don't seem too eager to discuss
your family either."
"You met Ash."
"Not because you introduced us."
"I would have."
I narrowed my gaze at him.
"Eventually," he admitted, looking away.
"What about the others? Ash told me about
Blake and the younger ones. He called them hell raisers."
He smiled. "They are. One can charm any woman
into bed and the other is just wild. Keeping them both out of
trouble is a full-time job for our parents."
"That's the first time you've really spoken
about your brothers," I said. "Tell me about them."
He moved his hands to my breasts, cupping
them, massaging his thumbs over the nipples until they were tender,
tingling points. "There's nothing to tell."
I lifted my arms and wrapped them behind his
head, encouraging him to keep going. "What about your parents?" I
whispered, my mind already having left the conversation. "You
hardly speak about them either."
"You want to discuss my parents now?"
"Hmmm, maybe later. It seems you successfully
avoided the topic with your magic fingers."
"Magic, huh?" He tweaked both nipples,
sending a jolt straight to my vagina.
I bucked and moaned. "Touch me here," I said,
guiding his hand down.
"You do it. I want to watch you make yourself
come."
My face and throat heated. I'd never done
that in front of anyone before. I pulled my hand away from my heat,
but he caught it again.
"It's alright, Sweetheart. Don't be
embarrassed. Everything you do is beautiful and amazing, including
that." He directed my hand lower, lower until it was in position.
"Put your finger in." He held my hand beneath his, and I inched my
middle finger inside my folds. "Feel how hot you are," he murmured,
his voice like honey on my skin. "Feel how magical your fingers are. Now rub yourself for me."
I didn't think I could do it with an
audience, but after a few moments, I didn't care. I wanted him to see me. I rubbed as he filled his hands with my breasts and
teased my nipples to gloriously hard, achy points. I welcomed the
familiar heat as it swamped me and cried out his name as my own
fingers sent me over the edge.
I lay in his arms, my body a languid puddle.
Damn, he was clever. He had successfully avoided talking about his
parents and I was none the wiser about his family.
***
We spent the rest of the day and much of the
evening together, but I returned home late Saturday night in a cab
that he called for me. He seemed to have come to terms with the
fact that I wasn't ready for Becky to know he and I were sleeping
together, perhaps because he wasn't ready to introduce me to his
family either. It made for a weird ending to a wonderful weekend.
The pleasure fest had an undercurrent of sweetness to it that had
taken me by surprise and sucked me into Reece's spell. Yet the
distance between us was as wide as ever. It was very apparent that
he didn't want me to be a part of his life outside his bedroom and
office.
And I was fine with that. Totally.
Absolutely. Fine. I did not want to get any closer to the man whose
project I was supposed to ruin. The small hole that had opened up
in my heart would heal once this was all over and I'd had a chance
to move on and forget about him.
Becky greeted me with giggles and questions,
which I managed to avoid giving full answers to. We spent Sunday
together doing housework and lazing around until she needed to
paint something and I couldn't stay away from work any longer. I
was acutely aware that now I had Reece's attention, completing my
job for Ellen wouldn't take too much longer.
So this was how the trappers who slept with
their targets felt. Powerful, in control. But how did they close
their hearts? How did they cope with the gut-churning anxiety and
the horrible sense of foreboding? It shadowed me all Sunday. I
could hardly eat a thing and I slept badly that night, thinking
through everything that could go wrong. Thinking how much I didn't
want them to go wrong.
Stupid, stupid girl. I'd done the one thing
I'd vowed not to do. I'd fallen
your family either."
"You met Ash."
"Not because you introduced us."
"I would have."
I narrowed my gaze at him.
"Eventually," he admitted, looking away.
"What about the others? Ash told me about
Blake and the younger ones. He called them hell raisers."
He smiled. "They are. One can charm any woman
into bed and the other is just wild. Keeping them both out of
trouble is a full-time job for our parents."
"That's the first time you've really spoken
about your brothers," I said. "Tell me about them."
He moved his hands to my breasts, cupping
them, massaging his thumbs over the nipples until they were tender,
tingling points. "There's nothing to tell."
I lifted my arms and wrapped them behind his
head, encouraging him to keep going. "What about your parents?" I
whispered, my mind already having left the conversation. "You
hardly speak about them either."
"You want to discuss my parents now?"
"Hmmm, maybe later. It seems you successfully
avoided the topic with your magic fingers."
"Magic, huh?" He tweaked both nipples,
sending a jolt straight to my vagina.
I bucked and moaned. "Touch me here," I said,
guiding his hand down.
"You do it. I want to watch you make yourself
come."
My face and throat heated. I'd never done
that in front of anyone before. I pulled my hand away from my heat,
but he caught it again.
"It's alright, Sweetheart. Don't be
embarrassed. Everything you do is beautiful and amazing, including
that." He directed my hand lower, lower until it was in position.
"Put your finger in." He held my hand beneath his, and I inched my
middle finger inside my folds. "Feel how hot you are," he murmured,
his voice like honey on my skin. "Feel how magical your fingers are. Now rub yourself for me."
I didn't think I could do it with an
audience, but after a few moments, I didn't care. I wanted him to see me. I rubbed as he filled his hands with my breasts and
teased my nipples to gloriously hard, achy points. I welcomed the
familiar heat as it swamped me and cried out his name as my own
fingers sent me over the edge.
I lay in his arms, my body a languid puddle.
Damn, he was clever. He had successfully avoided talking about his
parents and I was none the wiser about his family.
***
We spent the rest of the day and much of the
evening together, but I returned home late Saturday night in a cab
that he called for me. He seemed to have come to terms with the
fact that I wasn't ready for Becky to know he and I were sleeping
together, perhaps because he wasn't ready to introduce me to his
family either. It made for a weird ending to a wonderful weekend.
The pleasure fest had an undercurrent of sweetness to it that had
taken me by surprise and sucked me into Reece's spell. Yet the
distance between us was as wide as ever. It was very apparent that
he didn't want me to be a part of his life outside his bedroom and
office.
And I was fine with that. Totally.
Absolutely. Fine. I did not want to get any closer to the man whose
project I was supposed to ruin. The small hole that had opened up
in my heart would heal once this was all over and I'd had a chance
to move on and forget about him.
Becky greeted me with giggles and questions,
which I managed to avoid giving full answers to. We spent Sunday
together doing housework and lazing around until she needed to
paint something and I couldn't stay away from work any longer. I
was acutely aware that now I had Reece's attention, completing my
job for Ellen wouldn't take too much longer.
So this was how the trappers who slept with
their targets felt. Powerful, in control. But how did they close
their hearts? How did they cope with the gut-churning anxiety and
the horrible sense of foreboding? It shadowed me all Sunday. I
could hardly eat a thing and I slept badly that night, thinking
through everything that could go wrong. Thinking how much I didn't
want them to go wrong.
Stupid, stupid girl. I'd done the one thing
I'd vowed not to do. I'd fallen
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