Page 177 of Catfish

“The bed is boring,” she replies in my ear before gently biting down on my ear.

"You have to work tomorrow, and I—" Her knee flanks my other side to where her body is hovering and pinning me to the couch.

“I’m taunting you now, Governor,” she whispers over my lips, her faint breaths scraping over my chin. “What goes around—” I slam my mouth into hers, silencing her snarky words as my hands cup her ass to pull her closer.

My tongue immediately makes an entrance, leisurely taking my time to drive her absolutely fucking crazy. I've been there since the moment she opened the door, wanting to conquer this woman with everything I have within me.

Reagan’s hands rake through my hair as she grinds herself against me, begging for friction. Something to get off on while I taste and provoke her.

“What do you want, Shelton?” I mutter, lapsing my tongue against hers for added effect.

“I want you.” I thrust my hips up a little to give her a sample of what I can offer, listening to the soft gasp of pleasure escape as I swallow it.

“How long did it take for you to decide if you were going to attack me or not while I slept?”

She breaks from my lips and joins her forehead to mine. "Not long." Another roll of her hips, and she moans. "I don't like thinking about the consequences."

“This is a dangerous game you’re playing, Shelton,” I offer. “I’m not nice in real life, it won’t be any different while fucking you.”

She bites her lower lip as I push back against the cushion underneath me to do exactly what I shouldn't be doing. My hard cock is eager, but so is Reagan as the cotton of her shorts rocks against it again, begging for more.

Her like this—greedy for me even when I’m sleeping that she just had to wake me up—I could come just looking at her want me right now.

"Are you going to make me pray and plead for it, Governor?" She flicks those violet eyes at me and, remember how I keep saying that I'm fucked, this woman just annihilated me. "I'm expecting you to be one of the best fucks of my life."

The corners of my lips quirk in response. “I’ll be the best fuck of your life.” I reach around to the soft fabric of her shorts and delve underneath them, finding what feels like lace panties. “Thinking you were going to get lucky tonight?”

A slow smile appears on her lips, followed by a shrug. "I'll leave that up to you. You're my boss, after all."

I let my index finger glide up her slit in one fluid sweep. “You like to be ordered around, Miss Shelton?”

“Not normally,” she breaks through a shutter as my thumb barely touches her clit. “But I’ll make an exemption.”

"Why?" She arches herself closer to get some relief on my finger, but I pull it back, leaving her without. "Why would you give yourself to me?"

"Because you're different. You're annoying and stubborn, but you're passionate about what you do. I don't read you as a bullshitter, Governor."

“Maybe I’m good at playing the role,” I counter, flicking her clit with the pad of my thumb. “Or maybe I just wanted to fuck you royally in my bed.”

“In front of the whole country? I don’t think I’m worth that much—”

“Trouble?” I pipe in. “I didn’t think so either. The way your dresses hug your ass as you flaunt your body around my office like you don’t know how beautiful you are. Or how I want to slam you into the nearest stairwell to pound every frustration I have from you wearing those said dresses in front of my male staff...yeah, Miss Shelton, you’re trouble alright.”

Reagan grasps the end of her T-shirt and pulls it over her head, letting her raven hair spill over her perfect skin. Her black bra mocks off my words, begging for me to see what’s underneath. To nudge it away so I can be done with the tantalizing feeling of knowing what Reagan Shelton feels like inside and out.

I'm a prideful man, but I know I'm not ready for her. Already aware that my life hasn't been and won't be the same since she walked into it through a stupid dating app and then at Montgomery's party.

I regret nothing except for the fact that she doesn't know that not only am I the man sitting underneath her right now but the man known as my alter ego, Chase. The one she teases and bets with on a daily basis. Thing is, I know I can't tell her and fizzling him out of her life will be the only way I can do it.

“How about now?” Reagan utters, hovering her lips over mine. I meet her violet irises and decide—it’s now or never.

“Stand up.” She cowers back, looking confused, but then does as I ask. Rising from her couch, I ascend over her frame, scraping along her naked skin.

Motioning with my hands, she jumps, wrapping her legs around my hips as I punish her lips with mine.

Not knowing the house at all, I yank on her hair to unblock my view and start at her neck. Leaving remnants of soft bites and strokes of my tongue as she hangs on to me for dear life.

“Are you really taking me to my bedroom?” she whines as I stride down the hallway.

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