Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 504(@200wpm)___ 403(@250wpm)___ 336(@300wpm)
Reid stood and leaned against his bed. She studied him for a long moment, jealous of how long his eyelashes were and envious because if she ever wanted hers that long, she needed a special mascara or falsies.
“Grayson Caballero, I am mad at you. The doctors say this could’ve been prevented, but your stubborn ass hasn’t been taking your meds. And now look at ya. To make things more complicated, Pearce tells me that you love me. Do you?” She waited for a response that wouldn’t come. “You know how I feel about you. I’ve been in love with you since the day we met.” Reid chuckled slightly. “Okay, yeah. We know that’s not true. Instant attraction for sure, but the feelings were there rather quickly. At least for me.”
Reid held Grayson’s hand. It was warm, thanks to the machines keeping him alive. “And then we . . .” She couldn’t bring herself to say the words as her body heated from the memory of the night they had spent together.
The Wold Collective holiday party was one for the record books. Dinner, dancing, and an endless flow of champagne and an open bar. The owners really knew how to treat their employees. Music thumped, the DJ in the corner playing all the top hits, mixing it up occasionally with some holiday jingles.
Reid’s red dress was tight fitting, accentuating every curve she had and pushing her girls up for attention. She only wanted Grayson’s attention. After months and months of flirting and innuendoes, it was the right time for her to do something about it. She finished off the last bit of champagne in her flute.
“It’s now or never,” Reid said to herself.
She sauntered over to him, making sure to move her hips seductively. Grayson leaned against the bar, talking to Pearce and some new guy who’d recently started. Reid couldn’t recall his name. None of that mattered. She was solely focused on Grayson.
“Sexy” was not a word she used to describe herself. “Plain,” “average,” “run-of-the-mill” were more her speed. The champagne gave her courage to loosen up, to be sexier. When she approached, Grayson angled himself to greet her. His smirk told her he liked what he saw.
Reid trailed her finger up his black tie, then wrapped her hands around it and tugged him forward. “Welp, guys, duty calls,” she heard him say as he followed her. Grayson closed the distance between them and brought her hips flush against his groin. She could feel him, pressing into her backside.
She took him to the dance floor. To her surprise, he laced his fingers with hers and gave her a twirl. She laughed, loving the feeling of this new flirtatiousness. Reid stepped away from Grayson and started moving her hips to the music. It was a fast song, and she had regrets about making her move then instead of during a slow one.
Grayson wasn’t having it. He linked his arm around her back and pulled her close to him. She gasped and slowly looked into his eyes. Later, she’d wonder how long she’d stared into his brown orbs before she realized the song was over and they were leaving.
Outside, Grayson hailed a cab and held her close in the back seat. They never took their eyes off each other, and she never stopped his hand from sliding up her dress. Reid wanted him.
The moment they stepped into his apartment, he had Reid pressed against the wall. His lips were on hers. They were all hands, tongues, and need. He gathered her dress in his hands and hiked it over her hips, and then he picked her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers fumbling with his tie and the buttons on his shirt when she felt him tease her. Reid lifted herself slightly and then pushed down on him.
Grayson groaned.
“I need you out of this dress,” he said when his knees hit the edge of his bed. He set her down, stepped back, and began ripping his shirt off. Reid watched, lost in the moment. They’d waited so long to get to this part of their relationship, and it was finally happening. After Grayson undid his belt and the button on his slacks, he pulled the zipper down slowly, showing her his bulge.
Reid swallowed hard and licked her lips in anticipation. She got onto her knees and slowly bunched her dress up until she’d pulled it over her head. She was there, naked except for the black lace thong she wore. Reid couldn’t look at him. She didn’t want to see his expression.
“Look at me,” he said as he slowly lifted her chin with his finger. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Don’t hide from me.”
Reid did what he asked and saw nothing but adoration and yearning.
He pushed his pants and boxers to the ground. His cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach. Reid wanted to see him, all of him, every part of him, and didn’t know where to look. Instead, she watched him as he opened his bedside table to get a condom.