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If I have an itch, I scratch it. I’ve never done anything I’m told to do, and I don’t act in a way to please someone else. Reagan knows that and it’s where we’re alike. She hates doing things that are expected of her.
When 4:30 rolls around, I decide I’ve had enough and turn off my computer. I pull my jacket from the back of the chair, put it on, lock up my office, and go see to Joy.
“Joy, sweetheart, I’m going home. Anything important, you can reach me on my cell. Anything else, tell them it’ll be dealt with tomorrow.”
“Yes, of course, Mr. Brooks. Have a good night.”
With a wink, I headed out of the building and toward home.
When I open my front door, I see that my maid has been in and worked her magic. My kitchen is sparkling, the sheets have been changed, and the floors were polished. They were gleaming so much that I could eat my dinner off the floor. My maid has worked for me for years and knows how picky I am about cleanliness. I pay her much more than I should, but she’s not just a standard cleaner.
Stripping out of my suit, I change into a pair of sweats and a tee, then slip my feet into my sneakers. Grabbing my cell, I connect my airpods and push them into my ears, press play on my playlist, and go for a run.
Twenty-One
Reagan
The knock on the front door echoes through the apartment. I reluctantly drag my tired and lifeless body from the couch. I’ve had a shitty day and all I really want to do is sleep. I know the weekend has finally caught up with me.
I slowly made my way to the door as the knocking comes again and pull it open, sighing. In front of me stands a sweaty but sexy Everett, dressed in sweats and a tee. As my gaze greedily eats up the sight of him, I realized I haven’t said anything. “H-hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
I pull the door open even wider so he can come inside before making my way back to the couch, lying my lazy ass back down.
“You have some water?”
“There’s a bottle in the fridge.” I tilt my head back and watch him walk into the kitchen. “Did you run here?” I ask curiously. From this angle I can’t see everything I want to see, so I roll myself onto my front and rest my chin on my hands. His light gray sweats are low on his hips, giving me a glimpse of his slim waist.
He nods his answer as he pulls open the fridge, grabs a bottle, unscrews the cap, and drinks heartily. I’m almost jealous of the bottle. He screws the cap back on and turns to look at me. Bottle in hand, he comes and crouches down beside me.
“Hey, sexy. Everything okay?”
“Just tired. Today has been a bitch. I was so glad when it was over.” He shifts my hair out of my eyes and tucks it behind my ear, and I can’t help but smile at him. “At 6:45 this morning I was on a conference call with Terry Hicks.”
He raises an eyebrow at that. “He was up early.”
“Not what I needed when I was trying to solve a problem, but you know…like Terry even cares.”
His finger and thumb gently clamp down on my chin before he’s kissing me.“Have you eaten?”
“Not yet.”
He strokes his hand over my hair. Just that small, tender touch sooths me. “Do you want me to stay?”
“I don’t usually get the option, but yes.”
“Nothing at all.” He places his water on the floor beside the couch and rolls me onto my back, then slides on top of me. With an elbow on either side of my face, he lowers his head and kisses me. Our tongues tangle and he nibbles and sucks at my lips.
I can’t get enough of him. I thread my hands into his hair and pull, then throw a leg around him. I push down on his ass, the hardness of his erection pressing deliciously against me. My hips thrust upward as I rub against him. I’m breathless as I tighten my fists in his hair.
“Fuck, Rae,” Everett mumbles against my lips. The kiss slows and he lifts his head. “God damn, Rae. I need you.”
Everett stands and I look up at him, taking his body in, smiling. He kicks off his sneakers and pushes his sweats over the head of his protruding erection, pushing them down his legs before kicking those off too. He drags his tee off slowly, revealing his toned stomach and chest to me. That’s thrown to the floor to join the other items, and I lick my lips, my hungry gaze eating him up.
Once he’s naked, he starts pulling off my shorts impatiently. He hooks a finger beneath the elastic of my panties and snaps it. “Ouch,” I say at the sting.
“What the fuck are these?” Before I can answer, he puts a knee on the couch beside me, wraps the elastic in his fist, and tugs sharply until it snaps. He then lifts my tank top up, uncovering my breasts, and latches onto my nipple, sucking and licking. My back arches, pushing my breasts into him, hungry for more.
