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Reaching down, I grab my dress and tug it over my head. He grabs it from me, along with my hoodie that he insisted on carrying and tosses them to the floor.

“Oh gross, Reed. Now I’m going to have to wash those. Do you know how many germs and god knows what else is on this floor?”

He smirks as he bends to shove my panties down, tossing them in the pile. “I’ll wash them for you when we get back.”

He lifts a finger and twirls it, “Turn around. Hand’s on the wall and bend over.”

His dirty commands nearly make me combust on the spot. I obey placing my hands against the cool metal of the elevator wall and bend at the waist, exposing myself to him.

He rubs his hands over the globes of my ass before getting on his knees. He kisses each cheek before biting down, making my pussy clench.

He rubs a digit through my soaked heat, “Fuck, Honeybee. You’re dripping for me.”

I feel the metal ball of his tongue ring glide up my center a few times before he stands. “Plenty of time to savor it later.” He whispers as I hear the clanking sound of his belt being unhooked and the zipper to his jeans being unzipped.

I look back and he wastes no time notching his cock at my entrance and slamming into me, making me moan.

He slaps his hand over my mouth, “Shhh. Nobody gets to hear these beautiful fucking sounds but me.” He says into my ear as he continues to rut into me.

My walls start to clench as he slams into me.

He snakes a hand around the front and rubs his thumb aggressively over my clit. “Come for me, Honeybee.” He whispers and I come unglued. A few moments later he spills inside of me.

He pulls out and zips himself up. I feel our releases start to drip down my thighs. “Shit I don’t have anything to clean up with.” I say putting my hand on my forehead.

He slowly closes the space between us tilting my chin up with his finger and places a soft kiss to my lips. “Put your clothes on, I’ll clean you when we get home.”

I smirk, “Your apartment is home now?”

He shrugs, “Anywhere you are is home, Honeybee.”

EPILOGUE ONE

LEXIE

Three years later

When Reed asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday this year, the answer was immediately to visit a beach on the East Coast or attend a concert.

When I was scrolling through social media, I saw that Jared Benjamin was having a show the weekend of my birthday at a small bar that doubles as a concert venue on the beach in Isle of Palms, South Carolina.

I sent the info to Reed and he told me to pick out a hotel nearby so he could book it. When searching for one, I found this adorable bed and breakfast, the IOP B&B in walking distance from the venue.

Last night was our first night and we are currently finishing up breakfast.

Reed wipes his mouth with his napkin and asks, “So, do you want your birthday present before or after we do touristy shit?”

I squint my eyes and tilt my head, “Depends on what the present is.”

He shrugs, “Let’s just say we will need a few hours for your birthday gift.”

I raise my brows, “Oh?”

He stands and holds out his hand to me, “Let’s go do the touristy shit first.”

I place my hand in his and he leads me out into the cute little beach town.

We take our time, going from shop to shop.