His hands reach around me and he pulls me towards him, sliding me sideways into his lap. “You mean, like this?” he asks and brings his mouth firmly to mine. His tongue twists in my mouth, moving with mine, stroking, licking, and tasting every inch of me. I’m panting so heavily that I’m certain the windows will start fogging up any second.
“I fucking love kissing you,” I say as I manage to break away briefly and kiss down his neck to his collar, relishing in his scent.
“See, we could do this every morning if you’d sleep over more.”
I move back up and latch back onto his mouth, silencing his ridiculousness. The man is crazy. After several long totally worth it minutes of sucking face, I somehow manage to pull away and lick his taste off my lips. “Have a great day, handsome.” I open the door and hop out, turning back after nearly stumbling from the make-out session.
“You too, love,” he replies. I glance down and notice his erection, reaching in quickly and rubbing against it. His hand clamps down on mine and he moans, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth and shaking his head at me. “Go, before I throw you back in here and take you to work with me to finish what you’ve started.” I shriek and hear his laugh as I shut the door and wave. I’m floating, completely high off him as I make my way into the shop, ready to start my work day.
Sixteen
“Morning,” I sing as I walk into the shop and get a massive smile from Joey. I quickly rush upstairs and change into more appropriate work attire, smiling as I fold up Reese’s clothes and stick them into my dresser. I will definitely be wearing these again, and often. I slip on jeans and a blue blouse and pair them with my favorite pair of strappy black sandals. After throwing my still damp hair up into a messy bun and applying some makeup, I reemerge into the bakery and see Joey tapping a familiar white box on the counter.
“You have so much to tell me about after you open this,” he says with a grin. I think he looks forward to my deliveries from Reese as much as I do.
“Did that just get here?” My eyes rake over the box as I pull it close to me. How in the hell did he have time to send this to me already? He’s probably just now settling in at his office.
“Actually, it was waiting out front this morning. I guess he wanted you to have it as soon as you got here.” He sighs. “So fucking romantic. God damn it, Billy.”
“Oh leave poor Billy alone, not all men can be as perfect as Reese Carroll.” Jesus, did I just say that out loud? Was Reese perfect? I think silently for a moment as I stare off into space and decide that yes, he is perfect. Catching Joey’s hurry the fuck up stare, I excitedly pull the white ribbon and open the box, my eyes widening as I hover over it and glance at the contents. “Holy fuck.” I pull out several pictures of an orgasmic Reese. Literally, I know this face, the face he makes when he climaxes. “Oh my God.” I rifle through the box and see pictures of him from the waist up, someone obviously having taken them as they were riding him until he came, waiting for that exact moment to capture it.
“Jesus Christ. Is he, is that, he sent you these?” Joey squeals and grabs a few of the pictures. I allow it only because there’s none containing anything from the waist down. I can’t believe this. There’s at least a dozen in here. He sent me pictures of him fucking someone else? Or to be more specific, someone else fucking him? My heart drops as I stare at his face. He’s looking at the camera, looking into the eyes of the person taking the picture as she brings him to orgasm. His jaw is clenched, crease in his brow, piercing green eyes. I’m going to be sick. “FUCK.” I snatch the pictures out of Joey’s hand and shove them all back into the box. “I can’t believe him. Why the fuck would he send me these? WHAT THE FUCK, JOEY?” My scream causes him to stumble back and he holds up his hands.
“Christ, I don’t know. I mean, these are pictures of him having sex with someone right?”
“Yes. Did you not see his face?” My eyes fill with tears and his face softens. “Why would he send me these?” I drop to the floor. “OhGod.” My hands cover my face and I sob as Joey moves around me. I’m expecting him to drop to the floor with me but he doesn’t. And his voice tells me why.
“Yeah, Reese Carroll please,” he says and I glance up to see him holding the shop phone to his ear. Oh fuck. “I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s in a fucking meeting. Put his ass on the phone now.”
“Joey.” I stand and try to grab the phone out of his hand which I realize is useless. We’ve been down this road. His eyes widen and I see his jaw twitch.