soon,” he promised.
After the crowded dance floor, the quiet of the night was a welcome change. Amanda took in the seriousness of Reed’s profile. He always looked like a man with a lot of his mind.
They turned down a narrow trail marked, “Private. Employees only.” Nestled in a larger alcove, a line of small cabins waited at the end of the walkway. Reed stopped in front of one of the lodges and opened the door.
“Where are we?” she asked, looking at the comfortable and small surroundings. The living room doubled as a mini-kitchen, and another doorway opened into the bedroom. A fireplace with dual hearths connected the two living spaces. The walls were painted a cool blue with silver-gray accents. A dark blue sofa rested against one wall and, through the opening to the bedroom, Amanda could see that the color scheme continued throughout. On the surface, the space was inviting, but it lacked anything personal. There were no photos of family members or magazines strewn across the coffee table. The room told her nothing about Reed. It was as if they were in an upscale hotel room.
“My place,” Reed countered. “A home away from home, on campus. We’re each given a room in the dorms, but we also have these cabins to call our own.”
“Makes sense.” Amanda sometimes wondered what Yvette did in her “spare” time, or if she ever left the campus. Now she knew.
“Would you like something to drink?” Reed asked, leading her to the couch.
“Not necessary,” she countered and redirected Reed toward the bedroom. They were back at his place for a reason, and Amanda wanted to get to that reason.
* * * *
The red fabric clung to Amanda’s hips as she walked down the short hall to his bedroom. Mesmerized by the swaying of her fabulous ass and dancer’s calves, Reed simply stared and followed the bait.
Once inside, he pushed Amanda back on the bed, straddling her body with his knee between hers. Running his hands up and down her body, he once again reveled in her perfect combination of compact muscles and soft curves. She arched up into him, taking his mouth in hers, and pushing herself against his already hard cock. She tasted fruity like the punch she’d been sipping and, although her body was cold, her tongue was warm. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, sucking on the tender flesh. Slipping a hand between her legs, he could feel how ready she was for him. He’d wanted her so badly, for so long and had been doing his damnedest to ignore his own desires, but this time, their first time, he didn’t think he could take it slow. He needed her now. He needed her fast.
He needed his fucking phone to stop vibrating in his pocket.
“Damn,” he said, pulling back and searching out the cell from his pocket.
“Ignore it,” she said, with a fuck-me-now smile on her face.
“I plan to.” Just as he was about to switch the phone to “off,” he saw part of the text message: “Emergency.”
Double damn. With everything that had been happening, he couldn’t ignore it. He clicked on the phone once again and read the rest of the message. It didn’t say much, except that he was needed at the Commons Area. The text had come from the number at the front office, but it didn’t have a sender. Still, he should check it out.
“I’m sorry,” he started to explain to Amanda, “there’s some sort of emergency that I need to check out. Will you wait for me here?”
Amanda looked a bit pouty, but she nodded her head yes in acquiesce. “There’s no way you’re getting rid of me now.”
Chapter Twelve
Alone, Mandi stripped off her clothes, what little she’d been wearing, and snuggled beneath the thick plaid down comforter. Hand between her legs, she imagined that Reed had instead stayed with her. She teased her soft folds, not trying to achieve orgasm, just keep herself on the edge of excitement. The bed felt plush beneath her, and the soft mattress molded to her body, inviting further
After the crowded dance floor, the quiet of the night was a welcome change. Amanda took in the seriousness of Reed’s profile. He always looked like a man with a lot of his mind.
They turned down a narrow trail marked, “Private. Employees only.” Nestled in a larger alcove, a line of small cabins waited at the end of the walkway. Reed stopped in front of one of the lodges and opened the door.
“Where are we?” she asked, looking at the comfortable and small surroundings. The living room doubled as a mini-kitchen, and another doorway opened into the bedroom. A fireplace with dual hearths connected the two living spaces. The walls were painted a cool blue with silver-gray accents. A dark blue sofa rested against one wall and, through the opening to the bedroom, Amanda could see that the color scheme continued throughout. On the surface, the space was inviting, but it lacked anything personal. There were no photos of family members or magazines strewn across the coffee table. The room told her nothing about Reed. It was as if they were in an upscale hotel room.
“My place,” Reed countered. “A home away from home, on campus. We’re each given a room in the dorms, but we also have these cabins to call our own.”
“Makes sense.” Amanda sometimes wondered what Yvette did in her “spare” time, or if she ever left the campus. Now she knew.
“Would you like something to drink?” Reed asked, leading her to the couch.
“Not necessary,” she countered and redirected Reed toward the bedroom. They were back at his place for a reason, and Amanda wanted to get to that reason.
* * * *
The red fabric clung to Amanda’s hips as she walked down the short hall to his bedroom. Mesmerized by the swaying of her fabulous ass and dancer’s calves, Reed simply stared and followed the bait.
Once inside, he pushed Amanda back on the bed, straddling her body with his knee between hers. Running his hands up and down her body, he once again reveled in her perfect combination of compact muscles and soft curves. She arched up into him, taking his mouth in hers, and pushing herself against his already hard cock. She tasted fruity like the punch she’d been sipping and, although her body was cold, her tongue was warm. She caught his lower lip between her teeth, sucking on the tender flesh. Slipping a hand between her legs, he could feel how ready she was for him. He’d wanted her so badly, for so long and had been doing his damnedest to ignore his own desires, but this time, their first time, he didn’t think he could take it slow. He needed her now. He needed her fast.
He needed his fucking phone to stop vibrating in his pocket.
“Damn,” he said, pulling back and searching out the cell from his pocket.
“Ignore it,” she said, with a fuck-me-now smile on her face.
“I plan to.” Just as he was about to switch the phone to “off,” he saw part of the text message: “Emergency.”
Double damn. With everything that had been happening, he couldn’t ignore it. He clicked on the phone once again and read the rest of the message. It didn’t say much, except that he was needed at the Commons Area. The text had come from the number at the front office, but it didn’t have a sender. Still, he should check it out.
“I’m sorry,” he started to explain to Amanda, “there’s some sort of emergency that I need to check out. Will you wait for me here?”
Amanda looked a bit pouty, but she nodded her head yes in acquiesce. “There’s no way you’re getting rid of me now.”
Chapter Twelve
Alone, Mandi stripped off her clothes, what little she’d been wearing, and snuggled beneath the thick plaid down comforter. Hand between her legs, she imagined that Reed had instead stayed with her. She teased her soft folds, not trying to achieve orgasm, just keep herself on the edge of excitement. The bed felt plush beneath her, and the soft mattress molded to her body, inviting further
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