Page 128 of The Fake Date Agreement

I’m slowly going mad with anticipation.

There’s no point to my panties by the time he’s hooking the edge and sliding them down my legs. They’re soaked. Utterly. My knees are shaking, and I’m holding on to Reid to keep myself on my feet.

I stare down at him, trying to control my breathing as he pushes my thighs apart.

“Your dress.” His lips hover over my clit.

I struggle to maintain my reason. “What about it?”

“Off.”

His eyes flick up to me. “I need to see every inch of your beautiful body.”

I grip the edge of my cotton nightdress and pull upward. I’d have hesitated before. It’s hard not to feel beautiful with the way Reid stares at me.

His breath is in his throat as he watches me ease the material up over my hips and over my rounded belly. He doesn’t seem to notice or even care that it’s not flat. His eyes burn.

I’m positive he’s not breathing as I expose my breasts to him. He makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, hungry eyes on my nipples.

And when I toss the dress to the floor, I have one perfect second of him running his eyes over me, like every single dream of his has just come to life. “Beautiful.”

His fingers grasp my hips. He draws me close, and his mouth touches me.

I suck in a breath, holding it.

His tongue circles my clit, lightly grazing, making me lean toward him. One light suck and I nearly topple over.

He catches me. “Careful.”

And then he’s back again, tongue on my clit, warm breath stirring me to life as he makes hungry noises in the back of his throat. “Fuck. Do you know how good you taste?”

He groans, lapping faster as if he can’t get enough.

Just when I’m about to go crazy, he slides his tongue through my folds, and I feel the thick tip of his thumb start up a pattern, almost but not quite penetrating. I push down impatiently.

He finally slides his thumb into me, and I hiss and moan, gripping his shoulders, nails digging into hot, muscled skin. I strangle a moan as he spreads my swollen lips, and his tongue sweeps in. “Oh God, Reid. Oh my God.”

Tongue or thumb. Which is going to make me come?

I’m struggling to hold my release back, panting as he thrusts his thumb into me, then he suddenly rises a little, pulls his thumb from inside me, and slips his finger in instead.

I’m moaning as he pumps. Two fingers stretch me. When I can’t take it anymore, he curls his fingers inside me, and I shatter.

Not a minute passes before he’s kissing me again, his fingers brushing my clit.

When he starts to fuck me with his tongue, I sway and topple.

He grasps my hips, kisses my inner thigh, and breathes against my skin. “Uh-oh. Can’t have you hurting yourself.”

I’m beyond words when he surges to his feet. I’m in his arms a second later, then I’m flat on my back in my bed a second after that.

He settles between my thighs, drapes my legs over his shoulders, and his tongue finds me again.

“Reid…” I pant, fidgeting, hands in his hair, hips lifting with no conscious thought in time to his tongue sliding into me. “This is insane. You have… I can’t…”

His thumb teases my clit, circles it, and very lightly brushes against it.

I grind my sex in his face. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to.

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