Reid’s heavy arm is draped over my side, the delicious weight shifting as we both wake up. He more than made up for the crappy dinner we had with my parents. Again. And again.

My brain is sluggish even though my body recognizes I’m normally up by now. Except I don’t need to go in till later today. Thank God. I’m much more interested in snuggling into Reid’s chest and staying there for as long as possible.

I shift my legs to burrow beneath the warmth of my comforter and brush up against his legs. His fingers wrap around my side and pull me closer.

“Mmm…” He’s positioned directly between my legs, and although I feel sore down there, my body reacts instantly, and I feel a rush of wetness surge between my legs.

“So, girlfriend, how did you sleep?”

Ugh. Of course, he wasn’t going to let it go. My cheeks flame, and I bury my head further into his chest. “I’m sorry, it just popped out, and I decided to roll with it.”

“Is that what you want? Do you need to put a label on it?”

“We’re not in high school, Reid. I don’t need a label.” Although I definitely wouldn’t be opposed to one. These past couple of weeks have been amazing. More than amazing, really.

My gaze traces down to his thick, muscled arm cast over me. To his broad chest and tapered waist. His fingers stroke down my arm in slow, methodical movements. The same fingers that did some pretty naughty things to me last night that are still fresh in my mind.

Do I want to claim Reid as mine? It’s honestly too soon to be thinking those thoughts. We’ve only been going out for two weeks. Is that enough time to decide if you want to be in a relationship with someone? My body pulses with a resounding yes. Yes, ma’am, you need to mount this steed and ride off into the sex-haze sunset.

The relationship discussion falls by the wayside when Reid’s hand slips between us.

His deep, gravelly voice murmurs, “I just can’t get enough of you.” His soft lips press a kiss to the sensitive skin on my neck just beneath my earlobe. The tender touch causes goose bumps to rise on my skin, and I shiver.

Reid misinterprets my shivers, murmuring, “Cold?” before tugging me closer so I’m nestled flush against his warm body.

More importantly, against a particular part of him that is growing harder and more insistent on me paying it notice.

Instinctively, I grind into him. I close my eyes, and a soft smile plays on my lips when he releases a rough sound in the back of his throat.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman.”

God, if I could bottle up Reid’s gravelly, sexy-as-hell morning voice and sell it, I’d be a billionaire. It’s like a thick blanket of sensuality that settles over me.

“What a way to go, though.” I murmur this, my tone lethargic, but I’m wide awake. Boldly, I guide his hand to cup my bare breast. The instant he cups the weight in his palm, my nipple puckers in response. Reid groans against the skin of my neck, nipping lightly, and gives a little thrust, nudging the head of his cock at my core.

Shit. We need a condom.

“Reid,” I start, but I don’t finish. Abruptly, he shifts, and I detect the sound of him fumbling to snag a condom from my nightstand drawer.

What catches me by surprise is how I instantaneously register the absence of him and his warm body. The way his chest molds into my back. The way his hands fit perfectly around everything of mine. How does one person manage to make my entire body buzz with anticipation?

What’s up with that?

Before I can get too carried away with my thoughts, Reid’s back and guiding me toward the center of the bed. He props himself up, hovering over me, braced by his muscled forearms on either side of my head. He nudges my legs apart slightly, and I feel the flared head of his cock at my entrance. And I know the moment he notices how wet I am for him.

“Already so damn wet,” he whisper-groans. “Fuck, Callie.” He sinks in, inch by delicious inch, allowing me to adjust to him. He’s so much larger than anyone I’ve been with, and the way he stretches me feels decadent.

Once he’s fully seated, he shifts my legs together, moving his own to straddle me, and this position makes him hit that spot—the one that’s been elusive to anyone else—and when he begins to thrust in deep, steady strokes, I know I’m going to come pathetically quick.

“Reid.” My words come out in harsh, breathy pants. “You need to slow down, or I’m going to—”

He cuts me off with a husky laugh. “Not happening.” His hands grip my waist for leverage, and he increases the speed of his thrusts. “I want to feel you come all over me.”

God, the way he’s pressing so deep, so thick and hard inside me combined with his sensual words sets me off. His rapid, deep strokes push me over the edge, causing me to clench around him tightly. My release has me reeling, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist, and I can’t withhold the moan that spills from my lips.

“Reid.”

“Fuck.” His movements are near-frantic now, and I know he’s close. His hips move, pistoning, working me through my orgasm. His fingers grasping my hips tighten to a nearly painful grip before he gives a final deep thrust and finds his own release.

I’m languid; my body feels boneless. When he shifts, pulling out of me to lie on his back beside me, I turn my head to peer over at him.

