Page 23 of Off Camera
I brush my mouth against his, smiling when he lets out a shaky exhale. “I want you to fuck me, Reid. I don’t want to be good. Not tonight.”
“Okay.” He clears his throat. “We’re going to need to make a pitstop, though.”
“Where?”
“The gift shop. Believe it or not, I don’t carry around a box of condoms with me.”
“Random hookups in hallways aren’t your usual MO?”
“No.” He touches my neck. My pulse jumps under his palm, and his cheeks flush red. “I don’t want to be good tonight either.”
“The gift shop, then,” I whisper. My heart races in my chest when he smiles at me. “And make it fast.”
I’m shaking on the walk to Reid’s room.
It’s half anticipation, half nerves, and I don’t know why.
I’m a sexual woman. I use toys. I’m vocal about what I want and how I want it without feeling any shame or guilt. I’ve had one-night stands, and, when I was twenty-six, I had a threesome I still think about when I need inspiration to get off.
This feels different.
It’s not a relationship—it’s far too soon for that—but it’s also not a quick fuck with a man I’m never going to see again.
I like this guy. I don’t want to slip out of his room after he falls asleep and make an escape.
I’d like to stay awhile.
“How are you doing?” Reid asks, and he must be nervous too.
I squeeze his hand. “I’m great.”
When we get to his room, he holds his keycard up to the lock and pushes the handle down. I follow him inside and let the door close behind me.
It’s quieter in here than it was in the hallway. There’s no thumping music or clinking glasses. He leads me to the middle of the room and squats down, tapping my calf.
“Let me take off your shoes. Your feet must be killing you. These heels are sky high.”
“I like wearing heels, but they can be painful,” I admit, lifting my leg. He unbuckles the first strap and I moan when he rubs histhumb across the ball of my foot and massages the sore tendons. “Oh. That feels so good.”
“You make the best sounds.” He guides my right leg down and lifts my left, unbuckling the other strap. “I could listen to them all night.”
“Good thing we have a few hours,” I say, and he stands. I smile at the lipstick mark I left on his neck and unfasten the second button of his shirt. “You know what I like. What do you like, Reid?”
“I like a lot of things,” he says, repeating my earlier words.
His breathing hitches when I trail my hand down his stomach and trace the outline of his cock with my fingers. I run over the head and down his length, getting a feel his size.
Big.
“What do you like the most?” I undo the button of his pants and pull the zipper. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”
“I want to see you on your knees,” he says, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to want it. Like it’s something forbidden he could never have. “You made a mess on me, and I want to make a mess on you.”
I nod, eager for that too, and I tug his pants down his thighs. Reid kicks off his shoes and gets rid of his socks, throwing them at the wall. He steps out of his pants and unbuttons his shirt, letting it fall to the floor and leaving him in a pair of black briefs.
“Can I look?” I ask.
He adjusts his glasses and nods. “As much as you’d like.”
