Page 19 of The Taming of the Scrooge

But Reid’s breaths are slowing. Getting heavier. Ragged.

His hand tightens on me, cupping my mound once more, and my whole body flushes inferno-hot. “This is okay?” He sounds like he can’t believe it, like it does not compute.

“It’s more than okay.” At this point, I’m beyond playing it cool. “Please, Reid.” My hips roll, grinding me against his hand, and his breath is hot against my neck. Hot and damp. “If you want this too… keep going.”

Silence stretches between us, taut and agonizing.

Then Reid groans and flattens me down once more.

Yes.

Thank god.

His clever hand moves between my legs, slicking and swirling. Rubbing and pinching. His mouth is on my neck, and his cock rubs against my ass, and it’s perfect, so perfect, and I was so afraid he’d snatch this away again.

“You must be boiling in those clothes.” My words are half muffled by the pillow, but Reid huffs in amusement.

“Hotter than the sun.”

“Take them off then, boss. I want you naked. Want your skin on mine.”

A pained grunt. His hands leave my body, and by the time I flop over onto my back, Reid’s already standing beside the bed, yanking his shirt over his head. It flies through the air, ghostly in the gloom, and I’m glad my eyes have adjusted enough to see this: Reid Merryweather’s bare chest in all its glory.

The sculpted planes and toned abs. The scattered dark hair on his chest that forms a line trailing down, down, down, disappearing beneath his waistband.

Reid flicks his pants button open. “You’re sure about this?” He sounds strained.

“So sure.” Wrestling my way out of my borrowed pajamas, I barely blink as I watch my boss strip down to nothing. As more of that pale skin is revealed, his eyes dark and unreadable in the shadowed room.

He’s so handsome. Does he even realize that?

When I’m completely bare, Reid goes still. Standing over me at the bedside, he inhales, long and deep—then gusts out a slow breath. Like he’s wrestling for control.

“Come back,” I say, raising my arms. And it’s just like earlier, but this time, he comes. Reid climbs back onto the bed, settles his weight on top of mine, and now we’re chest to chest. Face to face, with nowhere else to look, no way of pretending this isn’t really happening. That we’re both still dreaming.

Do I want to pretend that?

Of course not. I’ve wanted this for so long.

“Hey, boss.” My arms wind around his neck, and I kiss the tip of his nose. “Nice ass.”

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Reid

“Nice ass,” Noelle says, grinning at me in the darkness. She’s stretched out below me, hair spread across the pillow, her arms wound around my neck. The tip of my nose tingles where she just kissed me.

Her bare body is so soft and warm. So welcoming, too, her thighs hitching around my hips, while her breasts mold to my chest.

I’m so hard my gut aches.

But we fit together just right. Slot together like we were made for each other, and Christ, I need to keep a lid on that nonsense. Just because Noelle wants to hook up, that doesn’t mean she feels the same way I do.

One night together doesn’t mean she’s craving forever.

“What do you, ah.” How to proposition my assistant? Shit, I’m going to hell. “What do you want from me, exactly?”

Noelle leans up and kisses my mouth this time, slow and coaxing. I follow her back down to the pillow, my heart slamming against my rib cage.

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