I narrow my eyes at him, giggling as he narrows his back. “It would be a special treat, right?” I trace circles over his chiseled abs.
“Averyspecial one.” He grins, his eyes falling between my legs and my over-sexed pussy. It’s probably bright pink and getting ready to erect an ‘on strike’ sign, considering the amount of attention he gives it.
Not that I’m complaining.
“In that case. How about the day you give me a…” I search my mind for a suitable trade. As much as I love and trust Reed, I still don’t believe that he will fit up there. Nothing anywhere near his size has ever come out from there. So surely, he can’t go in there. It’s science. Or math. Or both. I don’t know. It’s a giant appendage and a tiny hole. That’s all I know. “A Middlemist Red!” I say, as inspiration hits. “Yes. The day you give me a Middlemist Red, I will let you…” My eyes fall to his large cock, which is still giant even though it’s softening. “I will let you put it…there.”
The grin that spreads across Reed’s face is cartoon-worthy. How it stretches so wide, I will never understand.
“You’re looking far too sure of yourself there, Mayor. Do you know what a Middlemist Red is?”
“Nope.” He pops his ‘p’.
“Aren’t you a little concerned that it could be hard to source?” I raise both brows as I wait for the smile to fall from his face. There’s no way he will succeed. It’s practically impossible. The rarest flower in the world only exists in two places—the botanical gardens in London and New Zealand.
My starfish is safe.
“Nope,” he says again.
I pout to hide my smug smile, the muscles in my cheeks aching from holding it back.
He looks at me. “You know I don’t give up, Harls.” His eyes drop to between my legs again as he strokes two fingers up my inner thigh, collecting a trickle of cum that’s escaped and pushing it back up inside me.
My mouth goes slack, and I moan as he circles his fingers inside me gently.
“If there’s a Middlemist Red on this planet, then I will find a way to get you one.”
“You want my ass really bad, don’t you?” I huff playfully.
He laughs, pulling me to him and kissing me. “I just want you. All of you. Every day. Every way I can have you. Forever.”
“Fine,” I murmur against his lips. “You win. You get one, and we’ll try it.”
He kisses me again, smiling.
“Why do you look so happy?” I tap my finger against his lips as they leave mine.
“Because I already won, Harls.”
“How’d you figure that?” I grin back at his infectious joy. I wonder if he’ll be smiling when he realizes he’s just agreed to fail.
He’s so sure of himself sometimes. There’s confident and then there’s irritatingly, adorably cocky. And he is the master of both.
I lift my chin. “I’m waiting.”
His eyes sparkle as he leans in to kiss me again, his words clear and sure as they leave his lips.
“I already won because I got you.”
“Aren’t you glad we left on time now? Imagine how embarrassing it would have been if we were late, and everyone was already here,” I say to Reed as we walk toward the ballroom.
The Songbird is elegant glamour at its finest. I have to pinch myself some days that I work in the most iconic hotel in New York. Despite the number of functions I’ve attended here, the number of sparkling champagne towers I’ve seen, and live bands I’ve heard play, I always feel like a movie star walking on to set.
Tonight is no exception.
I look up at Reed in his tuxedo. I swear this man is the male body designers must base all their measurements on. It fits him like a glove, perfectly tailored to every dip and curve of his broad, toned frame.
“What’s that look for?” He smirks, keeping his eyes straight ahead. “I can hear those wheels turning in that beautifully crazy head of yours.”