He shoved her skirt farther up her hips and with a yank, ripped off her panties.
“Hey! I’m supposed to go back to work in those,” she protested.
He pulled the swath of material from under her and tossed the panties onto the floor. “I’ll buy you some new ones. But for the rest of the day, I want to look across that office and know that there’s only this thin skirt between me and what’s mine.”
His fingers found her heat and glossed her clit with her juices. She tilted her head back, and his other hand unbuttoned her blouse and freed her breasts. His hot tongue sucked a needy nipple through the lacy material of her bra, then he bit hard enough for her to gasp. She moaned and rocked against his hand.
“That’s right, sugar. I love how responsive you are for me. I can’t wait to take you somewhere tonight, tie you up, and taste every delicious part of you. Make you beg for release.”
She shuddered. God, just his words could set her off.
“But right now”—he leaned back, undid his fly, and released his cock—“just hold on.”
“My pleasure, sir.”
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Brynn swayed on her knees, the shock of seeing Reid in front of her hitting her like a bullet to the chest. She stared at him, a hundred questions coloring her thoughts. Why was he here? How had he even gotten in? And what the hell was he expecting—that she was just going to jump at the chance to be with him after she’d explicitly told him she never wanted him to touch her again?r: Roni Loren
“This is a nice place,” she said, running her fingers along the back edge of the suede couch.
“Thanks, it works for me. Gives me a little privacy from everything.” He tossed his keys on the kitchen counter. “Sit wherever you’d like.”
She maneuvered around the front of the couch, but before she could sit, the purr of an engine outside made them both turn their heads. Reid stepped toward the window next to the door and peeked through the blinds. “Shit. Aunt Roslyn’s here.”
“I thought she was supposed to be at a luncheon today.”
“Yeah, me, too,” he said, still peering through the window. “Dammit, she noticed my car and is headed this way.”
Her heart picked up speed. “Crap. She can’t see me here.”
“Hurry. Go in the bedroom and lock the door. I’ll get rid of her.”
Brynn hustled through the small living area and into the bedroom, clicking the door shut behind her. She held her breath when she heard Roslyn’s voice. The last thing Brynn needed was for the senator’s wife to know she was… Well, she didn’t know exactly what she was doing with Reid, but she doubted the woman would approve regardless.
Unable to resist, she pressed her ear against the door.
“What are you doing home? You didn’t cut out early did you? I told you no special privileges at the office,” Roslyn said, her words clipped.
“I’m on my lunch break, Aunt Ros. Calm down.”
“I called the office to talk to you and Molly said you left with the receptionist.”
Brynn cringed on the other side of the door. Fucking Molly.
“Brynn needed a ride to pick up her car. It’s been in the shop. It was on my way here, so I offered.”
“Is she here now?”
“No, I dropped her off already.”
There was a pause, and Brynn imagined Roslyn was deciding whether she believed her nephew or not. “Is that all there is to it—a friendly favor? Don’t lie to me, Reid. I’ve noticed how chummy you’ve gotten with her.”
“With all due respect, how is that your business? I’m not sixteen anymore.”
“I don’t care how old you are. I know you probably don’t know a lot about that girl. Brynn’s a decent worker, but we’ve done background checks. Her family is… less than desirable.” Roslyn had lowered her voice to where Brynn could barely decipher the words. “And the press would have a field day if they found out you were… cavorting with her.”