Page 88 of Honor

I calledmy boss’s bluff, and now I feel like a clown.

It’s been almost thirty minutes since I sent Reid that text message telling him my bedroom door is unlocked. This house may be big, but it’s notthatbig. He should have been here twenty-eight minutes ago. Twenty-five if he got lost on his way, which is possible since there are two hallways in this wing of the house. One hallway leads to my room and the bedroom that Lottie is staying in. I don’t understand why she’s not cozied up with her fiancé, but she must have her reasons, and since she hasn’t said a word to me about it, I can only assume it’s none of my business.

The other hallway leads to another spectacular bathroom and a laundry room that looks like it belongs on a movie set. It’s so perfect that when I wandered past it earlier in search of my bedroom, I stopped to take some pictures.

If I’m ever fortunate enough to live in a house with space for even the smallest of laundry rooms, I’ll paint it the same soft shade of mint green as this house’s laundry room. I’ll also add afew wicker baskets for display purposes and a clock because who doesn’t want to know how much time they waste each week on laundry.

For now, though, I’m stuck using the worn-out machines on the first floor of the building I live in. If I had known that this house had a state-of-the-art washer and dryer, I would have tossed my laundry in the back of the SUV before we hit the open road.

Since it’s obvious that Reid had a change of heart, or he fell asleep, I give in to the reality that I won’t be experiencing even one of those dozen promised ways he says he can make me come.

I’m in desperate need of an orgasm, though, so I need to take care of that myself.

At home, I’d rely on a visual image of a hot guy I saw on the subway or my favorite movie star, but tonight, I already know that I’ll get off quickly if I imagine my boss’s head between my legs.

At least one of those dozen ways he was bragging about in his text message had to involve his tongue and my pussy.

I slide out of my sundress and drop my panties on the floor next to the bed because I don’t need either for what I’m about to do.

The heat of the day is still lingering in the air, so I crank open the window to let the cool breeze in, and with it comes the sound of approaching thunder. It’s loud enough to wake me if I were asleep, which means it’s the perfect accompaniment to what I’m about to do.

I know how to be quiet when touching myself, but still the added noise that nature is providing is welcome. I crawl on the bed and sprawl out. As soon as I do, my nipples peak into hard points, and I know it has nothing to do with the cool air washing over me from the window. It’s because I’m thinking about what might have been if Reid hadn’t stood me up.

My fingers snake over my stomach toward my core. As soon as I reach my clit, my hips start making small circles as I find my rhythm.

I close my eyes and imagine it’s Reid’s hand on me. I think about his naked torso and the way it felt to be wrapped in his arms when he kissed me.

I arch my ass off the bed in search of more. I need more. I need Reid.

“Reid,” I whisper his name into the darkness just as another roar of thunder fills the air.

“I’m here.”

My eyelids pop open, and I immediately see a tall figure standing at the foot of the bed.

This can’t be happening.

I sit upright, desperately searching for something to cover myself, but it’s useless. I’m on top of the blanket. My dress is on the floor, and the robe I wore after showering earlier is hanging on a hook in the bathroom.

“It’s me,” Reid’s voice stops my scrambling. “The door was unlocked. You were here. Jesus, Evie. I saw you…”

“Touching myself,” I finish the sentence he started.

He wastes no time in stripping. His jeans and boxer briefs fall to the floor, and I stare. I just stare because this still feels like a dream, but I know it’s not.

“Randall kept me from you,” he whispers, his voice edged with raw desire. “He was in knots about something. I wanted him to leave me the hell alone so I could get to you.”

Nodding, I glance at his body. It’s all so impressive. He’s a beautiful man in every possible way, and the way his hand is gliding smoothly over his hard cock is breathtaking.

Even though there isn’t a light on in the room, I can still make out the look on his face. It’s pure need. He wants me just as much as I want him.

“Lay back down,” he orders. “Now.”

I do, unsure of what’s about to happen but knowing that I want it badly. I need it more.

“Touch yourself again,” he whispers as he crawls onto the bed beside me.

“Why?” I spit out. “You’re here.”

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