Bad Liar (The Reed Rivers Trilogy 1)

“Reed,” I breathe, feeling swept away by my arousal.

“You want me to eat your pussy, baby?”

I nod profusely.

“Say it.”

“Yes.” I lick my lips, coming down from my orgasm. “Yes, yes, yes.”

He tosses my undies behind him on the couch. “I’m going to eat your pussy better than it’s ever been done, beautiful girl. You’re going to come harder than you’ve ever come in your life.”

I gasp, simply because, um, I just did. Does he mean he’s going to make me come even harder than that? Holy shit.

With obvious enthusiasm, Reed grabs my thighs with his large hands, spreads me out before him, grabs my ass from underneath, and pulls my center into his waiting lips... where he then proceeds to eat and lick and nibble and suck and finger the living fuck out of me until I’m moaning like I’ve never moaned before.

It’s a shocking whirlwind of pleasure. An overwhelming avalanche of stimulation. Nobody’s ever performed oral on me quite like this before. With so much... expertise. Confidence. Enthusiasm. Passion. The pleasure, right out of the gate, is so extreme, so full-throttle, I’m not sure I can withstand it without losing control of myself, either physically, emotionally, or both...

I clutch at the couch cushion underneath me, feeling like I’m grasping at the last shreds of my self-control. Maybe even my sanity. And soon, the way Reed’s licking and stroking, hitting all the right magical spots, over and over again, methodically, without reprieve or apology, is too much to bear.

“Oh, God,” I choke out, coming like a wrecking ball.

Wave after wave of glorious pleasure slams into me. It’s making my eyes roll back into my head and my entire body seize. Just like Reed promised, it’s the best orgasm of my life. Holy crap.

Finally, when the pleasure subsides, I wipe at my face and realize, to my surprise, I’m more than dripping with sweat. I’m crying. Tears of euphoria. It’s a first for me—bursting into tears at the moment of release. But, then, I’ve never in my life had an orgasm this powerful. This all-encompassing. This heavenly.

When Reed raises his head from my thighs, he looks drugged. Feral. His lips and chin are slathered in me. His dark eyes are burning with desire. At the sight of my sweaty, tear-stained face, a wicked smile spreads across his stunning face. “Good?”

“The best, ever.” I wipe at my face. “Don’t freak out I’m crying. I just lost control—”

“Georgie, it’s totally natural. Believe me, it’s the best feeling in the world for me to take you that high.”

His understanding makes me relax and smile. “Oh, God, Reed, that was so fucking good. I’ve never felt anything that good in my life.”

Reed runs his warm palms over my bare thighs, hiking my dress up even higher onto my belly. “There’s a lot more where that came from, beautiful,” he says. “When I fuck you, I’m gonna make you—”

Without warning, the door to the small room swings open, and a production assistant pokes her head in, making me jump like a cat on a hot tin roof and scramble feverishly to cover my bare breasts and thighs and crotch and—

“Oh my God!” the P.A. blurts, saying the words along with me. She turns her face away. “Caleb sent me to look for someone.”

“I think you found her,” Reed says calmly. “Wait in the hallway for a minute. I want to talk to you.”

“No, I’ll go and—”

“Wait in the hallway for my signal,” Reed commands sharply. “I want to talk to you.”

“Reed, no!” I whisper-shout. “Let her go. Please. Oh my fucking God.”

For some reason, Reed’s not freaking out like I am. In fact, he’s as cool as a cucumber. He calmly hands me my underpants, and when I snatch them from him, shooting him daggers, he says, “She’s already seen me camped between your naked legs with your pussy and tits hanging out. Pretending she didn’t see won’t make her un-see it.”

“Fuck.”

I get my undies on and pull myself together, trembling with embarrassment. Holy fuck! This is worst-case scenario for me. Getting caught with the big boss between my naked thighs with my wahoo and tits hanging out on the first day of my employment. I can’t believe I let this happen. It’s nothing short of a disaster for me.

At Reed’s signal, the young woman sheepishly re-enters the room, her head pointedly turned away. “Sorry to bother you, Mr. Rivers.”

“And Miss Ricci,” Reed supplies, making me throw my palms over my face. “You can look at me. We’re just sitting here, having a conversation.”

She slowly turns her head to look at Reed. “Uh. Caleb sent me to find Miss Ricci, and get her phone number for... him. He said Miss Ricci is, uh, coming to tonight’s after-party in his suite... as his... personal guest, and that I should, um, arrange a hotel room for Miss Ricci... at the Ritz... on the same floor as... Caleb’s room?”