Page 20 of Undoing the Grumpy Guy

Our relationship was so new that I didn’t have to say anything to my dad about him, yet I couldn’t help shyly mentioning how Mimi, my mom’s mother, had set me up and the date had gone well.

“That’s great, honey,” Dad told me. “Maybe you can bring him around sometime? I could fire up the grill and we could barbeque.”

The thought of Reed sitting in one of Dad’s ancient and dirty canvas camp chairs was almost ludicrous. I doubt Reed had ever been camping once in his life or attended a real BBQ.

But you know what? There’s a first time for everything. Plus, if I wanted to keep seeing Reed- and there were no ifs there, I smile just thinking about the man- then I’m sure that means a lot of give and take on both our parts. I didn’t know if I was suited to be an attorney’s girlfriend, but I was willing to try.

When I parted with Dad early Thursday, he made me promise to visit again soon and bring my new boyfriend with me.

Reed wasn’t my boyfriend.

But when he shows up at my apartment promptly at four, how much I’ve missed him hits me like a ton of bricks, and I realize just how fast I’m falling for him.

His blue eyes slide over me, taking in every detail as he gives me that amazing smile of his.

Before I know it, we are in each other’s arms, our lips frantic as we kiss as if it has been years we’ve been separated instead of mere days.

Deft fingers weave into my loose braid as his mouth ravishes me. I wrap my arms around his trim middle, savoring the heat of his big, hard body and just having him here with me.

“Winnie, I’ve missed you,” he says, his eyes full of tender emotion.

I once thought Reed was gorgeous like a marble statue, but I definitely prefer this version of him better. He’s warm and real, and he’s mine.

At least I want him to be.

“I’ve missed you too.” Taking his hand, I tug him into the apartment, unable to believe I got so carried away that I was making out with him in the hallway where any of my neighbors could have seen.

Once inside, I take in Reed’s appearance, and my jaw drops. He’s in khaki shorts and an untucked blue T-shirt yet he still looks incredibly attractive and polished.

How is that possible?

Stick me in shorts and a t-shirt and I look like I’m twelve and lost a fight with a mud puddle.

I’m wearing one of my handmade dresses, this one a riot of pinks and blues, that took me a solid month to design, scour the stores for the materials, and then sew, but going by how he’s dressed, I think I need to change.

“Where are we going? And don’t say a surprise.” I give his flat middle a poke and skip away with a giggle when he goes to grab me.

Laughing, Reed follows me around the small living room, catching me around the waist and pulling me back against the hard strength of his chest. “We could go into your bedroom.” His voice lowers to a throaty caress. “I could lift this little dress and lick your pussy like I’ve been aching to.”

This man is impossible!

The things he says and the fact that I know he’s serious, I can’t handle it, or him.

Heat burns in my face even while heat of another sort fills my core.

“Reed, stop saying things like that.”

His nose nudges my neck, followed by his warm lips pressing heated kisses to my skin. “Why?” he growls.

“Because…” I trail off as he takes my earlobe between his lips and bathes it with the wet heat of his tongue. When his hand slides down my body, gathering the skirt of my dress up until my pink panties are bared, I don’t protest.

Nor do I say a word when his fingers rub along my mound and brush over the outline of my slit. Panting, I widen my legs and give a little mew of excitement when his other hand squeezes my breast.

Working his fingers between my thigh and the leg hole of my underwear, soon the tips of his fingers are discovering just how wet and excited he’s gotten me.

“Mmmm… Winnie, is this wet pussy for me?”

Grasping his muscular forearm, I cling to it as his hard fingers circle my clit. The scent of my arousal perfumes the air, and it should embarrass me how soaked I am.

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