His firm torso and its intriguing hard muscles move as he drags in breaths. There’s no way I can resist the satisfied smile that forms. Because I made Reid Morgan breathless.

I like that. A lot.

He sits up and heads to dispose of the condom in my en suite bathroom, washing his hands before returning to me. He walks toward the bed, gloriously naked, and I drink in the sight of him. I’m not sure I could ever tire of admiring his body.

He lies on his side of the bed and reaches out to tenderly slide my hair back behind my ear. His eyes have that slight crinkle at the corners, and a soft smile plays on his lips. He leans in to drop a small kiss on my forehead before he floors me with, “Want me to make us some breakfast?”

That means he wants to stay. Here. With me. The knowledge sends a barrage of butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

“Um, I…” I avert my gaze, a bit embarrassed. “I’m kind of sore, so I—”

His fingers tip my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet his. Reid’s features are sober, his gaze searching while his thumb delicately dances back and forth along my jaw. “I wasn’t offering for that reason.” His mouth tips up slightly. “Although I’m not complaining because”—he taps the end of my nose playfully—“it was pretty damn hot.” His expression shifts to appear almost unsure, and his next words are muted, tentative. “Let’s just hang out before you have to head to work.”

I smile, enjoying how normal this is. Us hanging out. Like a couple.

Before I can answer, I hear my phone ring from—shit, where is my phone?

Scrambling from the bed, I pay no heed to my lack of attire as I search for my phone. Finally, I discover it tossed carelessly in the corner of my bedroom. I rush to answer it when the caller ID flashes with Tom’s name.

Shit.

“Hello?” Be cool. Be cool. Be cool, I internally chant.

“Callie, it’s Tom. I know you’re scheduled later today, but I’d like to meet with you a few minutes before your shift to go over a new development.”

“Yes, sir…” My words are hesitant because new development?

Oh, no. What if he knows about me and Reid? We’d both lose our jobs.

He tells me he’ll see me soon, and we hang up. I let my hand holding the phone drop to my side, before I turn to look at Reid in a daze.

“What’s—”

The ringtone of his cell interrupts his question, and my eyes widen in panic, locking with his alarmed ones. My pulse hammers in my ears as he reaches for his jeans, which are lying in a heap on the floor. Slowly, as if dreading the call, he answers.

“Hello?”

I watch Reid, attempting to decipher his expression, but I can’t figure anything out. He’s all business now, much like the no-nonsense Reid I’ve come to know.

He responds with, “Yes, sir. I’ll be there,” before he ends the call, and his gaze rises to meet mine.

My stomach sinks at the use of sir. I can’t think of anyone Reid would use that for besides our boss.

“Tom?”

Reid nods slowly and tosses his phone onto his wadded-up jeans. Here we both are, standing naked in front of each other. Something that should be so intimate now feels like a damn big mistake.

“He wants to meet with me in two hours in his office.”

I worry my bottom lip. “He wants to meet with me before my shift.”

“You don’t think he knows…” He trails off. He stares at the bundle of clothes on the floor. The only evidence of what we’ve done.

“I...I’m not sure what to think.” I head to my dresser, quickly pulling an oversized sleep shirt out of my drawer, and tug it on. “I think we probably need to prepare for that, just in case.” My voice is subdued, and there’s no mistaking the hint of panic in it. We’ve been so careful at work, making sure not to bring attention to our interactions.

He begins to pull on his clothes from last night, dressing quickly. Then he advances and cradles my face in his hands. “It’s going to be fine, Callie.” His voice is deep, velvety, and it wraps around me soothingly. I want so badly to believe him, though the tiny kernel of doubt is ever-present.

Reid doesn’t understand—if I can’t keep this job, it’s back to work with my parents at their firm. I stupidly made that promise to them when they offered to pay for my grad school. I knew better than to accept an offer from them, but after they showed me the paperwork, and the amount of debt I’d have to pay off for my degree, I buckled. So here I am, making sure I keep my job for at least six months, because if not, I’ll have to work a desk job at their law office until I pay off my debt to them. Which means I’ll be stuck there until my skin is more wrinkled than a raisin.

Not happening.

I nod to Reid. Everything is going to be fine. I’d make it fine by any means necessary. I consider telling Reid about the situation with my parents but instead just say, “Okay.”

One edge of his mouth quirks upward before he leans in and presses his lips to my forehead. Speaking softly against my skin, he whispers, “I’ll see you later, Rainbow.”

At the mention of that darn nickname, I manage a tiny smile, and it appears to set him at ease.

After I lock up behind Reid, I lean back against the door and pray to God I’ll still have a job after today.