REED
Turns out,I’m not the onlyHerbert the Pervertamong us. Lila continues to prove we’re more alike than different.
My cock went from flaccid to erect at warp speed once I realized what was happening. And just like that, my plan for tonight careened out the window.
Even after learning what Andrew shared about Lila, I wasn’t turning away from her. If anything, I wanted her more.
Sure, she and I need to discuss things about the case, but those topics suddenly don’t seem so important.
We can talk later.
She’s safe for the moment. And in my bed, coming down from a climax.
I don’t give a shit what provoked her to do something so out of character as to get off in front of me. I’m into it.
With her cheeks rosy, she forces her breathing to slow. I can’t take my eyes off her, even if she refuses to look at me. I thought the view of her in my bed and my shirt was memorable. And it is. But the euphoria on her face postclimax far surpasses it.
It takes a minute for me to find my words, but they finally come. Like Lila just did.
“Youreeeallymade yourself at home, didn’t you?”
Groaning, she hides her expression under both hands.
Fighting a chuckle, I tug one from her face, bringing it to my mouth. “Thanks for getting ready for me. You’ve made my job much easier.” I kiss her palm, then each knuckle.
All traces of humor fade suddenly when her scent invades my nostrils.
Holy shit.Thisis the hand she used to get herself off.
Unable to stop myself, I lick her fingertips one by one. My eyes roll back, and nowI’mthe one moaning. “Fucking hell, cookie. I forgot how delicious you taste.”
Keeping her eyes firmly shut, she rambles, “Please just murder me. I won’t put up a fight. Nobody will care enough to press charges. Dump me in the landfill.” Toward the end of her plea, her words slur slightly.
I gingerly tap her cheek. “Don’t hide from me, gorgeous.”
“Fun fact. Eyes don’t work this close to death. I’ll soon be one of the ghosts in your condo.”
I bark out an unexpected laugh at her nonsense. “Ghosts? The fuck?”
All her shame morphs into a fit of raucous laughter. She’s nothing but giggles, snickers, and guffaws as she rolls away from me. I take the opportunity to slide into the space behind her.
Lila is with me in my bed. Is this what people mean when they say they’re living their best life?
Even learning I might have ghosts won’t ruin my high.
Still cracking up, she peeks over her shoulder at me. “Get. Out.” More coughing laughs as she shifts farther to the other side of the bed. “Leave me to my mortification. I beg you.”
With needy hands, I stop her retreat and spoon behind her. “No chance of that happening.” The towel on her head flops in my face. “Lose the towel before it suffocates me.”
Her laughter recedes as she saves my life by freeing her hair from the cotton confinement. “Sorry. I don’t wantyouto die. However, after what happened, one of us needs to go.” She sighs forcefully. “Reed, please forget that ever happened. I couldn’t help it. It isn’t my fault. It’s because of the?—”
She cuts herself off, obviously unwilling to finish her sentence.
Despite being bricked up and ready to reclaim my woman, I can’t let that go. “Because ofthe what, Lila?”
“So FYI, you might have ghosts. They’re friendly, though. Just a tad rude at times.”
“Nice try, cookie.” I rise to my forearm and use my other hand to roll her to her back. “Look at me.”
