Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
“This doorway sex isn’t any different than office sex.” A sharp pang in my chest has me cutting my stare before I look at him again. “Never mind. Just fuck me here. We don’t need different.”
“We do need different and more,” he says. “A hell of a lot more.” And suddenly he’s throwing me over his shoulder and walking down the hallway, my bare bum under his palm.
“Reid!” I yelp. “The blood is running to my head.”
“You’ll survive,” he assures me and one of my shoes falls off.
“That was my shoe,” I say, and the other one falls, too.
“I promise not to wear it,” he says, and I can see nothing but his legs before he lays me down on a soft gray couch. “Take off your blouse and bra or I’ll rip them, too.” He kisses me, a deep slide of tongue over too soon. “Now,” he adds, standing up.
I love this blouse and I quickly sit up, pull it over my head, and toss it and my bra, with a fleeting awareness of high ceilings and walls of windows. Reid shrugs out of his jacket, his gaze raking over my naked body, before he tosses it away. “My phone was in my jacket in that hotel room where you left me,” he comments. “My jacket was out of reach.” He reaches for his tie.
I can’t help it. I laugh, pressing my hands to the cushions. “What did you do?”
He leaves his tie dangling and unbuttons his shirt, toeing off his shoes, because as I know well, he’s quite the multitasker when it come to fucking. “I picked up the whole damn couch.”
“How very resourceful of you. Who did you call for help?”
“Royce.”
“Of course. A man paid to keep your secrets.”
He removes his shirt, and my God, the man is really the definition of asshole perfection, complete with rippling abs and broad shoulders, but I don’t get the full package just yet. With his pants still on, he lowers me to the couch and presses me against the cushion, his big wonderful body on top of mine. His lips linger over my lips and the air thickens around us in that combustible way I’ve only known with Reid. We’re fucking, I know we’re fucking and it’s all I want, but there’s something between me and this man, something that is more real than anything I’ve ever felt. “I can’t believe you told me about the jacket.”
“I just wanted to make sure you know all the reasons I have to punish you tonight.”
There’s something in the way he says those words, something that cuts from deep inside him and my hand goes to his jaw. “I didn’t betray you,” I whisper. “I swear to you, Reid.”
“I know.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I heard it in your voice in the message. I know, and it would be so much easier if I didn’t.”
“What would be easier?”
“Everything.” He gives me no chance to ask what he means. His mouth closes down on mine, and in the depth of that kiss is the everything he’s just declared. Everything he wants. Everything that I want. Everything that he intends to take from me tonight.
Chapter twenty-five
Carrie
Reid’s kiss devours me. He devours me. The taste of him. The heavy perfection of his weight on top of me. His hands traveling over my body, cupping my breasts. His lips at my ear as he whispers, “We’ll eventually make it to the bed,” and those words punch me in the chest.
His bed.
Me in it.
It shouldn’t feel like a big deal. We’re fucking. He’s trying to fuck me out of his system, and who knows how many women have been here, in his bed, fucked and forgotten. That idea bothers me when getting fucked on his desk didn’t. I don’t want a relationship, I don’t expect a relationship. I don’t—
His mouth closes down on mine again, driving away all thoughts, his fingers tugging at my nipples, and not gently. I moan into his mouth and arch into the touch, wanting more, but he denies me. He tears his mouth from mine and for a moment, he just lingers there, lips just above mine, and he breathes with me. “We’ll make it to the bedroom,” he repeats, “but not until we get past that punishment I promised you.”
I don’t even have time to digest that incredulous statement before he’s moved, lifting off of me, and when I would rise to follow, he flips me onto my stomach. Suddenly I’m across his lap and his hand is on my backside. I raise up on my elbows and look over at him. “What are you doing?” I ask, my heart racing.
He squeezes one of my cheeks. “Punishing you for making me obsess over your beautiful ass since the day I met you.”
“That’s not my fault. An ass for an ass and—”