I shiver involuntarily as Reed’s blue eyes darken, raking over every inch of my exposed body. I can see how hard he is for me, and I want him, not caring that we’re in his office. That terrifies me, because with no boundaries, we could end up screwing all over the place. Losing my virginity while everyone on this floor listens isn’t something I want.
“A thong?” Reed’s voice deepens with his need, and I swallow down any words I might have wanted to say before this moment. The way his voice becomes gravelly when he’s turned on turns my brain to mush, and the only thing I can think about is the pleasure I know he will give me. Nodding my head, I bite down hard on my bottom lip when he grabs the strip of fabric and pulls, releasing it like a rubber band against my clit.
I whimper at the contact and Reed lifts his eyes from my pussy. They’re burning with lust ... for me ... and that’s an almost intoxicating feeling. I’m not the girl anyone lusts over. I’m the plain girl, the girl next door, the freaking best friend … but never the lover.
The agreement we’ve made should be terrifying me right now, but the only thing I can think about is the pleasure his mouth and fingers brought me only a few nights ago. I want more of that feeling. It’s freeing and captivating and everything in between.
I need that freedom. It keeps me from worrying about what will happen if and when I do get pregnant. What will happen when the baby’s born? And worst of all, what will happen when he doesn’t need me anymore?
Reed rips my panties off, and I gasp. “You didn’t think I was going to let you keep those on all day after seeing them, did you?” His voice heats my blood, and I feel myself leaning into his touch.
I watch as he shoves the fabric in his pocket and gives me an evil grin. “I’m going to pull it out later and use it to stroke my cock, Fallon. Knowing the lace touched your pussy first is going to make me come so fucking hard.”
His words are so dirty, and make me want him to make me come. To make me beg for it and I’m more than ready to do that right now.
“Touch me.” I plead, reaching out with a bravery I didn’t know I possessed. Grasping his hand and bringing it to my pussy, I beg with my eyes for him to do something.
He rubs soft circles against my clit. It’s not the touch I want and I groan as his circles seem to slow even further.
Why is he torturing me?
“I can’t believe you’ve been saving this for me.” Reed blows softly against my pussy and I fall back against the desk, my fingers grasping the wooden desk. “It’s so delicate.” He hums against me, the sensation just enough to keep me hovering on the edge of insanity. “So pink and dripping wet with need.” I gasp at the rough lick of his tongue against the sensitive button. “I’d bet every penny I have that you’re wet enough to take my cock right now.” He smiles against my pussy, his tongue circling the bundle of nerves. Reed eats my pussy like a starved man, his lips, cruel as he sucks on my clit relentlessly, releasing it as soon as the pleasure starts to build in my belly.
My chest fills with air but I can’t breathe. Everything about this man takes my breath away, from his deep voice to the way he works my body into sweet, sweet oblivion.
“Reed. Oh my God.” I moan, loud enough that I’m sure the office across the hall can hear me. My orgasm is so close and I know keeping silent will be impossible. Reed must know how desperate I am for his touch because as soon as the words leave my lips he’s inserting two fingers deep inside me. He scissors them together and I come instantly, my pussy tightening around his fingers.
I expect him to remove his fingers once my muscles stop clenching around them, but he doesn’t. My body relaxes gradually, and when my eyes finally open, I shove up onto my elbows, watching him as he stares between my thighs like he can’t believe what’s happening.
Is he going to keep going?
“I want you to know something.” Reed’s voice takes on a darker edge and I shiver, feeling him pull his fingers out of me. I don’t even get a chance to adjust to the loss of his touch, before he’s slipping those two thick digits back into me, shoving the air from my lungs, and my body up the desk.
I whimper, unable to stop the sound from leaving my lips. I feel possessed, consumed, raw with a need that only he can fulfill.
“This—” He pulls his fingers out again, and shoves into me once more, his fingers stretching me impossibly wide. “Is mine.”
My body convulses when his dark blue orbs pierce mine. I don’t even know how to describe the look in them. It’s possessive and feral and even a little angry.
It claims me from the inside out in a way his words never could. He removes his fingers and brings them to his lips, licking me off his fingertips.
It’s erotic as fuck, and my pussy spasms, begging him to come back and claim what belongs to him.
“You’re mine, Fallon,” He leans into my face, the tips of his fingers ghosting up my thigh before he slips them back into my tight hole.
