I bet that’s why she drove a wedge between Reed and me. If I had him, she figured I wouldn’t be hers anymore.
While it’s nice to be wanted, this isn’t the way.
I don’t want to be a cuckoo anymore. And I mean that in the slightly derogatory straitjacket way as much as the parasitic bird way.
“All ready for you, cookie,” Reed calls from the bathroom.
My heart flutters as I eagerly let him bring me out of my doom spiral.
As part of his full-scale assault on my heart, he insisted on getting the bath ready for me. Then again, he probably wanted to get away from me in case I ended up raging at him next. I’ve been through most other emotions this evening, so that one is bound to show up soon.
I amble into the bathroom and freeze. My pajamas slip from my hands, falling to the floor. I think my jaw is also down there somewhere.
Blinking, I take it all in with astonishment.
Reed’s gone all out to set the mood. He’s lit candles and has soft jazz music playing. The bath is full of bubbles. It smells heavenly in here.
And that’s not all.
He’s buck naked with his rippling muscles, tattoos, and thick dick on display. This man is so fine it should be illegal.
Best of all, he’s holding a big fat peanut butter cookie.
I don’t know what I want to put in my mouth first. The cookie or the cock. I wonder if I could fit both of them in there. I’d call it a cockie.
He grins seductively. “I hope you don’t mind if I join you in the bath.”
I tear my gaze away to peek at the tub. It’s pretty flipping spacious, so we’ll fit without it being uncomfortable. “No. I don’t mind.”
If this is what happens after Iscream-laugh-cryin front of him, then I’m willing to accept the consequences of my actions.
Hungrily, I look him up and down, feeling my heart rate spike and warmth spread throughout my core. I blink twice, then eat him up with my eyes again. Then once more, just in case he’s a mirage.
For some dumb reason, my eyes end up lingering on the cookie instead of the kidney crusher dangling from his crotch. Either because I’m shy or hungry.
His lip juts into a slight pout, holding the cookie out for me. “I got you a treat for being such a good girl tonight.”
Of course he did.
My feet launch me across the room toward him. Or perhaps I’m floating on a cloud of desire. A little lustful levitation, if you will. “I take back my earlier objection. I’ll hire movers in the morning.”
He presses his ripped body against me, wrapping a strong arm around my waist. And I’m home.
The sexy tease lowers his mouth to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me like I want him to. Instead, he stuffs the cookie in my mouth like it’s a ball gag. So I do what anyone would do in this situation. I take a big bite and try to chew it through a laugh.
I do wish I would have gotten a kiss before the treat, though. He hasn’t kissed me since he cleared the conference room at his job to comfort me. That was forever ago. If he wasn’t naked and about to join me in the tub, I’d have worried he was already losing interest.
I lick the delicious crumbs off my lips. “That’s agoooodcookie. Not as good as your mom’s, though. Can I eat the rest later?”
He stares longingly at my mouth. “Whatever you want, Lila.” After a heated moment, he slips away, taking the cookie with him. He places it on the bathroom counter on top of a tissue, then reaches his hand out for me.
Before I take it, I dash over to the sink for a swig of mouthwash. There’s no way I’m not kissing him once I get in that bubble bath. And hopefully, we’ll do more than that. A peanut butter cookie kiss sounds heavenly to me, but probably not as appetizing to others.
When I turn off the faucet, I notice a bottle of bright red nail polish on the counter. “Um, Reed?”
“Yeah?”
I twirl the bottle between my fingers and pin him with a curious glare. “Anything you need to tell me? I never took you for a nail polish man. It wouldn’t turn me off, per se. However, if you wear women’s panties, it might be a different story. Not to say I’m against that either. We should just talk it through first to avoid surprises.”
