But I don’t care.
Seeing the pride in his eyes, the excitement, the sense of value and purpose in what he’s achieved today, and will achieve now that he has the position to be able to do so...
It’s breathtaking.
This moment is everything to him. And because of that, it’s everything to me as well.
He is everything.
My breath catches in my throat as he kisses me. It catches, and it stays there until the kiss ends. Until the man I love reluctantly prises his lips away from mine and places me back to the floor so that he can accept the congratulatory hugs and handshakes from everyone else in the room.
The man I love.
I smile as I watch him talk and laugh with everyone and thank them for their help. It’s like looking at a completely different person to the Reed Walker I knew a few months ago. Back when I thought he was a shallow womanizer, and I didn’t care to know if there was more to him.
But there is so much more.
He’s shown me all his scars. And he’s seen all of mine. And I know beyond doubt that I was wrong. I was so wrong.
Reed Walker is everything I never expected him to be. And I’ve never been happier to be proven wrong.
I love him. I’ve fallen completely in love with him.
I beam at him as he seeks me out from across the room. He’s just given a quick collective interview to the news crews that are here. I don’t know how he managed to look and sound so calm. I’m pretty sure my heart is about to break out of my chest from beating so fast.
His eyes hold mine as he makes excuses to who he’s talking with, before making his way to me.
“It’s about to get very loud,” he says as he reaches me. A second later, music blares out from a speaker, and the room erupts into shouts and cheers again, one of the loudest being from Stu.
“Oh, God.” I laugh as people around us begin to sing and dance. There is a steady stream of champagne and hard liquor flowing, again courtesy of Stuart’s organization skills, no doubt.
“Come with me.” Reed grabs my hands and pulls me from the main communal office area, down the short corridor to his private office.
He clicks the latch after closing the door and then pulls me to him.
“You okay?”
“You’re asking me if I’m okay? Reed. You just won the election. You shouldn’t be worrying about me. You should be out there chugging champagne and throwing your tie off and dancing on the table or something.”
He laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I love the way your mind works, Harls. And the things you come out with.”
“You do, huh?” I bite my lip and giggle. “What, words likeDaddy?” I lean forward and let my breath tickle his ear as I whisper.
“Especially words like that. Fuck,” he hisses, grabbing handfuls of my ass through my dress. “Today has been torture. Do you know how hard it is keeping my hands in respectable places when we haven’t had a second alone all day?”
“It’s been hard, huh?” I smile up at him as I rub him through the fabric of his pants.
“Angel…” His eyes darken as he flexes his fingers against my ass. “I need you. I can’t wait any longer.”
He moves me back and unfastens his belt with one hand, maneuvering me over to the desk with the other.
I walk backward, drinking up the lust in his hooded eyes as he rolls his lips and lets out a low groan when I wriggle out of my panties and hand them to him. He lifts them to his nose, keeping his eyes on mine as he inhales, and then he pushes them into the pocket of his suit pants.
“We don’t have long before they realize you’re missing and wonder where you are,” I say as I turn and rest my palms on the smooth, cool surface.
“Let them fucking wonder,” Reed growls as he pushes my dress up around my waist and sucks in a breath. “You’re stunning, Harley. Now bend over for me.”
He pushes me down so my chest is on the desk and my cheek is pressed against the neatly stacked paperwork. Then he strokes his hand over my ass, sliding it over the curve. There’s a slight break in the air before his palm connects with my skin, slapping me, sending a sting racing over my skin before he soothes it with his mouth, kissing and sucking gently. The contrast of pain and pleasure has me groaning as arousal floods between my thighs, calling out for him to touch me.