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GIA

“Do we really have to go to court?” Kimmy nibbles on her lip.

I cover her hand with mine. “No, hun, we don’t.”

Relief floods her face, and I understand more than anyone could ever know.

“It’s just a phrase we use, these documents that I’m creating”—I point to the paperwork—“will protect you and your baby’s identity. I will present them to the courts. In-between time I’m working on moving you to another state.” I bend down and grab the file from out of my briefcase, ignoring the shooting pain that lances across my stomach. “I’ve already started making inquiries.”

Her face lights up, and I smile back at her just as broadly.

“You can have a fresh start, you and this little one.” I tap the buggy next to her.

Tears swim in her eyes, and her bottom lip wobbles, then she throws her arms around me, knocking me back into my chair. “Thank you, . I know you’ve been through a lot too, but thank you for everything you do for us.”

A throat clears from behind us, and we both freeze. “I’m sorry to interrupt.” Reed’s guilty face comes into view. “I knocked.” He holds his hand out toward the door.

I quickly scan him, knowing he wouldn’t interrupt a meeting for no reason. He of all people knows the importance of confidentiality. “Is everything okay?”

He shifts from foot to foot, then drags his hand over his head. “Everything’s fine. I just had a little altercation with the coach.” He holds his bloodied hands up.

My eyes bulge. “Altercation?”

Kimmy leans back in her chair and watches the exchange with amusement.

“I don’t like how he speaks to Bryce.” He shrugs, and my jaw drops open. His eyes flare with desire, and when I roll my lip into my mouth and my tongue darts out to moisten it, the air thickens between us.

“Do you need me for anything else?” Kimmy asks, and I’m snapped out of my daze.

My cheeks redden as I realize she witnessed the change in the atmosphere, and I dart my eyes away from hers. “No, hun. We’re done for today.”

She gets to her feet and brushes her hands down her diner apron. “Well, thank you for working later today, it saved me having to swap my shift.”

“You’re welcome.” I begin to pack up the files.

“It was nice to meet you again, Mr. Johnson.”

“You too.” He smiles at her tightly when she passes him, then heads out of the door.

“You interrupted a meeting, Reed.” I lift an eyebrow toward him, and he steps toward me. “It was very rude,” I chastise with a playful tone.

“It’s because I want to do rude things to you.” He grins at me wolfishly, then places his hands on my hips as he draws his lips to mine.

I pull back quickly, already intoxicated by his presence. “Where’s Bryce?”

“Tyson has him. I dropped him off at home.”

The way he says home makes my stomach flutter with a thousand butterflies, despite knowing it was simply a slip of his tongue.

He kisses me again, but this time hard, and his fingers tug and tangle in my hair, holding my head in place as he devours me. “Fuck, I missed you.”

I tilt my head to stare up at him. “You saw me earlier today.”

He shakes his head with a bemused expression. “I know, it’s ridiculous. But I’m addicted to you.”

I chew on my bottom lip, magnetized by his admission and the way he stares into my eyes as if I’m his entire world. His universe.

Then he grinds his solid cock against me, and I whimper, with my nipples pebbling against my white blouse. “Are your nipples leaking for me to suck on, ?”

My throat becomes dry as I contemplate his words. “I…I…”

Stepping back, he disconnects us, and I feel his loss instantly. “Let me see.” He drops down into my vacant chair, and my fingers itch to run my nails along the exposed skin beneath his shirt. I glance back at the door. “I locked it.” His lip twitches.

My fingers tremble with need as I unbutton the blouse, and wetness pools in my panties at the way his hungry eyes bore into me. The green in them has darkened; they’re full of a threat, a promise of power and control.

When I drop my blouse to the floor, his nostrils flare and he licks his lips like a starved animal preparing to devour its prey. I unclip my bra, and when the lacy fabric falls from my breasts, a growl emits from deep inside him. He surges forward, lifting me as if I weigh nothing, and spreads my legs so I’m straddling him. My skirt has risen, exposing my panties, and when he pushes them to the side and his thick finger slides through my arousal, I quickly unbuckle his pants.

