We’re sat round the large table in the conference room having a working lunch with ten other people, but Reed’s eyes are glued to me, or more specifically the pineapple I’ve been eating for the last few minutes.
We’ve been throwing ideas back and forth, trying to come up with a solution for our newest client, but Reed has remained unusually silent.
My phone vibrates on the table next to me.
Reed: You’re a fucking tease, baby girl
I can’t help the smile that breaks out across my face
Bella: What are you going to do about it?
A choked noise sounds from across the table and my eyes make contact with the culprit.
Brat,he mouths to me.
Your brat,I mouth back.
His eyes warm and the sexiest smile crosses his face. I really hope he breaks his no touching rule tonight.
Reed
She’s going to kill me.
I sat through an hour-long meeting with a cock that could have hammered nails. I paid very little attention to anything that was said by my team, far too focused on the beauty opposite me and the thought of how that pineapple would taste later.
I’d said I wasn’t going to touch her today, but that was before she teased me all day long, before she’s driven a man who should have more control than this, out of his damn mind. Before the thought of spilling my cum down her throat has taken over.
We’re back in my apartment after swinging by a Chinese place I love to pick up dinner, and Bella is digging through the bag making sure they gave us fortune cookies. According to her, you cannot have Chinese food without fortune cookies. Who knew?
“Yes,” she fist pumps the air.
“Find them?” I laugh.
“Oh, yeah, and they gave us four! I’m already loving this place. Plus the food smells amazing.”
I get plates out of the cupboard and start to dish up the food, making sure Bella gets a bit of everything to try.
“Do you need cutlery or are the chopsticks good?”
“Chopsticks are good,” she says, grabbing them and the drinks, and sashaying over to the table while I follow with the food.
I pause with my chopsticks midway to my mouth, when Bella lets out the sexiest sounding moan.
“Sooo good,” she moans again, shovelling in another mouthful of food. I adjust myself under the table. Will I ever not be hard around her?
“Have you tried this?” she asks, holding her chopsticks out for me to eat off.
I look at the Chow Mein she wants me to taste, knowing I have it on my own plate, but unable to say no to wrapping my lips around the chopsticks she’s been using. I lean forward, keeping eye contact with her the whole time as I slowly take the food into my mouth.
“Best I’ve ever had,” I murmur, just loud enough for her to hear. She bites her lip, her eyes glued to my mouth chewing the delicious food.
We alternate between feeding each other mouthfuls of food, both finding pleasure in feeding the other.
“Here,” I hand her the fortune cookies. She takes two for herself and gives me the other two.
“You have to read them out loud,” she says. “You don’t get to read it in your head first.” I shake my head at her antics. “You go first,” she smiles at me.
I break into the cookie, pull the little slip of paper out and read it to her.
