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Reid walks us down the hall to his bedroom, his eyes never straying from my body. It feels like he’s studying me, drinking me in, and I don’t know why it makes me squirm.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, low and rough, his lips brushing over my ear. “How am I the one who gets to have you?”
“Luck of the draw, I guess,” I tease, and his eyes darken.
He kicks open the door to his bedroom and sets me on the bed. I prop myself up on my elbows and he stands between my legs. I can tell he’s hard through the denim of his jeans, the material straining around his cock, and I give him a pleased smile.
“I almost had a situation at book club.” He pulls off his shirt and tosses it near his desk. His glasses tip sideways on his face, and he pushes them up his nose. “Because of the photos you sent me.”
“Did you want me to stop?”
“No.” Reid shakes his head and fumbles with the button on his jeans. “I liked them.”
“Do you like this?” I ask, toying with the straps of the matching set. I drag the left one down my arm and he yanks on his zipper. “Should I leave it on or take it off?”
“Wish there was a way for me to say both,” he mumbles, stepping out of his pants and adjusting his cock. “You probably spent a lot of money on it, and I don’t want to ruin something so pretty.”
“Ruin me instead.” I lift my hips and shimmy the underwear down my legs. I fling them at him, and he reaches out to catch them. I open my knees and rest my palm low on my stomach, watching his labored breathing. “How do you want me, Duncan?”
He sets the underwear on his desk, and I wonder if he’s going to keep them. He drops his glasses next to the lace and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs, tugging them down his thighs until his cock springs free.
“Need to fuck you,” he says.
I touch my clit, teasing myself. I scoot back across the sheets, and he kneels on the mattress between my legs. He rests his palm on my calf and strokes up and down, staring at me.
“So fuck me,” I say, pushing a finger inside myself. I groan at the stretch and drop my head back on the pillows. “Please.”
“Such good manners.” Reid wraps his palm around my wrist and pulls my finger out. I whimper at the loss, and he chuckles. “Do you want to be bad, Avery? Or do you want to be a good girl and get what you want?”
“Good,” I struggle to say, twisting on the sheets. “I want to be good.”
“Then open your legs, baby. Let me see how wet you are for me,” he says.
Baby.
My skin heats at the affectionate name.
He doesn’t use it every time we’re together, but when he does, it sparks a fire inside me. It makes me feel sensual, powerful, a woman who can have whatever she wants.
With him, I don’t have to be professional. I don’t have to hold myself to impossibly high standards. I don’t have to be careful with my word choice or smile until my cheeks hurt.
I can be depraved, wild. I can crave things others would turn their noses up to. I can be loud,free. I can let go and savor the bliss of the pure fucking nirvana he brings me, all while feeling safe. Secure and sexy.
The men I’ve been with before expected me to act a certain way. They wanted submissive. A follower, not a leader. The quiet, dainty girl who took what they had to offer without making a peep.
Reid is different.
I’ve never felt more like myself than when I’m with him.
“How wet do you think I am?” I ask, spreading my legs.
I cup my breasts and push them together, a nod back to our first time together. His cock twitches and he groans, the tendons in his neck flexing under the tension in his body.
“Soaked,” he says, and it comes out slurred. “Jesus, Avery. You’re so fucking beautiful. I could look at you all night.”
“Can I have an orgasm first? Then you can look all you want.”
“I think that’s a fair trade-off.” Reid leans forward and kisses me, soft at first, then with more hunger behind the press of his lips. His hand replaces mine, two fingers pushing in me without any warning, and I hiss. “Deep breath, Ave,” he murmurs against my mouth. “There you go.”
