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I continue, “There’s so much else we can do that doesn’t involve me shoving my penis into your vagina.”

I don’t know about her, but I feel like that’s enough talking for the rest of the evening. I lower my lips to hers and kiss her once again. I let my hand drift down to her pussy. When I find her clit I rub it and she moans into my mouth.

Her hands go to her breasts and she squeezes them as she comes undone beneath me.

Oh my God, she is so fucking sexy.

As my fingers assault her soft places, I lower my head to her breasts and nudge her hands away. I spend a considerable amount of time there, lapping at each of her breasts.

When I see that she is about to fall off the edge, I go down even lower.

Once I am face-to-face with her pussy, I run my tongue from base to tip between her lips and her legs quake at each side of my head. I eat her out with gusto. I can tell she’s about to explode, so before she does, I slowly insert a finger into her with one hand while I rub her clit with another. Just as I suspected she would, she rides out her first orgasm on my face.

When she comes back down, she’s panting, but hasn’t had enough.

“Keep going.”

So I do as I am told.

We spend most of the evening drawing pleasure out of each other’s bodies. By the end of it, we are both so spent that we pass out on her bed.

I had a feeling I would be indisposed tonight. For a different reason of course. So I asked Ruth to keep Ethan occupied. I’m glad I did, because the last thing I want to do right now is peel myself away from Naomi.

As we drift off into sleep, this feels right. I was afraid it wouldn’t, but it does.

I don’t see how I could ever get enough of Naomi Davidson.

And for now, that’s fine by me.

11

NAOMI

What a difference two days can make. It wasn’t long ago I would’ve sold my left kidney for a legitimate reason to avoid Reid. Now, I’ve spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out a way I can crawl up inside him and live there forever.

Technically, we didn’t have sex the other night, but it was still very intimate nonetheless.

He had to go on a business trip the very next morning. He’s been away for two days and I miss him so much. He’s all I can think about.

All I’m a virgin I am not inexperienced. I’ve dated quite regularly and I had one or two boyfriends in the past. However, I’ve never felt anything remotely close to what I feel for Reid with any of those guys.

I don’t know when it happened, but Reid has become my idea of the perfect man. Everything about him appeals to me. I like that he’s a little bit of an asshole sometimes, and it’s just the right amount. He’s not malicious with it, just very opinionated. He’s also kind and considerate, which surprised me. I knew he had that side to him because I had seen it with Ethan. However, I never thought it would extend beyond his son.

Also, at the risk of sounding like a gold digger, I like the fact that he is as rich as he is. Not because of the money, but because of what the money means. He is free. The kind of freedom that I want, and he’s doing it on his own terms.

Coupled with that, Reid is still a little bit of a mystery to me. It hasn’t escaped my notice that he never answers ‘Her’ calls. WhenHerflashed across his phone screen on my first day in his house, I didn’t think much about it, but with time, my curiosity has grown.

He answers every single call that comes into his phone. It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is, morning or night, he answers. However, when ‘Her’ calls come in, he cringes then puts the phone away.

Whoever is calling is important, because if she weren’t, he would just block the number, but he hasn’t. So he is leaving those lines of communication open. I really would love to know the story behind that. It has crossed my mind that she is another romantic interest of his. I’m not sure how I would feel about it if that were true. It’s a little unsettling to think about, honestly.

Yeah.

Reid makes me a little crazy.

I hate to say it, but Laura and Jamie were right. Of course, I would sooner cut out my own tongue than admit that to them, but they were spot on with this one.

Speaking of whom, Jamie has dragged me to a charity event this afternoon. I wish it were the kind of charity event which involved sundresses and champagne flutes. Instead, this event is more about picking up trash on the side of the road.

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