I really hated this son of a bitch. “What? Was life hard for you? Did you get slapped around a little? Leave home when you were finally old enough? Yeah, well, lucky fucking you. That’s not the hell I’m talking about. Just stay the fuck away from her. You have papers for her to file? Then take them to her. But I’ll be bringing her lunch every day.”
River looked like he was weighing my words and deciding how to respond. His witty comebacks seemed to have dried up. “I was just being friendly,” he finally said with a shrug. “Both of you got too worked-up over that shit. Trust is an important part of a relationship.”
If I nailed him in his smug face, I’d end up in jail. I debated if that was worth it. “You being ‘friendly’ had her in tears yesterday. Sobbing tears. What you did yesterday wasn’t friendly. It was a low blow, and then you walked off and left her to deal with it. That’s not being a friend. It’s being an asshole. No woman deserves that kind of disrespect.”
He didn’t respond. I needed to leave before he said something that I couldn’t walk away from. One day, I’d get the chance to knock him on his ass. But this wasn’t the place or the time.
I opened his door and walked out before he could say anything else.
It was lunchtime. I arrived at Reese’s office with Momma’s meat loaf, fried okra, and creamed potatoes. When I opened Reese’s door, she looked up and beamed at me like I was the only person in her world. Before I could get through the door, she was out of her seat and hurrying toward me.
“Hey, baby,” I said, holding the food out of the way so I could bend my head and kiss the prettiest lips in the world.
“Hey, smells good,” she said.
“It is. Momma made it.”
She gazed up at me through her thick eyelashes and grinned. “I was talking about you, but the food smells good, too.”
“Careful, or I’ll take some more of what I had this morning before I let you eat,” I warned her, thinking about the shower we’d taken together before I brought her to work.
“I have a microwave,” she said, backing up against the desk. I watched her as she began pulling her shirt off.
“Fuck,” I replied, setting the food down on the empty chair. “You sure about this?” I hoped to God she was.
She nodded. “Piper’s gone,” she said, and she unsnapped her bra and let it fall off her arms. “And I’m wearing a skirt. Shame to waste it.”
I took her face in my hands and claimed that sweet mouth before she could say anything else that made me lose my mind. When Reese decided to seduce me, it didn’t take much. Just the fact that she wanted to was sexy as hell.
Tasting her was intoxicating.
She began to wiggle, and I broke the kiss to look down at her. She had dropped her panties and kicked them off as she pulled up her skirt. She was panting. “I missed you,” she said.
I missed her, too, although we had just had hot shower sex five hours ago. I wasn’t complaining. Slipping my hand between her legs, I trailed my fingers over her wet heat. She was more than ready.
I had started to go down on my knees when she grabbed my shoulders. “No. I want you in me. We need to be quick, and I want you now.” She sounded breathless.
After yesterday, I wondered if this was her way of making that memory fade to the background. Whatever it was, I would do anything she asked of me.
After unzipping my pants, she leaned back, watching me, with her hands flat on the desk, putting her gorgeous tits on better display. I shoved my jeans down and then leaned over to cup both breasts in my hands. “Love these,” I said reverently.
“Mmmm,” she said, and her head fell back, exposing her neck.
I wasn’t gonna last long with her all spread out for me like this. I reached for one of her legs, draped it over my arm, and pulled her bottom until it was on the edge of the desk. She was completely open to me now. Her eyes were full of need as she stared up at me.
Slowly, I sank into her as her tight hole gripped me perfectly. “Always so fucking good,” I groaned.
“Yes,” she agreed, lifting her hips so that I was buried as deep as I could go. “Ahhh!” she cried out when she was full.
“Reese,” I said breathily, needing her eyes on me. “Look at me.”
She did as I asked, and I began to move within her at a steady rhythm that I knew would bring us both to release faster than I preferred.
“Oh, God!” she cried as her mouth fell open.
I began to pump harder, loving the sound of her cries of pleasure. “This what you want?” I asked.
She reached to cling to my arms. “Yes,” she panted.