Page 21 of The Reading

Sloane~

Ifelt his lips brushing the delicate skin of my left hip. “That feels nice.”

“Glad that you think so,” he murmured against my skin. “I plan on having my lips all over you often.”

“Well, Judge Roberts did want us to start getting along,” I quipped, my eyes drowsy from this last time that Reign had worked me over.

“We’re going to have to disclose,” he remarked. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” I sighed.

“They’re probably not going to let us work together anymore,” he kept on.

“I know,” I agreed.

Reign’s hand started kneading one of my ass cheeks. “I can’t believe you made me wait years to finally taste you.”

“The delay in game is strictly your fault,” I told him. “You should have said something earlier, instead of waiting for some St. Patrick’s Day courage.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a hard ass, I would have,” he countered.

“Well, better late than never,” I moaned as I felt his fingers slide between my ass cheeks.

“I’m going to keep you pumped full of cum, baby,” he rasped against the top of my thigh. “I hope you know that.”

“Sounds good to me,” I muttered, my back already arching for him.

“Fuck, I can’t believe I wasted so much time respecting you,” he whispered quietly.

I started laughing.

Genuinely laughing.

“What are you talking about?”

Reign lifted his head, and the grin on his face was sexy as sin. “Contrary to what happened earlier at the bar, I’m not one to push myself on women,” he said. “You didn’t seem interested, so I never made a move.”

I stared into his silver eyes, wondering how I had never seen it before. “You know, a bunch of us went to Las Vegas a couple of months ago, and we went to see a palm reader.”

His lips twitched. “A palm reader?”

“Well, we were actually looking for a voodoo priestess, but they’re not easy to find on this side of the Mississippi,” I informed him seriously.

Reign’s brows furrowed. “I’d imagine that they’re not that easy to find in this entire country. For a genuine voodoo priestess, your best bet is West Africa.” I looked at the man, not sure if he was messing with me or not. “Did you know that voodoo originated from the old Kingdom of Dahomey?” Even though Reign’s chin was resting on the top of my thigh, his breath fanning over my lady bits, this conversation had me distracted. “The word’s origin is Voudon, and it comes from the God known as Iwa. Also, did you know that voodoo-”

“How in the hell do you know this stuff?” I asked incredulously.

“You’d be surprised at the random shit that I know,” he drawled out.

“Seriously, Reign. How do you know so much about voodoo?”

He shot me a sly grin. “Relax, baby,” he chuckled. “My niece did a project on different religions, and dark magic had been included in her research.”

I eyed him. “So, you’re not a member of some…some crazy occult?”

Reign eyed me back before crawling his way back up my body. “Listen here, woman,” he said with his face hovering above mine. “Either voodoo is wrong or it’s not. You can’t dance back and forth on your convictions just to satisfy your current situation in life.” My lips rolled in to keep from laughing. “Either we’re okay with practicing voodoo, or we’re not.”

“We are,” I assured him firmly. “We’re definitely pro-voodoo.”

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