Although, as I prefer to say, because wearehuman. There’s nothingonlyabout it.
Reed slides his arm around my waist, smiling down at me as he and Griffin finish their discussion.
“Maria and Griffin are seeing Rosie tomorrow.” I beam at him.
“I know. Griffin told me.”
Maria’s eyes light up at Reed’s words and she looks at Griffin. “I knew you were looking forward to it.”
“Mmm,” he grunts, nodding his head at both of us before giving us a rare smile. “See you both later. I left something in a meeting room down the hall and Maria is going to help me find it.”
Her eyes catch Griffin’s and then she takes his hand as he carves a path through everyone toward the main entrance.
“They’re going to have sex,” I whisper, turning to Reed. “They did it before at a charity dinner. You know, the one where your date threw her drink in your face.”
“I remember that night.” Reed breaks into a closed lip smile. “You wore a dress I could see your nipples through when you got cold.”
“I did not—”
“You definitely did.” His smile grows and his eyes twinkle as he looks down at me. “Now, what do I have to do to get a dance around here before all the boring speeches and shit start?”
I shove him in the chest playfully. “Don’t make out like you don’t love it. You were born to be on that stage.”
He chuckles and takes my hand, leading us over to the dancefloor.
“Mrs. Walker?” He places one hand on my lower back and takes the other in his, holding it against his chest as we dance.
“Put your hand lower,” I whisper in his ear.
One corner of his mouth lifts. “Like this?”
His hand slides to the dip of my lower spine, his pinky finger grazing the top of my ass.
“Lower.” I huff. “Remember that first time we danced together? How I said we should be close enough that people around us can feel our desire flowing in waves, can see the crackle of electricity in the air between us?”
His hands slides lower, grasping my ass cheek possessively as his lips dip to my ear.
“You wanted me to look at you as if I was recalling the way you had just ridden my face before we left home, and I’d had to breathe through my ears,” he growls, making goosebumps scatter up my spine.
“Yes,” I whisper, my breath hitching as he pulls me to him with one hand so I’m pressed tightly against him.
“Angel?”
He lets go of my other hand, and I leave it resting on his chest as he curls his around my neck, stroking his thumb over my jaw and pinning me in place with an intense, smoky gaze, lit up by golden streaks.
“Yes,” I whisper again, swallowing against his hand.
“You did ride my face before we left home. You rode it while I buried my tongue inside your sweet pussy.”
My eyes widen, and I look side to side to make sure no one dancing nearby can hear him. But the music is too loud. He chuckles, flexing his fingers against my skin so my eyes return to his.
“I love how sweet and shocked you act.” He dips his lips to my ear again. “When we both know you’re my good girl, who can’t get enough of her daddy’s cock inside her.”
My heart pounds in my chest and I clench my thighs together at the deep timbre of his voice. How can he keep such a calm expression saying things like that, when I’m only hearing them, and they make me want to collapse in a horny, breathless heap at his feet?
Superpowers.
That’s what it must be.