He hisses when I slide my hand into his boxers, and when I wrap my hand around his velvety length, he groans as I pull him out. Then he pulls my ass cheeks apart as I lift to position him at my entrance. I lower myself down on him with a moan of pure, unadulterated bliss as my muscles wrap around him.

“Give me your tit to suck, baby,” he grunts, and I lean back enough to expose myself further to him. With one hand, I guide my swollen nipple to his waiting mouth. “Good girl,” he rasps before wrapping his lips around my bud, then he greedily sucks it into his mouth. Holy hell, my body trembles, and I bounce on his firmness, riding him hard and fast while he suckles on me as if I’m feeding him.

He removes a hand from my ass cheek and pops off my nipple. “Suck,” he growls and holds up two fingers before shoving them roughly into my mouth, giving me no real choice at all. Thrusting them in and out until I gag, his smoldering gaze flares with intent, and he hardens inside me with the abrasiveness of his action.

When he slips them back out, his eyes are ablaze with desire. “Feed me.” His tone is sharp, demanding, and full of power, and I lift the other nipple to his mouth, as if offering myself on a platter for him, and he sucks hard. The bite of pain behind it sends a wave of euphoria through me, and my slickness coats us both, my eyes rolling at the overwhelming sensation.

His palms expand until the tips of his fingers are toying with my asshole, and when one of his fingers slips inside, I clench around him. He slaps his free hand against my ass cheek. “Let me in, baby. Relax.” I want to ask him how the hell can I relax? I’ve barely done this before, but he feels good. So good, and I’m too lost in the sensation to speak.

His finger moves deeper inside me, and he grunts his approval, enjoying this as much as me. My pussy clenches, my body tightens, and when my orgasm hits, a flood of milk spurts from my nipple. Reed thrusts harder with a growl, then he holds himself deep and sucks on me like his life depends on it. He’s hungry, greedy, and feral for me, so I throw my head back in sheer ecstasy.

“Fuck,” he roars, and my body relaxes as he slides his fingers from inside me.

Our heavy pants fill the air, and I slowly raise my head to look at him. A cocky smile spreads across his face, and I swipe the bead of milk from the corner of his mouth and push it past his open lips. “You taste fucking delicious, you know that?”

I giggle at his words, bite into his bottom lip, and shake my head, and he raises an eyebrow.

“You need to taste yourself.” His eyebrows dance, and I bury my face into his shoulder and laugh.

“Stop!”

He chuckles against me, and the sound fills me with happiness. When he pulls me back to face him, my cheeks heat. He gently strokes over my lip with the pad of his thumb. “Delicious, baby.” Then he replaces his thumb with his lips.

“You’re filthy, Reed Johnson.”

“I am.” He smiles proudly, then pulls his shoulders back and grins. “And you love it.”

“I do.” I nod. “That thing you did with your finger.” The redness on my cheeks deepens. “I didn’t think I’d like it, but it was…” I’m at a loss for words.

He narrows his eyes. “Wait. Are you telling me you’ve never had your ass fucked?”

My mouth drops open at his bluntness, and I stumble on my words. “Nnn-no. Jaxon and I...” He jolts beneath me, like he does whenever I mention Jaxon. “We were young and didn’t experiment with a lot of things you’ve probably done.” Heat spreads up my face and over my ears.

His pupils darken as he studies me. “Fuck. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispers it so low I don’t think I’m meant to hear him, but that doesn’t dispel the giddiness brewing inside me at his words.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Tapping my ass, he lifts me to my feet, and I hate the way his cum slips from me and down my thighs, leaving me a sticky mess. But when he sinks to his knees, I watch in rapture as he places my panties over my wet pussy, then he kisses me through the drenched fabric. “I want you to stroke over your pussy all the way home.” The heat of his breath whispers through the material, and I grip onto his hair to keep myself upright.

“Then when you’re all needy, I’m going to slide my thick cock into your tiny ass.” His voice is thick with want, and I pant at the promise in his words.

Never before have I wanted my ass fucked, but now, it’s all I can think about.