Page 21 of Undoing the Grumpy Guy

I shouldn’t let him do these things to me. I’m not one to sleep with a man until after we’ve been going out for weeks, sometimes even longer, and yet, with Reed all my inhibitions fly right out the window.

“More,” I beg, arching my hips and trying to get his fingers where I desperately want them.

Lazily, his fingers continue their slow path around and around my clit.

“Please!” I whine, tossing my head and thrusting my breast into his palm while my hips pump against his teasing fingers.

Blindly, I reach behind me, my hand grazing his crotch, hoping to touch him as he’s touching me.

Instead of giving me what I want, Reed pulls his fingers from me. Shocked, I stand there until his heavy hand guides me up against the wall.

Without a word, he tugs my panties down my legs and drops to his knees. Firm fingers grab my ass, spreading my cheeks as the hot heat of his tongue drags through my folds up to the tight pucker of my backdoor.

Twisting, I squirm in his grasp. “No,” I protest.

“Shhh…” he soothes as his fingers knead and caress my ass cheeks. “We’re not going to do anything you don’t want.” With that, his tongue laps at my inner lips before his mouth engulfs them.

Tumbling forward, my palms smack against the wall as I brace myself against it. Reed hungrily snacks on my pussy from behind, his tongue fluttering against my opening before darting forward to swipe around my clit. The orgasm he had me on the verge of earlier roars back and I rock my hips, catching my clit on that lapping tongue.

Leaning my head against the cool and solid wall, I’m grateful for its support as my legs shake and I’m in real danger of collapsing. “Reed, I don’t think-”

“Don’t think,” he interrupts, his breath warm against my heated flesh. “Only feel.”

Reed’s hands squeeze my ass, then glide forward to cup my hips before snaking around to my front. One hand dives between my splayed thighs, his fingers pinching and rolling my clit all while he continues to lick and suck on my inner lips. His tongue thrusts into me suddenly, sending me over the edge.

I wail as I come, helplessly riding the waves of my orgasm, as Reed laps up my juices.

My entire body trembles and I rest my heated face against the wall. Never before in my life have I experienced the sexual tornado that is Reed eating me out.

Sliding from between my legs, he pulls up my underwear and smooths my dress down, giving my ass a squeeze. When his hands settle on my shoulders, a soft sigh eases out of me.

“Winnie, you are amazing,” he croons against my neck, his strong arms going around me and hugging my body against his.

A single sharp note of laughter escapes me. “Not hardly,” I gasp, still out of breath and coming down from that intense high. “You’re the one who’s amazing.”

Turning in his arms, I look up at him and place my hands on his firm chest, feeling the fast pounding of his heart. “Do you want to go into the bedroom?” I ask, sliding my hands lower.

When I reach the waistband of his shorts, he gathers my hands in his and brings them to his face, brushing his lips across my knuckles in gentle kisses. “No time, not if we’re going to have time to enjoy my surprise. Why don’t you go change into shorts and a top?”

A slight pout crosses my face. “You’re really not going to tell me?”

His crooked grin is full of mischief, giving me a glimpse of the young man he once was. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.”

“I don’t like surprises,” I mutter even as I break away from his arms and go into the bedroom. I’m digging in my dresser for a decent pair of shorts when a thought hits me and I pop my head out of the doorway, calling out, “No cheating at Timber Masters either!”

His head whips up from where he was staring down at his phone. “It’s not cheating!” he yells back. “They give you the options to buy tokens. I’m merely taking them up on it.”

“Unfair advantage,” I say rolling my eyes and going back into the bedroom.

Grabbing denim shorts and a hot pink top, I head into the bathroom to clean up and change while thinking that Reed has an unfair advantage in all things.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

WINNIE

I attempt to guess where we’re going during the drive, but Reed remains tight-lipped.

So I try a different tactic. “Isn’t it rare for attorneys not to work during the week?”

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