I swat him on the chest, and he laughs quietly, his mood from mentioning Bea lifting.
“Please take him, Stuart. I can’t stand him anymore, he’s all yours,” I announce with a grin as Stuart looks between the two of us with a knowing smirk on his face.
“You told him about us?” I round my eyes on Reed.
“Nope. But you just did.” Stuart laughs as I drop my mouth open in mock outrage. “Come on. I could see that one a mile off. It’s media gold, though.” He lifts his chin to the press, who are packing up. “They love it. You two are the royal couple of the New York political circuit. Just don’t go making any sex tapes. Media management of those is not in my job description.”
Reed smiles at the pout on my face, pulling me to him and pressing another kiss on my lips.
“See you later, Mrs. Walker. Remember where I want you when I get home.”
I shuffle around on the bed trying to get comfortable, then click record on my phone. I only need it for a few seconds for what I have in mind. I turn my phone back and press play.Perfect!Reed is going to go nuts.
“Video yourself with your vibrator.”
I laugh as I open the editing software. I mean, I could do that. God knows he’s seen me from every angle and had his fingers and tongueeverywherein my body now. I bite my lip as arousal warms my core from the memories. He just hasn’t putthatthere yet. But I know he wants to. And I’m curious to try it. Everything sexual with Reed is like an awakening for my body. He does things to me I’ve never considered before, and he makes me feel things in places I didn’t even know existed. But sometimes it’s nice to be the one giving the surprise, even if it’s not in the way he expects.
I finish editing the video and watch it back. I’ve made a gif of me naked, his guitar propped up between my legs. It moves to one side just enough that you’re about to see something, before the gif starts over and it pops back into place, covering me. I type out a message and attach the gif.
When was the last time you played with me?
I click send and watch as it’s delivered. My phone rings in my hand immediately, and I smile as I answer it.
“Prepare to be strummed to within an inch of your life,” Reed growls.
“Really?” I bite back a grin.
“Angel, I’m getting in the elevator now. Get your legs open wide for me because I’m coming straight in.”
I jump up from the bed, my heart racing as I put the second part of my plan into action. I didn’t expect him to be home early. I had it all planned out. He was supposed to spend at least another hour getting all worked up as I text him dirty messages. I wanted him so worked up that he would barely notice what I’m planning to wear.
I don’t even know what possessed me to do it. It’s just a joke really.
I run into my room and open my drawer, pulling out my pajamas with rainbow caticorns all over them. Reed is going to freak. Maybe he’ll spank me for teasing him. Get me to call him my special name for him. It’s weird, and completely unlike how I’ve been with boyfriends in the past. But what started as a joke of me calling him Daddy has morphed into something else. He doesn’t do it all the time. Just every now and again. But I can’t get enough. It’s like bargain hunters racing to a sale sign on Black Friday. Every aroused feeling and reaction my body can possibly create flocks to my pussy when he says it. His voice is just so deep and commanding. It could make anything sound sinful. But that word… it’s filthy and naughty… and I love it.
I throw the pajamas on and pull my hair into a messy ponytail and then I park myself on the sofa with the TV on.
And wait.
Less than a minute later, the front door crashes open and I hear Reed dump his phone down on the hall table and kick his shoes off. He strides into the living area, throwing his jacket off onto the back of the sofa, yanking his tie loose at the same time.
He’s on a mission.
I stare at the curve of his tight ass in his suit pants as he stalks in the direction of the bedrooms. Then I clear my throat quietly and his eyes snap to mine as he freezes. They drop over my outfit and back to my face.
He pulls the rest of his red tie loose, wrapping it around his hand as he walks over to me. He doesn’t say anything as he sits on the sofa next to me and leans back into the cushions, dropping the coiled tie to one side.
I chance a look over at him. He’s staring at me, his eyes dark, but his expression unreadable. I expected some sort of reaction. Not this.
I swallow as I gaze up at him. Maybe I read it wrong, and he’s really pissed. I mean, I thought he might be, but in a joking way, after he ripped the pajamas off me or something. That’s what I was expecting. Him to maybe laugh and tear them off me, throw a slap on my ass, maybe grab my hair a bit harder when he fucked me after.
Maybe I don’t know Reed as well as I think I do.
“I’m looking forward to seeing what it is you plan on doing while wearing those, Angel.” His eyes have darkened even more as he stretches his arms across the back of the sofa. His shirt is unbuttoned at the neck, and he’s rolled his sleeves up so his veiny forearms are on display.
“I was planning on you taking them off.”
He shakes his head at me. “No.”