Page 103 of The Fake Date Agreement

I’m trembling all over, head back, bra cups shoved down to expose my breasts to Reid’s hungry gaze as he goes to his knees.

His boxers have tented. He doesn’t seem to notice or even care. He’s that laser-focused on my pussy.

“Reid?” I grip his hair, not sure if I’m trying to stop or drag him closer.

His hands stroke the curve of my belly, and he hooks the waistband of my panties and draws them down my legs. “No screaming. The guys on my floor stay up late.”

He licks his lips, and my breath hitches at the sight of his tongue. He’s going to put that on me.

In me.

When he peers up at me, there’s a trace of amusement in his flint-gray gaze. “Unless it’s my name.”

I drag air into my mouth. “Huh?”

“If you’re going to scream, I won’t have a problem if it’s my name, beautiful.”

I’m laughing as his fingers dig into the globes of my ass, and he yanks me forward, putting his mouth on me.

“Oh God.” Within seconds, I’m writhing, squirming, doing everything humanly possible to crawl up the wall.

He kisses my inner thigh. “That’s it.”

He holds my hips and draws close, his tongue teasing, lapping, tasting.

My head is pressed against the wall, one leg draped over Reid’s muscled shoulder, and his tongue in me. I bite off a gasp as he licks up, circles my swollen clit with his tongue, and groans as he laps faster as if he can’t get enough.

We’re rocking together. Faster. My moans are getting louder, and I couldn’t silence them for all the money in the world. He controls the pace, lightly sucking my clit as I dance closer to the edge.

He slides one finger inside me. Then two, curls both, and I’m done.

The only reason I don’t wind up a puddle on the floor is his hand on my hip, keeping me up.

“Perfect,” he says softly, still smiling as he returns to me. “You are absolutely perfect, Tobie Myers, and there is not one thing I would change about you.”

“I, uh… didn’t think about what comes next,” I say sheepishly, still breathing hard. “I wasn’t thinking much beyond the trench coat, the lingerie, and a pocket full of condoms. Oh, and not getting arrested by accidentally flashing someone.”

“Oh, I know,” he says, his lips curling into a smile.

I giggle when he tickles my side. “Reid…”

He bends his head and very softly brushes his lips over mine. “See, the only thing better than kissing you is putting a smile on your face. Wrap your arms around me, beautiful.”

I don’t hesitate to follow along with his soft order. “And then…”

I gasp as my feet leave the floor.

I’m not light, but he lifts me easily, carrying me over to the bed and laying me on it. “This.”

I toe off my Chucks and Reid grins as they thump to the floor. “What? I figure you did the carrying, I should do something.” He’s smiling down at me as I run the tips of my fingers over his cheek. “That kiss in the arena. What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” he says quietly. “I saw your face pop up on that big screen, and I couldn’t help but feel.”

I stroke my hands over him, taking my time exploring every groove as our lips brush, tongues tangle, and he groans when I dig my fingers into the strong muscles of his back.

And I swear he holds his breath as I slide his boxers down, and he takes over, shoving them the rest of the way.

“You still want this, beautiful?” he breathes out, fingers stroking the hair back from my face.

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