They move in and out, owning me, branding a piece of him inside me. The air between us crackles as it heats up, and before I can stop myself I’m pulling him into me, my lips pressing against his almost angrily.
I grind my pussy against his hand, needing more. The friction of his palm against my clit increases, while his fingers moving inside me pushes me over the edge. I come again, his name leaving my lips in a high pitched scream. My toes curl inside my heels, and my body feels like it’s soaring through the air.
I feel alive, almost high. My heart beat roars in my ears and that’s when I hear it.
A knock sounds against the wooden door, and the door handle wiggles as whoever is on the other side desperately tries to get in. The lustful haze is gone from my body at the noise, and my limbs tighten in fear.
“Mine, all fucking mine,” he whispers against my lips, not caring that someone knocked on the door right as I came screaming his name.
The knock comes again, harder this time, and I can see the reluctance on his face when he straightens. Then it happens a third time, and his head turns toward the door with a muttered, “Fuck.” I watch as he fixes his clothing absentmindedly, leaving me sitting on the desk with my legs still spread.
As soon as he moves away, I slide slowly off his desk, my legs barely able to hold my weight after two amazing orgasms. Right now, all I want to do is curl up on the couch in his office and take a nap, but whoever is knocking on the door won’t let that happen.
It only takes a few seconds to pull my skirt back down my thighs, but without access to a mirror I can’t check my makeup or my hair. All I can do is hope this long-lasting lipstick lives up to its name as I pull my sex-mussed hair into a quick ponytail.
Reed looks me over as he walks over to let whoever is banging on the door in. I can see the wall now covering his emotions, and it makes my heart sink. I need to stop expecting him to feel all the things I do, even if his eyes and touch tell me he does.
He’s so easily able to mask his emotions and it makes him seem cold, even though I know he’s the furthest thing from it. When he puts his hands on me, I damn near go up in flames.
The second he unlocks the door, it opens and Ryker strides in. He takes a deep breath, then gives his brother a knowing look that makes me blush bright red.
I know Ryker’s going to run his mouth and say something to piss off his brother, probably embarrassing me as well, so I duck my head and walk past them quickly. I’m careful to avoid any kind of contact, and as soon as I cross the threshold Reed slams the door, leaving the two of them in there alone.
My eyes stay downcast until I get to my desk. Unfortunately, when I walk up, I’m no longer alone. There’s a group of girls standing around it, and they’re all looking at me. The one leaning against the edge with her arms crossed is smirking at me.
Andi’s the go-to for office gossip, and one of the few girls here I know for a fact Reed has slept with. I clench my jaw and hope like hell she gets out of my way. God knows I don’t need to add this heap of shit onto my already full plate.
When she doesn’t, I have no choice but to meet her bitchy gaze, “I was wondering if the rumors were true, but considering you just did the walk of shame from Reed’s office, I don’t need to.” Her words bite, and shame fills me.
I don’t want to be that girl. The one everyone is jealous of, the one everyone gossips about behind her back. I just want to be me.
Shoving a loose strand of hair behind my ear I answer her, “Nothing is going on, Andi. So if you wouldn’t mind moving gossip central away from my desk, that would be great. I have a ton of work to do and I hear the boss is a real dick sometimes.” I smile, lying through my teeth. My cheeks are still warm from our heated make out, finger-fucking session.
All the other girls roll their eyes and start to pout as they head back to their workstations. Andi though, she’s persistent and when she knows something is going on she’s bound and determined to get to the bottom of it.
“You might get away with lying to all of them, but I know something is going on between you two, and I’m warning you now.” She gets in my face, her eyes are dark and stormy. “If you think you’re going to be the one that breaks him, that makes him settle down, you’re wrong. You might be his best friend, but you aren’t wife material.”
Her disgust as she looks me up and down is obvious. I feel sick, and as she walks away from my desk the last thing I can think about doing is work.
Instead my eyes turn to Reed’s office door. It’s still closed, with him and Ryker inside.
Why? I don’t know, but I’ve got a bad, bad feeling, especially after the punch Reed threw in the conference room. I sink into my office chair, my hands shaking, and my body a complete pile of mush, all because one man owns me inside and out.
I sigh, my body betraying me as I think back to the way he made me feel just moments ago, and I know we said rule one was never to fall in love, but I think I’m already falling.
Helplessly falling for my best friend.