Page 35 of Undoing the Grumpy Guy

Having this man at my mercy turns me on in ways I never dreamed it could. My thighs are slick with my excitement as I take him to the back of my throat and hold him there while my tongue licks around the underside of his shaft.

Reed slides his fingers through my curls as he holds my head in place and slowly pumps his cock into my mouth. His throaty groan sends an answering whine of need throbbing through me, and I suck harder, trying to draw his salty-sweet release out.

“On the bed,” he croaks out, letting go of my head and pulling his cock out of my mouth.

I jump on the bed and get on all fours, arching my back and widening my legs, presenting my slick pussy to him. Reed goes over to the nightstand where I keep our supply of condoms and quickly puts one on. The mattress dips as he kneels behind me, the blunt head of his cock rubbing around my opening before he pushes inside.

His large body moves over me as his cock smoothly enters me, filling and stretching me in the way I love. His rhythm is hard and fast as he takes me. Thrusting back against him, I’m lost to the sensations in my throbbing center as my inner walls pulsate around him.

Reed’s warm lips kiss my back, shoulders, and nape as he ruts into me. I love this position as the angle of his dick hits all the right spots inside. Even better when his hand goes to my clit, and he rolls it as his cock fills me from behind.

The pressure inside me builds to a fevered pitch, but my orgasm is just out of reach. Rocking on all fours, I hold back a moan when I feel his erection soften. On his next withdraw, he pops out and he curses.

Turning around, I reach for his dick, but Reed moves away, ripping off the condom and flinging it towards the small waste can near the wall.

With a growl, he shoves his cock back in his pants and grabs his shirt off the ground. He yanks it on as he walks out of the bedroom, stepping on some of the flowers as he goes.

In shock, it takes me a minute to respond, and I spring off the bed and grab my silk robe hanging off the doorknob, tugging it on as I race after him.

“You’re leaving?” I gasp.

Whirling around, he pauses in buttoning up his shirt. “I shouldn’t even be here. Winnie, you deserve a real man.”

“And you’re not?”

His broad shoulders slump. “It’s always going to be like that. A few good times where I stay hard and then, boom, I lose my erection.”

“Reed, you’re the one letting your dick define you! Do you hear me complaining?”

Frowning, he gives up on his buttons. “Not yet. But how long do I have Winnie until you decide you’ve had enough and leave me?”

Panicky laughter escapes me. “Leave you? I love you!”

Incredulous blue eyes meet mine. “Winnie, I love you, too,” he groans, reaching for me.

Deftly, I evade his hands even as my heart pounds faster at his words. “If you love me, then why are you walking out that door?”

“Because if I don’t leave now, I’ll never be able to. You deserve so much, Winnie, and I’m terrified that I won’t be able to give it to you.”

His eyes glisten like the ocean when the last rays of daylight hit the waves as he fights back his emotions.

My big, beautiful attorney isn’t perfect, and he’s scared. Scared of losing me.

Something in me cracks wide open and for one of the first times in my life I’m not nervous, instead confidence flows through me.

“If you’re so worried that a limp dick is all I care about, then it’s best that you go,” I say, crossing my arms and glaring at him. “You must not know me that well if you think I’m that shallow of a person. Or perhaps your love is that superficial that you believe anyone okay with your ED is the one for you.”

Reed’s lips tremble as he stares. “You’re the least shallow person that I’ve ever met.”

Taking slow, careful steps, he approaches me until he’s within hugging distance and I’m forced to lift my chin to meet his teary eyes.

“I don’t love you because you accept my ED,” he whispers. “I love you because you are the most gorgeous person inside and out that I’ve ever known. Your smile lights up a room and your eyes tell a million tales and when I’m with you, there’s nowhere else in the world I want to be.”

Sparkling tears cling to his eyelashes as he smiles. “When we’re apart, I’m happy knowing that it’s only a matter of time until I see you again.”

Slowly and carefully, as if he’s afraid I’ll run, his hands lift to my face, hovering there before gently cupping my jaw. His head lowers and the endless blue of his eyes fills my vision. “When I’m with you, I don’t feel like half a man. I feel like your man.”

My own tears splash down my face as I grab his wrists and go up on tiptoe to slam my mouth into his.

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