I was fuming in Reid’s office when he closed the door behind us, my whole body trembling with anger. I didn’t know how I could be so stupid, so blind as to think that somebody like Reid would like me for any real reason other than what he stood to gain from my trust. I hated that I’d fallen for it; I’d let another man trick me into feeling something that wasn’t real and wasn’t reciprocated. I glared at Reid when he opened his mouth to speak.

“One and a half million dollars? Ha! It might as well be ten million. Why are you doing this?” I asked him. “Why would you want to destroy people’s entire lives?”

“It’s just my job, Sloane,” Reid said, sighing. “I’m not trying to ruin anyone’s life. Believe it or not, I’m trying to do the right thing”

“It’s not just a job to me. It’s my life.”

“Your life is your daughter, the things you like to do. Your life is not that bakery.”

I rolled my eyes at him, trying to fight back the lump that was threatening to form in my throat. At the same time, there was something about my anger that was making me feel hot in other ways. Part of it was the fact that Reid looked so undeniably sexy dressed up for work, and another part was the look on his face, one of both regret and the same warmth with which he always looked at me.

“What do you even know?” I asked him. “Little rich boy. I bet you always get what you want.”

He gave a dry laugh, his eyes flashing. “I’ve worked for everything I’ve gotten, Sloane,” he said in a firm tone, one that brooked no argument. I bit my lip, feeling tension all over my body. He was standing close to me but not too close, as if he was afraid I would strike him. A small piece of me wanted to hurt him, but there was another part of me that was starting to overwhelm my senses, the part of me that wanted to relive the feeling of having his hands on my body.

I stared at him for a long moment, holding his eye. He was expecting me to challenge him, I knew, to fight him some more. Instead, I found my body moving toward his. I got close to him and brought my hand to the back of his neck, pulling his face down to mine for a hot, soft kiss. He responded by slipping his tongue into my mouth to tease mine, deepening our connection, his arms wrapping around my body to hold me close.

“Sloane,” he said in a low voice, his breath against my lips. “I—”

“Shut up,” I commanded him, taking his mouth in another kiss. “Just fuck me.”

He gave a soft growl and lifted me into his arms as if I was light as a feather, carrying me over to put me down on his large desk. He cleared it off quickly so I had room to scoot back, then spread my thighs and pushed between them so that his mouth was close to mine again. I ran my hands over his body, the hard lines of his chest, and began to unbutton his shirt with fingers that were more frantic than I had expected. Suddenly, I needed him as much as I wanted him. I touched his bare chest with my hands as he lifted my dress up over my hips. His hand cupped my pussy, and he began to stroke me through my soaking wet panties with the tips of his fingers. He grinned when he felt how wet I was, kissing my neck with his soft mouth.

“You’re so ready to be fucked,” he said softly, hooking his fingers under the line of my panties and pulling them down. I lifted my hips so he could take them off and toss them aside, leaving me bare and half-naked for him. He reached around my body to unclasp the tie that held my dress around my neck and pulled it down to reveal my small, naked breasts. I moaned when he wrapped his lips around one of my nipples, sucking on it tenderly while his fingertips teased my pussy in superficial, feather-light strokes. “So beautiful.”

I sighed as he switched to the other nipple, spreading my legs as he began to part my folds with his fingers so that he could stroke my clit with the tip of his thumb. His hand was driving me crazy but so was his mouth, and I was almost overwhelmed by desire by the time I finished unbuttoning his pants to free his long, thick cock. I wanted it so badly I could have begged for it, and I almost let out a cry when he pushed deep inside my pussy, filling me up in one long stroke.

“God, you are tight,” he groaned softly into my ear as he started to move in and out of me in slow movements, grinding deep against the back of my pussy so I could feel every inch of him stretching me completely. He was so much bigger than me in every way, tall and broad, his cock filling me up more than I thought possible. I felt small wrapped in his arms as he kissed me, and even smaller when I looked down and saw his big cock sliding in and out of me, glistening with my sex. He was looking down and watching, too, and when he met my eye he gave me an arrogant grin that filled my whole body with another wave of potent lust. I kissed him hungrily, tasting his mouth, moving my hips back and forth against his. I moaned against his lips, trying to keep as quiet as I could but struggling to hold the whimpering back from my throat.

“Reid,” I breathed, biting into his bottom lip. “Harder.”

“Jesus,” he said, his voice low and deep as his thrusts sped up, his hips clapping against mine. I started to moan, and he put his hand over my mouth.

“Quiet, baby. Be quiet for me.”

I nodded at him, though in the next moment a cry escaped my lips, luckily muffled by his hand. His hips were riding against me hard and fast and dirty, hitting the spot deep inside me that felt better than any other. He kept his hand over my mouth and reached down to rub my clit as he fucked me, making me come hard all over his cock, squirming and moaning against the palm of his hand. He pulled his hand from my mouth and kissed me then as a few moments later he came deep in my pussy, filling me up with his come before pulling out, his breathing heavy. I sat there for a moment, letting my body calm down before I tied the top of my dress back around my neck, then stood up to fetch my panties.

Reid watched as I put them on, not looking at him. Suddenly I felt ashamed for what I had done, for throwing myself at him when I had been so angry. I bit my lip, trying to avoid looking him in eye.

“Sloane,” he said softly, putting his finger beneath my chin and tilting my face to his. He kissed me lightly on the lips and I responded, then looked away from him and straightened my dress up. I walked out of the office without another word, unsure of what to say or do.