Sinclair
I walked away from Reed, relieved that he didn’t follow me. He looked so handsome in his dark wool suit and smelled absolutely… amazing. After two glasses of wine and catching his fiancée cheating, I knew there wouldn’t be any resistance left in me. If he as so much made any more sexual innuendos towards me, I’d more than likely pull him into the nearest closet and make him forget about the rest of the world. But for now, I just wanted to check my makeup, not really having to pee. I had this feeling that my eyeliner had run and that I really needed to fix it.
I moved through the crowd towards the bathroom, noticing that some of the faces were familiar – a couple of famous actors, a very infamous musician, and even a couple of models that were no longer in their prime but still beautiful. As I was about to enter the bathroom, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me back.
“Hey, gorgeous,” said a tall, blond musician type-of-guy covered in tats and piercings.
“Oh, hi,” I said, suddenly recognizing the hunky singer who I’d seen in concert as a teenager. “Look, I…”
“Where in the hell has Jack been hiding you?” he asked with a lazy grin, his eyes trailing over my dress. “Are you an actress?”
My cheeks turned pink. “No,” I beamed up at him, unable to help myself. He was just as sexy off-stage, as on.
He leaned closer. “Not an actress, that’s cool. Do you um… party?” he asked.
I bobbed my head up and down. “Yes, I mean I’ve had a couple of drinks, already. That’s why I’m headed towards the bathroom, actually.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “You’re too fucking cute.”
“Well, thanks. So are you,” I gushed. “Listen, I…”
He grabbed my hand and started pulling me away from my original destination. “This way, you sexy little thing.”
Although I still wanted to check my makeup, I couldn’t help but be flattered that this famous singer wanted to have a drink with me. I knew the girls at Tangled were going to be so freakin’ amazed when I told them about it. As I pictured their shocked faces, we stopped abruptly.
“Going somewhere?” asked Reed, blocking our path.
“Oh, hey – Reed, isn’t it?” said the singer. “Yeah, man, we’re going to have ourselves a little one-on-one time. Can we use one of your bedrooms?”
Reed’s eyebrows shot up.
“Bedroom?” I pulled my hand away and glared up at him. “You said party. I thought that meant an innocent little drink.”
The singer’s face darkened. “Looks like you have a little attitude. Glad I found out now before you busted my balls later.”
When he walked away, I turned to Reed, who looked rather pissed.
“What?” I asked.
“You have no idea what kind of party he was talking about, do you?”
“Apparently not.”
Reed looked around and then grabbed my elbow. “I see now that I can’t let you out of my sight. Let’s go.”
“I still have to use the bathroom¸” I mumbled as we started moving through the crowded room.
“Bathroom?” He swore under his breath and then changed our course towards the kitchen. “You can use the one near the pantry. It should be free.”
“Okay.”
We entered the kitchen, where it was crazy busy. Several people were preparing trays of hors d’oeuvres or pouring glasses of champagne, while the wait-staff bustled in and out, grabbing them on the fly.
“Excuse us,” said Reed as he maneuvered me out through the back entrance and then down a long corridor which must have led to the pantry. Thankfully the hallway was dark and quiet compared to the rest of the house.
Reed suddenly stopped and turned to face me, his eyes holding me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
“Well, um thanks,” I murmured, trying to figure out why he still looked angry.
He stepped closer to me, his face strained. “What in the fuck are you doing to me?” he whispered, hoarsely.
Before I could ask what he meant, he slid one of his hands into the back of my hair and reeled me in.
***
Reed
The thought of her and the musician together unglued me. As far as I was concerned, if anyone was going to have some one-on-one time with Sinclair, it would be me.
I pulled her into my arms and claimed her lips with a vengeance. When she didn’t protest and opened her mouth to mine, I groaned and pushed her back against the wall, wanting to devour her. Remembering how excited I’d gotten her earlier was making my cock throb with anticipation. I needed to be inside of her, right now. Fuck the rest of the world.
***
Sinclair
His tongue was demanding as it moved into my mouth and I responded like a ravenous animal, devouring and encouraging him to give me more.
I slid my hands into the back of his hair, my fingers wrapping around the strands, pulling and tugging, trying to draw our hungry mouths closer.
I just couldn’t get enough of him.
One of his hands moved to my left breast, sliding into the deep neckline, claiming it with a rumbling groan in the back of his throat as he cupped it tightly.
I let out a soft moan as he pinched and rolled my nipple between his fingertips. It was as if an electric current was sending sexually-charged tingles to the junction between my legs, creating an ache so intense that I knew I was now totally at his mercy.
And loving every minute of it.
I was on fire as his lips moved to my neck while his other hand moved up the slit of the dress, to my leg. My breath caught in my throat as his hand began to stroke my inner thigh, slowly moving towards the place that I needed him the most. When his fingers brushed the side of my panties, I dug my nails into the back of his neck and closed my eyes, aching for his touch.
“Reed,” I whimpered in agony as he ran his finger very slowly over the outside of my panties. It had been so long since I’d had anyone touch me in that spot that my panties were already drenched.
Noticing this, he let out a strangled groan and pushed them over to the side, exposing my most intimate spot.
“Oh…” I shuddered, as he cupped my mound and slid one of his fingers inside of me. I closed my eyes and spread my legs wider as his hand began to move, creating a familiar pressure inside of my pelvis that needed to be released.
“Sinclair,” he whispered into my neck, as he made circular motions with the pad of his thumb on my sweet spot. “I need you…”
I closed my eyes. “Yes,” I whimpered as his fingers moved faster, making my legs shake.
“Hold on,” he said, removing his hand. Before I knew what was happening, his jacket was off, he was on his knees, and his tongue was making a hot, wet trail up my inner thigh.
Ohmygod…
My legs felt like jelly and my stomach muscles clenched up as his tongue continued its torment, moving closer and closer to its destination.
“Reed,” I whispered, holding on to the back of the wall as he kissed and flicked his tongue along my inner thigh. I wanted to grab him by the hair and pull him into my heat – he was moving much too slow and I was aching for his tongue. “Please,” I begged again.
Our eyes met and he grinned wickedly. He knew exactly what he was doing to me.
Reed positioned my legs even farther apart and then his tongue moved to the edge of my panties, still taunting me. He pulled them over to the side with his finger again and I knew it would only take one or two slow, steady strokes in the center and I’d be pulling his hair and screaming out his name. As I waited for the firm, wet pressure from that glorious tongue of his, the echo of voices drew near, startling us both.
“Shit,” he growled, shooting up.
Trying to compose myself, I released a ragged breath and pulled my dress down.
“Bathroom,” he ordered, pushing me towards it. “Hurry.”
I shut the door behind me just as I heard Mimi addressing her oldest son.