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“Uh-oh,” Reed jokes lightly as we enter his bedroom. “Everything good?” he asks, pulling open his drawer. He pulls out one of his shirts—and a pair of my leggings that I had left here.
I nod, taking the clothes from him. “I just talked to Vivian and, uh—” The butterflies erupt and I can’t keep my grin from spreading across my face. “I’ve been promoted to head journalist.”
Reed stares at me for a moment, before his eyes widen—I love that he shows more emotion around me—and a grin of his own breaks across his face. “Holy shit, Willow,” he exclaims with a deep laugh, walking over to me. “Congratulations—I’m fucking proud of you,” he adds, wrapping me in a hug that lifts me off my feet.
I laugh, dropping the clothes and returning his hug. My smile is wide, cheeks already aching. “Thanks,” I say, reveling in his familiar scent wrapping around me. “There’s more.”
He sets me down, raising his eyebrows. “What?” he asks, curiosity dancing in his eyes.
I take a breath and quickly tell him about the rest of my conversation with Vivian—her family emergency that had her stepping away from work actually being maternity leave, who her husband is, and the advice she had given me about dating someone we previously considered to beoff-limits. With each word, I see the disbelief spread across Reed’s face, an incredulous breath escaping him as he rubs his jaw, staring at me in bewilderment.
“So...” He shakes his head, watching me carefully. “What are you saying, Willow?”
My throat works, looking up at him meaningfully. “I’m saying that maybe we don’t have to keep this behind closed doors.”
Reed’s jaw works. “Are you sure?” he asks, dipping his chin to keep his gaze locked on me.
I smile a little. I know he’s asking only because of me—because at the end of the day, if people were going to make comments, they were mostly going to be directed towards me. Sure, Reed would get some, but I would be on the receiving end of the majority of them. And honestly. . . I don’t care anymore. Words have power—as a journalist, I know how true that is—but as long as I have my job, my family and friends, and Reed, why do I need to worry myself over what people think of me? Their words won’t affect me if I don’t let them have any power over me.
“I’m sure,” I nod confidently, smiling. “I don’t want to hide this. Vivian told me how she regretted it, and I don’t want to hide things about my life when it doesn’t concern anyone else in the first place.”
I mean, it’s only been a few weeks, almost a month, of Reed and I sneaking around. As necessary as I thought it had been, it was also exhausting, making sure no one caught me going to his place and him making sure he wasn’t recognized whenever he came over to mine. Pretending that I didn’t know what it felt like to have him inside of me whenever we were at work and during the occasions I had to interview him. Keeping our relationship a secret had a thrill of its own, sure, but it’s nothing compared to how it would feel like to just. . .be. To not have to hide our feelings for each other.
“So, you don’t want to hide this anymore?” Reed asks. “You’re okay with people knowing about us?”
I grin, my hands pressing to his chest and lightly fisting his shirt to keep him close, head tilting back to keep my gaze locked on his. “I don’t care who knows about us. I just want you. Fuck what anyone else thinks.”
A rough breath escapes Reed, his large hands cupping my cheeks as he dips his head close to mine. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”
My smile widens. “Not nearly as often as you should,” I tease.
He lets out a deep chuckle before pressing his lips to mine. I melt into him as he murmurs against my mouth, “Let me show you, then.”
I moan as his tongue teases mine, his large hands sliding down to my shoulders and fingers skimming the spaghetti straps of my dress. Goosebumps break across my skin under his touch as he kisses me and pulls the straps down. They fall loosely and, blindly, I reach to my side to pull down the zipper on the side so the dress can just drop. I lower my arms and pull the straps down and, seconds later, my dress is pooling at my feet and I’m standing in nothing but a pair of white lacy panties and my silver heels, the subtle chill in the room hitting my skin.
Reed breaks the kiss, forehead still pressed against mine, and his hooded gaze looks down at me and he curses, “Fuck me.”
I chuckle breathlessly, my hands dropping to the hem of his shirt. “That’s the plan,” I muse before pulling the shirt up.
Reed gets rid of it and, as always, I’m mesmerized by the sight of his muscles even as I move to bend down to take off my shoes. But Reed stops me with a curt, “Keep them on, and get on the bed.”
My stomach tightens in excitement and pulse quickens as I do what he says, crawling backward on the bed, my gaze locked on his as he kneels on the mattress at the end of the bed. A squeal of surprise escapes me when Reed wraps his arms around my thighs and tugs me toward him, heart pounding as he dips his head and begins trailing kisses along my inner thigh. The touch of his lips against my skin has my breath hitching, one hand fisting the sheets beneath me and the other reaching for him, burying my fingers in his unruly hair.
Right when he gets to where I need him most, my panties already dampened with arousal, Reed switches off to my other thigh and I let out a quiet groan of frustration and want. He chuckles against me, that bastard, purposefully dragging his stubble along my flesh. “Can’t wait to show everyone you’re mine.”
And he’s mine—it’s a sentiment I want to express, but a cry escapes me when Reed, in what feels like half a second, hooks a finger under the band of my underwear, rips it off with a damn flick of his wrist, and covers my pussy with his mouth. I throw my head back as his tongue pushes into me, my fingers in his hair tightening and hips pushing into him as he licks me.
Reed’s arm bands down across my hips, keeping me in place as he fucks me with his tongue, groaning against me, and the sound vibrates through my body and nearly has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “Everyone’s gonna know how fucking lucky I am to have you,” he says gruffly, and a gasp rips through me as he teases my clit with his tongue. “All fucking mine.”
His words are nothing but a growl as he licks and sucks and devours me with his tongue and mouth, every part of my body feeling like it’s on fire as he pushes a finger in tandem with his tongue. “Oh, God, Reed—yes,” I moan, arching my back, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
The room is filled with the sounds of my moan and the crude sounds of Reed licking me and thrusting his finger in and out of my wet pussy, and it’s not long until I feel that familiar knot tighten and tighten low in my abdomen. “Reed, I’m gonna—I’m coming,” I chant, and he doesn’t stop what he’s doing as I fall apart and come all over his tongue and finger.
He licks up everything I give him as I fall back against the mattress, trying to catch my breath as my fingers loosen their grip in his hair. I feel boneless, but I manage to open my eyes to see Reed sitting up on his knees, licking his lips as he praises, “That’s my girl.”
His words, combined with the sight of his messy hair thanks to my fingers and his swollen lips, has my body warming up even more, wanting more and more of him. “Reed—please,” I breathlessly say, heart pounding.
He raises an eyebrow, looking down at me with a look that’s equal parts smug and desire. “Please what?”
