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And Reena was still coming.
Except now, her body was pushing him out, clamping tight in an effort to stop him from invading. He eased his fingers from her ass, his thumb from her pussy and, grabbing her hips, pulled her down his body to cradle her against his chest.
She shuddered in his arms, sobbed into his neck, and he cursed himself a fool for not stopping sooner.
“Reena, baby, are you okay?” He stroked a hand over her hair. Tried to soothe her with his touch and his words. “I’m sorry. We won’t do that again.”
“No.” Her head shook against him.
“Okay. Whatever you want. Anything you want.”
“That,” she gasped. “I wantthatagain.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Reena walkedinto the kitchen with a full tray in her hands and kept her head down. She didn’t want to make eye contact with anyone. She was positive they’d be able to tell what she’d spent the last two days doing with Rush.
A fresh wave of heat crashed over her. Skin tingling, muscles clenching, and a throb hard and insistent between her legs.
Stumbling forward, the tray in her hand tilted, plates and glasses sliding—
“Wow. Easy there.”
She looked up to find Mrs. Wallace steadying her and the tray. “Sorry. Must have slipped,” Reena muttered, doing her best to avoid meeting her boss’s eyes.
“Oh, yes. I’m sure that’s it. There’s no way it has anything to do with the young man at the corner table who can’t keep his eyes off you.” Mrs. Wallace winked at her when Reena glanced up. “He’s a fine one. Pop likes him.”
“Ah, yes. Um…”
“Look at you, all stammering and turning a pretty shade of pink. Reena, I’m so happy for you.”
Before Reena could process Mrs. Wallace’s words, the tray was taken out of her hands and she was engulfed in a warm hug.
They rocked back and forth for a minute before Mrs. Wallace gripped her arms and held her away, the older woman’s gaze catching Reena’s in a steely grip. “I’m giving you the rest of the day off. Go have lunch with your new man. I’ve got Yvonne making you both today’s special.”
“But—”
A hand covered her mouth. “Not a word. Go.”
Reena found herself turned around and pushed out of the kitchen.
Protesting always seemed impossible with a Collins. Caitlyn’s mom might have changed her name when she married but there was no mistaking the Collins stubbornness. Reena thought it had to be the first thing stamped into their DNA.
It boggled the mind to think anything got done around here with so many stubborn people working together.
Then again, when all that determination got aimed at the same goal, they were a force of nature. Good thing they didn’t have designs on world domination.
Peeking over her shoulder, Reena found Mrs. Wallace, arms crossed, one brow arched, staring at her.
Okay, she really wasn’t going to convince the woman she didn’t need to finish work early. With a sigh, she turned down the hall that led to the small room the staff used to store their things.
She pushed open the door and almost smacked Steve, one of the barmen, in the head with it. Jumping back—and unintentionally taking a second shot at his head—she gasped, “Sorry, sorry.”
“No problem.” He straightened from tying his shoe. Grinned at her. “You missed.”
Reena smiled. She didn’t know Steve all that well but what she did know, she liked. He was friendly and funny and the customers loved him. “Even if I was aiming at you, I’d have missed. I’m not very athletic.”
Steve chuckled. “Don’t think you need to be if you want to bean someone with a door.”
