Page 65 of The Reading

“Taylor…I’m…I’m going…already…oh, God…oh, Christ…”

“Cum for me, baby,” I said, my dick plowing deeper inside her tight cunt. “You already made a mess on my face, now make a mess on my dick.”

The woman didn’t disappoint. Her entire body started to shake as her pussy clamped down on my cock, squeezing the fucking life out of it. Refusing to be one of many, I kept ramming inside her, fucking her through her orgasm, making sure that it was good enough to make her love me for the rest of her life.

“That’s it, baby,” I groaned. “Show me how badly you want this cock.”

“Please…Taylor, please…”

It only took a few more minutes before I was cumming inside her, ready to start my family now. This was it for me, and I wasn’t going to waste any more time not having her. “Baby, you don’t have to beg. You’ve got it. I’m all yours.”

When my dick began softening, she said, “That thing should be registered as a deadly weapon.”

Have you ever laughed from your soul?

“Fuck, I think I love you,” I chuckled, and I didn’t care that it was too soon.

Nice, Naughty, and Holy Crap

Iwas a believer.

I mean, how could I not be?

Sure, we hadn’t paid her, but it was quite apparent that Madam Brousseau’s gifts didn’t need payment. Apparently, the woman knew what she was talking about, and a person only had to see the smiles on everyone’s faces to know it. Granted, Alessa was still single, but no one blamed her for being gun shy. Cortland had done a real number on her, and that stepsister of hers should have gotten her ass beat more than once.

So, doing the math, the holidays were the key. Each woman had fallen in love during a holiday, and since my jackhole boss was making me work on Christmas Eve, that meant that my soulmate had to be available to me today.

Enter, Mr. Clinton Kendell, security guard extraordinaire.

Mr. Royal and I were the only idiots working on Christmas Eve, besides the security guard, so it could only be him. I mean, it sure as hell couldn’t be my boss. Never mind that he always seemed to have a stick up his ass, but he was always scowling, and I couldn’t see a perpetual scowler as my soulmate. Plus, I’d been working for Hudson Royal for over four years, and the man hadn’t even looked sideways at me once. Granted, it was rumored that he didn’t dip his pen in company ink, but still. Even on my best days, the man had never snuck a peek at the girls.

When I had decided to move here to Patch, I had floundered a bit, trying to find my place. While I’d had the comfort of all my best friends moving and living here, I still hadn’t found my niche. So, when Hudson Royal had announced that he was moving his headquarters to Patch for work/life balance, I had immediately applied as his secretary/personal assistant, and I’d been working for him ever since.

The CEO of his very own multi-million-dollar company, at thirty-three, Hudson Royal was six-foot-two, had brown hair, hazel eyes, a gorgeous facethat needed to be shaved every day, and the fucker even had tattoos that peeked out from beneath his thousand-dollar suits. Sometimes, he wore reading glasses, but either way, those hazel eyes of his were very pretty surrounded by thick, long lashes. He was also only thirty-three, having inherited his father’s company and turning it into what it was today.

While my parents still worked, his parents vacationed all around the world, and I knew that he had a younger sister that worked as a journalist somewhere. I was an only child, and luckily for me, my parents hadn’t been smothering. They were very go-live-your-dreams kind of people, and we talked often. I didn’t visit much, but that was because my boss worked me day and night. However, the paychecks more than made up for the inconvenience.

So, back to Clinton Kendell. Now, admittedly, I didn’t know much about the guy because I was usually tied to my desk when I worked late at night. Still, the man was very easy on the eyes. He was tall and had sandy-blonde hair, which paired nicely with the bright blue eyes that the man was sporting. He was also fit, which was probably a requirement of his job. While a lot of security guards weren’t required to stay in shape, Hudson only hired the best for his company.

Glancing at my watch, I had a few more minutes on my break, so I decided to go for it.

“Stuck with the Christmas shift, huh?” I asked, inwardly wincing at such a stupid question.

Clinton watched me walking towards his station. “I volunteered, actually,” he supplied, smiling at me.

Oooohhh, dimples.

“No plans?” I asked as I made myself comfortable, leaning up against his desk.

“I have a…sometimes, my family can be a bit much,” he admitted. “Working tonight, then sleeping all day tomorrow gives me a legitimate excuse to call the family time short.”

I laughed at his sheepishness. “I usually fly to go see my parents, but Mr. Royal had other plans this year.”

“Well, if nothing else, the man pays well,” he replied sympathetically.

“That he does,” I agreed. “Too bad the man is allergic to smiling. I mean, it wouldn’t hurt for him to smile at people every now and again.”

Clinton started laughing under his breath, and I just closed my eyes at the sound of thunderous footsteps filling the quiet space.

---