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“If you kiss me—”
His mouth closes down on mine.
Chapter eighteen
Carrie
Reid kisses me and I know I should resist. I’m furious with this man over the Elijah deal, and yet when his tongue strokes past my lips, I moan with the connection. In other words, I don’t resist. I lean into him, I savor the hunger I taste in him, and I tell myself he owes me this. And so I give myself just a few moments to be lost in this man when suddenly, he’s on his knees and my dress is gliding up my hips.
“What are you doing?” I demand, trying to catch his hands.
“Reminding you why you don’t say no.”
“You mean because I apparently like assholes? Anyone could come in here.”
His hand slides between my thighs, cupping my sex. “Then I’d better be fast.” And damn it, he rips my favorite panties off. I yelp with the force and the next minute, his mouth is on me and I try to resist the drugging effect, but the man is really good at this.
I moan, unable to stop the sound from sliding from my throat, and my head falls back against the wall while he licks and explores. He is without mercy, flicking my clit with his thumb while his tongue is delving in and out, over and around. His fingers slip inside me, stretching me, and traveling my sex. My breath rasps from my dry throat and I reach for him, my fingers tangling in his hair. I am not gentle. I want to punish him. He’s punishing me, showing me who owns who and I can’t stop it from happening.
His fingers and tongue work magic together, stroking me, driving me wild. Blood roars in my ears and the stairwell fades away. There is only what he is doing to me, and the sweet spot he’s touching, and the next. Every place he touches is a sweet spot. My sex tightens into a hard clench, and remotely, I hear my own panting echoing in the small space, seeming to bounce off the walls, but I can’t seem to care. Not with Reid’s tongue in all the right places. I’m mindless and without inhibitions. I arch against him, pump my hips against his hand, and with one more lick my body clenches. I tumble into orgasm, oh God, I tumble hard, and it’s over far too quickly. I’m barely back to reality when a door somewhere slams and I jerk. “Reid,” I plead desperately. He licks me once more, drags my dress down, and stands, cupping my face. He kisses me, a long stroke of tongue before he says, “I’ll leave out the lobby door and come back up.”
He releases me and heads for the stairs. “All that did was prove that your power plays know no limits. Elijah is a big business for us.”
He’s back in front of me in two seconds. “Elijah hates me. He came to you with the full intent of burning you to burn me. Like it or not, you’re with me now, and that means he’s not just my enemy. He’s yours. But I’m not, Carrie. I’m not your enemy.” He heads down the stairs.
I am struck by the fact that a) after giving me an orgasm in the stairwell, he’s actually concerned about discretion, thus leaving separately, and b) that comment about me being with him felt far more personal than professional, but then I’m riding the intimacy of his mouth on my body. And actually, there is a c) which includes questions I need answered.
“Reid!” I call out, racing down the stairs. “Reid, wait. Reid.” I’m a full two flights down and working my way past another when he appears at the bottom of that level.
I hurry the rest of the way down the stairs. “I have a question,” I say joining him on the landing. “What enemy would come at you this directly? He knows you’ll know. He knows you’ll stop an attack.”
“Which is the point,” he says. “He knows. I know. When I turn him down, and I will, the board will want an explanation.”
“How can we get burned if he hands us money?”
“He has a plan.”
“Maybe that plan is to get you to say no and look bad to the board,” I counter. “And you’re doing what he wants.”
“We aren’t doing this deal with him.”
“You’re good at what you do,” I say, stepping closer to him, wanting to shake the man. “You can beat him and take his money. I know you can. If I didn’t know you were that good, I wouldn’t be here with you.”
His hands settle on my waist and he pulls me to him. “We are not taking this risk.”
I don’t push away from him. Somehow, talking to this man, with his hands on my body, has become more normal than not. “We or you?”
“You’re with me now. I’m protecting us both.”
“Then we can beat him together, Reid.”
“No.”
“Yes,” I say.
“Woman.”
“You said saying it’s possible makes it possible.”
