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Reid’s going to be so weird about this if he wakes up and finds us tangled together. He’ll probably storm into the bathroom again and lock the door, barricading himself in there until morning. Guilt swirls through my belly at the thought—but hey,I’mnot the one with octopus arms in this bed. I’m not the one clinging on for dear life.
That is all Reid Merryweather.
Pressing my lips together, I will my galloping heart to slow down, because I shouldn’t be so thrilled to find myself in my boss’s arms. Need to focus. Need to slip free.
He’ll hate himself if he wakes up and finds out he broke his word. If he finds out he touched me after all, despite swearing he wouldn’t.
I can’t allow that. Reid Merryweather already hates himself plenty.
“Just… okay…” Whispering to myself, I pat down the length of Reid’s arm, trying to figure out a way to unhook him. When his shirtsleeve turns to fever-hot bare skin, I pause, gulp, and keep going.
His forearm is toned and taut. His bones are so muchbiggerthan mine, thicker and sturdier, and the fine layer of dark hair feels silky. I find his wrist and then his hand, scooped right around my waist.
Hmm.
We really are locked together, tangled tight.
My lower belly pulses, a traitorous slickness gathering between my thighs.
No.No. I won’t think like that. Won’t notice how good this feels. How right and hot and grounding, with Reid’s weight and strength behind me, and the possessive way he holds me. Like I’m his. Like he could rock forward at any minute, roll me face down into the mattress, and slide home into my body.
There are layers of clothing in the way to prevent that. Yes. That’s a good thing, because Reid shouldn’t do anything like that unless he’s awake for it, fully in his right mind.
Still, when he grumbles something in his sleep, the words tickling my ear, and his big palm roams over my belly, slipping beneath my pajama shirt to spread over my bare skin…
I can’t help it. I breathe out a blissful sigh.
And god help me, my ass pushes back instinctively, with no input from my brain. It grinds back against my boss’s cock, urging him on, and Reid growls into my hair then tips us forward. Questing fingers slip beneath my waistband, slide between my legs, and tease along my seam.
Shit.
Well, there goes my great escape.
“Reid,” I moan, so flustered and boneless and overwhelmed. Trying to keep my head even as the man of my dreams cups my pussy and squeezes, his cock rubbing against my ass. “Reid! Wake up. Shit, please wake up.”
One moment, the man behind me is hungry and insistent. His hand delves between my legs like he belongs there, touching me boldly, spreading my wetness around. His cock rubs against me in a dark promise.
The next, my boss freezes, his entire body turning to stone. His fingers go still, pressed against my throbbing clit, and his breath starts to come in panicked bursts against my neck.
“Noelle?” His voice is pure dread.
“It’s okay,” I say quickly, heart breaking for the horror I can feel coming off him in waves. The choking self-loathing. “You haven’t done anything wrong.” I pat his wrist like a weirdo. “But… you should be awake for this.”
There’s a long, tense silence. Reid’s finger twitches against my clit, and I bite back a whimper.
I will not pressure this man.
I will not rub against him like a cat. Not like this. Not now.
But god,I want to.
Want Reid to touch me again. To squeeze my pussy again. Want him to lick my neck and pant in my ear as he yanks my pajama pants down, rolls on top of me, shoves my legs apart and—
“How did we—?”
Frustrated tears brim in my eyes, even as I give a wobbly laugh. “I don’t know, I was asleep too. Does it matter?”
If the ache gets any worse between my legs, I will scream.
