She looks grateful for the suggestion. “Yes. I’d like that.”
“In fact, let’s kick off that game plan, starting now.” Without hesitation, I scoop my beloved butterfly into my arms like a bride, making her swoon audibly. “Come on, beautiful. One giant dose of pleasure-induced amnesia, coming right up.”
81
GEORGINA
I’m deliciously tipsy as I stare at Reed’s gyrating, muscular ass in the mirrored ceiling. My wrists are bound. So are my ankles. I’m spread eagle as Reed fucks me. Staring at that mouthwatering ass. The way his hard muscles clench and unclench magnificently with each beastly thrust is sublime. And the best part? As Reed claims me, he keeps whispering to me in a husky growl. He tells me he loves me. That he worships me. He says I own him. And in reply, I’m groaning out words like “I love you” and “so good” and “that ass!” And, of course, the words Mr. Hottie told me to say the first time he laid eyes on me at the panel discussion: “Yes... yes...yes.”
When I reach climax this time, I feel like I’m having a seizure. Which, in fact, I think I am. And, of course, my release sends Reed over the edge, too.
With a soft kiss to my lips, Reed unties me and pulls me to him, and I cleave my naked body to his, leaving not even the slightest space between us, literally or figuratively.
We talk about tomorrow’s trip to New York. About how excited Reed is to show me the City for my first time.
“And then you know what we’re going to do?” he says excitedly. “On your birthday itself, we’ll swing by Boston to see Alessandra.”
I shriek with joy and pepper his face with kisses and then, justbecause I know it’s his favorite thing, leap up and do a particularly jiggly happy dance that makes Reed hoot and guffaw and applaud. And, finally, I dive back into bed and assault my man with enthusiastic kisses.
“If it turns out Alessandra isn’t comfortable around me,” Reed says, “then no worries. I’ll give you two money to have a nice lunch or dinner without me.”
“Oh, honey, Alessandra will be thrilled to see you. You’re the reason she got that gig at the coffee house. I know she’s dying to thank you.”
Reed looks genuinely thrilled. “Well, in that case, why don’t you ask Alessandra if she can get onto the schedule to perform at the coffee house the night we’ll be in Boston. We’ll do lunch that day, and watch Alessandra that night.”
My heart lurches. Oh, man, this could be ahugeopportunity for Alessandra! If she hits it out of the park, who knows what Reed might do? I take a deep breath and try not to sound like I’m totally freaking out. “Yeah, good idea. I’ll tell her. But only if you promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Don’t give me any more gifts, okay? You’ve already given me too much, and I’ve given you nothing. This trip to New York and Boston—that’s my only birthday present, okay? Nothing else.”
“Okay, first off. You haven’t given menothing. Every time you give me a happy dance, especially a naked one, it’s the best giftever.”
I giggle.
“And, second off, nobody—not even you—is going to tell me what I can and can’t give the woman I love. So fuck off with that shit.”
I feign shock and flip him off. And he feigns outrage and lurches at me like a bear and then proceeds to eat my extended middle finger, and then my arm, making comical “nom, nom, nom!” noises, as he does.
Finally, when Reed is done devouring my arms and neck and breasts and ears, he pulls back from our silliness and looks down at me with twinkling brown eyes. “This is going to be so much fun,” he says. And I know he’s not talking about our trip to New York.
82
REED
“Georgina!” Owen says warmly, embracing her. “It’s great to see you!”
“It’s great to see you! You look dapper.”
Georgina and Owen are having this conversation in front of me in a backstage hallway at Madison Square Garden. Owen has been in New York the past few days, working as the point of contact for a documentary film crew shooting tonight’s RCR concert for a Netflix special. And, of course, the Intrepid Reporter is here to do a quick interview of RCR.
“And you’re perfection!” Owen coos to Georgina. “The lady in red. That ruby necklace is a show-stopper.”
Georgina touches the gems around her neck and looks at me. “It was a gift from my generous boyfriend.”
Owen already knows that, of course. He’s the point of contact for both my accountant and bookkeeper, so he’s well aware of any large purchase I might make. But Owen, smart man that he is, plays along. “That was quite a gift. Sounds like someone is smitten. And I can see why.”
“Sorry to interrupt this lovefest,’” I say dryly. “Is everything all set for filming? Did Andrew get my notes on those shots I want him to get?”
