Page 127 of The Fake Date Agreement

He leans in. “And do you? ’Cause I have a feeling another kiss from you will solve all my problems.”

I laugh. “You’re incorrigible.”

“I lied. It’s not the kiss. It’s your laugh.”

“You’re just saying that,” I mutter, still blushing.

He puts his phone down and tickles me until I’m nearly crying with laughter.

“You were saying?” He lifts an eyebrow.

“Okay, so maybe you weren’t just saying it,” I admit.

Still smiling, he winks at me, “Now. Where were we?”

I thought this pussy-worship talk was all a joke. Just something he said to distract me from working on his paper.

I gulp when he grips the bottom of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it aside.

As always, his muscled chest briefly kills my ability to think.

I eye him curiously when he picks up his phone from my desk, where he placed it moments before. “What are you doing?”

He has his head down, busy tapping away. “Resetting the timer ’cause we’ve been talking. I promised an hour. I intend to deliver.”

Finished with his task, he sets his phone down and refocuses on me.

“An hour of…”

He goes to his knees in front of me and peers up at me. “Worship.”

Shit. He’s really serious about this.

Someone knocks on my door as he’s pushing the hem of my nightshirt up.

Max shouts, “Tobie? Do you want?—”

“I’m busy!” I yell too loud and desperately because Reid grins at me as I stun Max into a two-second silence.

“Oh, okay. See you tomorrow.” Her footsteps move away from my door.

I barely hear her. Reid is kissing a path up my inner right leg as he continues to push my nightdress up to my thighs. “You ready, beautiful?”

He whispers the words against my panties, hot breath making my pussy tingle with anticipation.

I’m not sure I am.

He’s bunched my nightdress beside my hip while his other hand delivers a firm massage to my ass.

“Beautiful?” Flint-gray eyes hook mine. “Anything that happens, I need to know you want it.”

My belly is tight, and it’s hard to focus when I have one of the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen on his knees in front of me.

I nod.

His hand strokes up, fingers cupping my breast and stroking my nipple.

My breast swells from his attention. I grip his wrist, holding on as he moves from my left breast to my right. All the while, he’s blowing warm air over me, nibbling my inner thigh, and delivering tiny pleasure-inducing licks of his tongue through the thin lace of my panties.

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