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“You did amazing,” he says, pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips.

I can smell the tangy scent of me on his breath and mouth and surprisingly I feel a pull low down in my core.

Gently, Reed lifts me up as if I were a feather and I hear the swish as he sweeps the covers down a moment before he places me back on the bed. My head settles happily onto the softness of my cool pillow.

Two hollow thumps sound and then Reed is sliding into bed beside me, still fully clothed. The thumps must have been his shoes, I deduce sleepily as I curl to the side and burrow my back against his warm body.

His hand skims along my hip, dipping down to graze along the rounded cheek of my butt. Then his fingers go lower, and I feel them softly grazing the wet crease of my sex.

With a moan, I part my legs slightly, giving him room to dip his fingers into the still throbbing mouth of my sex. His fingertip circles my opening before lodging solidly inside. Gathering me even closer to him, his lips tease at my earlobe, his breath warm and quick against my skin.

His fingertip is joined by another, his two fingers working to gently stretch me as they slide inside. His thumb presses into my butt as he works his fingers in and out of my slippery pussy. The thick digit is close to my anus but not quite touching. I’ve never done anal and I’m not sure I ever want to, so I relax when he makes no move to touch me there.

His fingers glide slowly in and out of me, my juices gathering and easing the way. Reed burrows his arm under my body, his hand grasping my breast as his other hand shifts and a finger grazes my clit.

I push my butt back against him and let out a soft groan when his fingers pick up their pace, thrusting into me while his other finger slowly sweeps along my clit.

“Reed. Reed.” I chant his name as my channel tightens around his fingers, the smooth inner muscles rhythmically squeezing him as I find my release.

I ride his hand, his finger pressing deep on my clit, while I scream out my bliss as I shatter.

Floating down from my orgasm, I’m dimly away of Reed slipping from the bed and the covers being pulled up and gently tucked around me.

“I’ll call you soon,” he whispers before feathering a kiss on my head.

My eyelids are far too heavy to keep open, so I let them close and release a soft sigh as I burrow deeper into the heavenly covers as my body hums with pleasure.

CHAPTER NINE

REED

Leaving Winnie’s apartment with the scent of her on my face and her heady flavor dancing on my tongue, I’m already planning when I can see her again. And next time, I’ll come prepared with one of my pills.

My erection came and went while I ate her, but when I arrive home I head into the shower and take my cock in hand, imagining it’s her slim little hand stroking me. With constant stimulation, I remain hard and come even harder, bracing my arm against the shower wall while I groan out my release.

Drying briskly and then dressing, I check my calendar and the weather. Thankfully, shifting things around won’t be much of a problem and I have a few days that I can work with if they fit her schedule.

She said she was unemployed, yet also mentioned she wrote children’s books. I’ll have to press her for more details about that. Because if she truly doesn’t have a fixed work schedule, that will make working around mine much easier.

It’s tempting to call her now so we can plan our next date, but remembering the tired happiness on her drowsing face, I hold off. She needs her rest.

A wicked grin curves up my lips and my mood remains good for the rest of the day.

Alas, there is no rest for the wicked, and the next day, I’m bogged down in meetings as well as going over a document that one of the newer paralegals royally screwed up. He’s lucky my good mood from yesterday has carried over or I’d ream his ass out. Considering how pale and sweaty his face is when he takes the document full of red write-ups back, he knows he fucked up and is waiting for the ax to fall.

Locking up my office at four, several heads rise as I stride by. I usually work until six so leaving this early is uncharacteristic behavior for me.

Mitch Davies, a junior partner, is leaning against one of the administrative assistant’s desks, probably heavily flirting despite the strong rules advising otherwise that my partner, Logan Cook, and I set up when we started this firm. Mitch jerks guiltily to a stand when I approach.

“Reed, something you needed?”

My gaze goes from his florid red face to the assistant, Sophia’s rosy cheeks, and I try to temper my frown. As long as they’re both agreeable, I don’t care what they do during off hours, but right here at work out in the open? I should probably have a talk with him in my office.

Tomorrow.

“Nope, just heading out.”

I ignore Mitch’s incredulous stare and give him and Sophia a nod. “Have a good evening, you two.”

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