was a sure thing that one group of his molecules was very busy. How the hell was he supposed to hold out long enough to take this where he wanted it to go? But he wasn’t waiting any longer to touch her. “Come here.”
    She stepped out of her heels, and he let that go for now. He’d have her put them back on later. Holding out his hands, he pulled her to stand between his legs and filled his hands with her breasts. “So beautiful.” When he softly rubbed across her nipples, she arched into his hands. “Cross your arms behind your back.” She hesitated a second then did as he asked. His hands at her hips, he pulled her closer and lowered his head to take one tip in his mouth, stroking her gently with his tongue, then suckling, at first gently, then harder. She arched again and her head tilted back. Exploring this, he moved to the other tip and held it with his teeth, teasing it with his tongue before he nipped. She stiffened, then her head dropped further back, and she made that soft sound in the back of her throat. Using his thumb, he massaged where he’d left the small pain then returned to the gentle torture of touching her too lightly before he pinched and twisted.
    “Ben.”
    All she’d said was his name, but it sounded like a plea. “Patience, sweetness. Let it build.” Looking away and reminding himself that he needed to take that advice himself, he glimpsed her reflection in the closet-door mirror across the room.
    They might be called boy shorts, but there was nothing “boy” about them. Sweet, innocent, white knit, clinging to that tempting ass. A hint of saucy cheeks just visible, could only be better if they were pink from his hand. Pink like the writing across the swell of her butt. From that distance and reversed in the mirror, he couldn’t make out the words.
    “Turn around.”
    Sassy Pants Day!
    He laughed. “Sassy pants, huh?” She glanced down as if to see what she was wearing. Then looked over her shoulder at him with a grin.
    “They’re part of a set. Kinda like Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday…except with attitude. But I can’t find my Bossy Pants.”
    “Good.”
    He was still chuckling as he pinned the elbow she’d tried to nudge him with. “As appealing as your sassy pants are, I want to see your sassy ass. Naked.” Her eyes widened. “Step forward.” He dropped to a crouch behind her and slid the panties down, leaving a kiss on each inch he revealed. More than one at the crease between her thigh and buttock. Standing up behind her, his fingertips grazed the cleft between her cheeks, and he felt her response. “Okay, game on.”
    He sat in the desk chair and patted his thighs. “Sit here. Straddle my lap.” Ali didn’t move except for her eyes flitting between his eyes and his lap.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “I’ll be kind of exposed.”
    “Exactly.”

Chapter 13
     
    Ben bit back his smile at the look she gave him. She wouldn’t win any prizes in a Best Submissive Contest—in fact, that look would earn most submissives an immediate trip to a spanking bench—but she sat as he’d asked. He ran his hands along her thighs. “Good girl.” He was ready for a killer look, even a smart remark, but it was something else. In fact, she looked nervous but pleased with herself.
    “I get the first question. Five seconds to start your answer, and the game is called Truth or Consequences.” He paused for her nod, then started the game with something simple.
    “Have you ever faked an orgasm?”
    Apparently relieved at the question, she giggled as she answered. “That’s easy. Of course.”
    “You have?”
    Wrinkling her nose, she nodded. “I’m very good at it.”
    “You mean like ‘I’ll have what she’s having’?”
    “Just like that. When Harry Met Sally , Estelle Reiner as the woman in the diner. So