Page 19 of Off Camera
“I—what?” He pushes his glasses up his nose, and never in my wildest dreams did I ever think that would be as hot as it is. “Like a refrigerator?”
“I saw it on a show once.”
“I have a lot of questions.”
“I’m sorry. I… I make jokes when I’m nervous. Jokes that aren’t funny,” I tell him.
“I make you nervous?”
“It’s a good kind of nervous.” I step backward until my shoulders press against the wall. “Not a bad thing.”
“I’m not sure I’ve ever made anyone nervous before.”
“Are you going to give me your confession? I’m happy to listen to what burden you might be carrying.”
His mouth quirks up on the right side, and a lock of stray hair falls across his forehead. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”
“Performance issues?”
“No complaints from past participants.” His fingers dance down my cheek to my neck, cupping the back of my head and rubbing a thumb under my hair. “I’ve never had a one-night stand. Not that I’m implying that’s what this is or anything. I’ve never kissed someone without knowing what they like, and I?—”
“Reid?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up,” I say, crashing my lips against his.
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I knewthis woman was going to be trouble, but I wasn’t ready for howgoodshe’d taste—like a night of poor decisions. Like lemon and blueberry and crisp chardonnay. Delicious and sexy and so far out of my league, I’m still not convinced I’m not dreaming.
I lead her to a corner that’s tucked away so we’re out of sight. I thread my right hand in her hair and let my left roam down her body. Over her soft curves. Past her waist and hooking under her thigh. I lift her leg so it’s wrapped around my hip, and I feel smooth skin under her dress.
Avery kisses me like she hasn’t kissed anyone in years. It actuallyhasbeen years for me, but I must be doing an okay job, because she lets out a soft moan. I mark it down as a stamp of approval.
I bite her bottom lip and smile when she grabs a handful of my shirt and yanks me toward her. I move to her neck and kiss the spot below her ear. The spot above her shoulder and the small sliver of skin under the tiny strap of her dress. Her moan is louder this time, like she’s fuckingdesperatefor me, and that spurs me on.
“You were lying to me,” Avery says.
It’s all breathless and rough, and when I glance down at her, smug satisfaction races through me.
She looks thoroughly wrecked, and I’ve barely touched her. Her lipstick is smeared, and the right side of her hair is sticking up. Her pupils are blown wide and she’s breathing hard, like she’s been running for miles.
I hum when she arches her back off the wall and tips her hips into mine. I should be embarrassed that I’m already hard, but it’s difficult to care about anything when she rests her hand low on my stomach and plays with the button of my pants.
“What am I lying about?” I ask.
“Never kissing someone without knowing what they like.”
“I promise this is a first-time thing.”
“You’re very good at it.” Her nose brushes against mine and then she’s kissing my neck. Sucking on my skin and breathing hot gasps into my ear when she feels my cock straining against my zipper. “Very thorough.”
“I told you I haven’t had any performance complaints. There may not be many, but all past participants have given me positive feedback.”
“What other feedback have they given you?”
