“I will taste every inch of your body and still beg for more. You hear me? I will fuckingbegfor it. Whether you’ve got your period or not. I don’t give a fuck as long as everything you have you share with me and only me. Angel, I will eat you out every fucking day until you believe me. You. Are. Perfect. Don’t you ever be ashamed.”
“I... I’m not,” I murmur as his fingers find my G-spot and stroke. “I’m just a little embarrassed.”
Reed hisses in my ear before he sucks on my neck. “Youneverhave to be embarrassed with me. I know shame, baby. In all its forms. Don’t you ever feel like that. And if you do, you tell me, and I will worship you until you believe me when I tell you; you arefuckingperfect.”
I sink against his chest, holding myself up with the lapels of his jacket as he swirls his fingers inside me, and his thumb rubs deliberate circles over my clit.
“Reed…”
“I know, Angel. Let it go.”
I shudder and my knees give way as I come on his fingers. His free arm grips me around the waist as he holds me up, his lips lingering over mine, breathing in every gasp I cry out as my body clenches and sucks him in greedily. His other arm continues working me, a low growl in his throat as I come undone for him.
“You’re so beautiful.” His lips are on mine, and he kisses the last of my orgasm out of me as I return to earth slowly. My fingers, my toes, my ears... everywhere tingling.
“Now all I’m going to be able to think of at work today is getting home to you tonight,” he whispers against my lips as he places my panties back in position and smoothes my dress down over my thighs.
He kisses me again before he turns to leave. “I miss you already.”
I watch him go, then sink back against the counter as the door closes, running a hand around the back of my neck. The sloth mug catches the corner of my eye from its place in the sink, and I wash it out and put it back inside the cupboard. At the front.
It’s a bright day and the sun is out in force, along with a lot of people with very strong views on politics, it would seem, judging from the roasting the members of the public are giving the four men on the makeshift stage. They are the four main party candidates running for mayor. Reed, who’s Independent; Harry, who’s Democrat; Graham, who’s Republican; and another man I recognize from the president’s hotel trip who I think is Conservative. I find it hard to keep up. I’ve never learned so much about New York Office since agreeing to this thing with Reed.
I look up at him on stage. He’s a vision of authoritative calm as he listens to Harry talk about care for the elderly and pre-natal maternity care availability for low-income parents. I listen as the topic moves on to education and Graham answers a question about his views on rumored budget cuts.
“It suits him up there, doesn’t it? Being in charge.”
I turn to the voice next to me, struggling to hide my annoyance as Bea comes to stand next to me, dressed all in black. The color suits her and her personality.
“Oh, I wouldn’t count on him being in charge. He’s got stiff competition,” I say as I turn my eyes back to the stage at Graham, who is still speaking.
Bea laughs lightly. “I’m not talking about Graham. I mean Reed.”
I turn to face her as she says his name. Just hearing it leave her lips makes my mouth taste sour.
“Oh, come on. Aren’t I allowed to state the obvious? Reed always was good at being in charge. Although, I’m sure you know that.” She gives me a calculated smile as her eyes assess me.
“For such a large area of open park space, you sure did have to find a close spot to stand.” I assess her back, which only causes her to smile.
“The view’s nicer from this angle. Brings back memories.” She casts her eyes over to the stage.
I follow her gaze. We are perfectly lined up to see Reed’s handsome profile. He smiles at someone in the audience as he answers a question. His soft brown waves catch the sun, and he smiles, showing off his dimples. Cute little ones that are ridiculously sexy when he teams them with his reading glasses.
“Suchfunmemories,” Bea hums to herself.
“Why are you still talking?” I keep my eyes on the stage, trying to ignore her and put some space between us, but the crowd has grown around us and there’s nowhere to move.
“I can see why he’s with you. He has a thing for blondes,” she says, keeping her eyes on him, drinking him in with a smile on her face as though she’s imagining what they used to do together.
I swallow down the bile rising in my throat. I’m not a jealous person. But the thought of Reed being with her, even if it was years ago, makes me sick to my stomach. Thinking of him with her, kissing her, telling her she’s beautiful, sharing a bed with her, having sex with her.
“They never last, though. It’s one after the other. A never-ending revolving door that leads to that man’s bed.”
I bite my cheek to stop myself from hurling something impulsive at her. She’s trying to get a rise out of me. She wants to sow doubt into my mind, and I have no idea why. Maybe it’s pure old-fashioned jealousy at seeing your gorgeous ex with someone else. Your gorgeous ex who is a front runner in a campaign to become a very influential man in New York. A role that provides exclusive serviced residences and a hefty salary package and privileges. Reed said Bea has always been a social climber.
I join in the applause that breaks out in approval of Reed’s answer to a question. I’ve no idea what was said, and I wish I could snap my fingers and make Bea disappear so I could pay better attention. Either that or throw her in a bush of poison ivy. Anything to get her the hell away from me.
“He’s really something, isn’t he?” She leans closer to me as her eyes stay fixed on Reed. Her musky perfume claws at my throat, and I cough.