Page 128 of Discretion at Its Finest

“One call,”he muttered. My eyes fluttered open to meet his. “You get one phone call,” he reiterated.

My arms were already around his neck, pulling him in as relief flooded my chest.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

He rubbed my back, his mouth placing a lingering kiss on my neck, and then his lips found mine, possessive and claiming my lips, my mouth all for himself.

One call wasn’t forgiveness for denying me. It was surrender. Reid would only surrender like this when he was afraid of losing me.

He sat on the edge of the bed, turning me in his hold as I straddled him, his mouth still devouring me.

But he could never lose me. Never again.

He bunched my dress up over my ass, as I pulled away. I cupped his face in my hands, brushing my thumbs over the tension in his jaw as his other hand slid between my thighs. He teased at my entrance with soft, deliberate torture, his eyes locked on mine, asking without speaking.

My breath shuddered. A deep sigh of relief left me as I sunk down on his length.

A deep, guttural moan escaped his throat, filled with need andpossession… as his hands tightened on my hips. And I kissed him again… slow at first, then soft and apologetic.

Then deeper, hungrier, pulling him into my mouth, taking his bottom lip between my teeth. His thumb pressed into the soft dip of my hip, dragging me forward an inch on his length.

Then another. My breath broke in a whimper. “That’s it,” he murmured, guiding me down again, deeper this time. “Take every inch of me.”

My hands slid up his neck, fingers curling in his hair as my forehead fell to his.

He didn’t let me set the pace or let me run. He held me exactly where he wanted me, trembling for him. My lips parted, but nothing came out. I was too full, too stretched around him to form thoughts.

He brought one hand to my jaw, guiding my gaze to his, holding me steady. “Use your words,” he murmured, eyes locked to mine. “What do you want, Vieve?”

My breath caught. “I want…” My voice cracked, soft and honest. “I want you to take care of me.”

His thumb stroked my lower lip, slow enough to make the rest of my body ache. “And how do you want me to do that?”

I swallowed, hips rocking unconsciously, pulling another inch of him deeper.

“Tell me,” he whispered, the command gentle but binding. “Tell me how you want your husband.”

My hands tightened at his shoulders, desperation fraying the edges of my control.

“Take me,” I whispered. “Please… take all of me.”

His eyes darkened, satisfied, like that plea was exactly what he’d been waiting for. One phone call, his surrender… formine.

“Good girl.”

The praise sent fire through me. He slid his hand from my jaw to my throat, wrapping around it gently. The pressure was light but just enough to drive me fucking crazy.

My breath came in shallow little gasps, my body melting into the hold, my hips moving without thought, chasing the friction he refused to give unless I earned it. One hand on my pulse, the other on my waist, fingers digging into my skin as I rode him. After a few moments, his grip tightened around my throat, his moans growing heavier before everything snapped.

I clutched at his shoulders, nails dragging across muscle as he fucked up into me with brutal precision, setting a rhythm I couldn’t keep up with, deep, unrelenting, claiming.

“Reid!” My voice cracked into a plea.

“Ride me,” he growled into my mouth, his hand dragging me back down onto him again, harder. “Now.”

My hips obeyed instantly, snapping down into the pace he set, my body moving before my mind could catch up. Each thrust hit deeper. My vision blurred. My body shook, but I took everything.

“That’s it,” he hissed, swallowing every sound. “Cum for me. Right here. While you’re on my cock.”