Page 90 of Merciless

I expect her to make a grab for a cookie. Hell knows I did the second I marched into the kitchen, stealing one when it was red hot from the oven.

The world might think that Reid is this scary monster, but really, he’s nothing but a big ol’ soft teddy bear who bakes the world’s best cookies.

But instead of snatching one up, all she does is look at me out of the corner of her eye.

“What?” I ask, not understanding the issue.

“I know I stink. I won’t be offended if you want to stand on the other side of the room.”

I can’t help but laugh.

“It’s not funny. I’m gross.”

“If you say so.”

She mutters something under her breath before finally reaching for a cookie and taking a bite. “Ohmygodwhomadethese?” she asks, the words blending together as she chews.

“Reid.”

“Fuck off,” she gasps after swallowing.

“Okay, but I’m taking them with me,” I say, reaching for the plate.

“NO,” she screams as if I’d just told her that I was kidnapping her firstborn. Her tiny hand wraps around my forearm.

“How about a deal?” I offer.

“A deal?” she echoes, her brows lifted in suspicion.

“Let me shower with you, and I’ll only eat half.”

Her chin drops.

“You can watch me in the shower and only eat one.” I narrow my eyes at her. “We both know you’ve got more upstairs.”

Pushing to my feet, I hold my hand out for her.

She slides her palm against mine, allowing me to pull her to her feet thinking that I’ve accepted her terms.

Tugging her arm sharply, I pull her into my body and press my other hand against her lower back, keeping her pinned against me.

Dropping my lips to her ear, I whisper, “Let me shower with you and you can have all the cookies…” She gasps happily, before I add, “As long as I can eat yours.”

Her body sags against mine, giving away what she really wants.

“JD,” she breathes.

“I know you’ve been down here getting yourself off to thoughts of me doing exactly that. Let me prove that your imagination has nothing on my skills.”

Sliding my hand down to her ass, I squeeze hard enough to make her moan before hooking her leg around my waist, opening her up for me.

“I-I’m pretty sure that’s against the rules,” she whispers, her breath catching as I roll my hips against her.

“When the boss is away…” I tease.

She pulls back and looks me dead in the eye.

“He’s left you in charge?” she asks suspiciously.

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