“You take care of everyone.” The way she says it is done slowly and seductively, and the statement is punctuated by the click of the lock bolting into place. “But who takes care of you?”
Blood instantly rushes to my cock, imagining her being the one to. Because that look in her eye is telling me that’s exactly what she’s offering.
She slowly makes her way to me, standing between my spread legs.
Reese bends forward, hands on either side of me, anchored on the back of the couch. I look up as she looms over me, her mouth teasingly close to mine, but not quite close enough.
“Are you offering, Reese?”
Her lower lip slips between her teeth as she nods to tell me yes.
Fuck. Me.
She reaches up and behind me, the silk from her top brushing over my beard, her soft feminine scent invading my nose, and I swear I’m about to lose it.
Behind me, Reese drops the blinds to my office window, hiding us completely.
“Let me take care of you, Em.”
We’re very clearly about to cross a line and I can’t seem to find a fuck to give about that anymore.
She slinks down my body, lips dragging over my jaw and down my neck before dropping to my chest.
“How are you going to do that for me?”
“By making you feel good.” Lips run down my abdomen, the beat in my chest picking up speed the closer she gets to my cock. “You’re stressed. I can tell.”
“Yeah,” I exhale, head dropping to the back of the couch. “I am.”
“Because of me.”
“No.”
“Yes,” she argues. “So let me be the one to fix it for you.”
Reese drops to her knees between my spread legs, and it steals all my breath away.
She’s fucking perfect and stunning and willing. But I also know what a big deal it is for her to put herself in a vulnerable position, here of all places. Where she’s usually in charge. Where she doesn’t want to appear weak.
But she’s still got all the power, even from her knees.
“You are”—my breathing is already labored—“so beautiful down there.”
She preens under the praise, a smile ghosting her lips when she runs them over the front of my jeans. Right over my cock.
“Fuck, Reese.”
Her hands smooth up my thighs and I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for something in my life. I want her. I fuckingneedher.
Unable to tear my eyes off her, I unclasp my watch, tossing it onto the couch next to me so it doesn’t get tangled in her hair when I wrap it in a fist.
Then I sink into the couch, drape my arms across the back of it, and spread my legs wider.
I’m mesmerized by her fingers toying with my zipper. Those pretty pink nails that are going to be wrapped around me soon enough. Mesmerized by the way she can’t tear her eyes off the bulge in my pants.
“You’re going to be good for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” She nods eagerly, a cheeky smile on her lips. “Just don’t fall in love with me after this.”
