Bad Liar (The Reed Rivers Trilogy 1)

As I come down from my incredible orgasm, my heart is crashing seismically. My back is soaked in sweat. I place Georgina’s feet on the ground, and she immediately tilts her glorious face up to mine for a kiss. Of course, I oblige her, devouring her mouth while raking my hands over her cheeks, neck, and hair. I can’t get enough of this woman. This siren. She’s my new drug. An addiction I couldn’t possibly resist, even if my life depended on it.

When our mouths disengage, Georgina sighs happily. “That was fucking incredible.”

I take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “When you came, that was as close to God as I’ve ever gotten in this lifetime. Holy shit, Georgie. That was fucking insane.”

“I’ve never had an orgasm during intercourse before. It felt incredible.”

I run my thumb over her plump lower lip. “Sweetheart, this is only the beginning. This week, oh my fucking God. I’m gonna show you what your body can do—things you didn’t even realize were possible.”

She bites her lip. “We’re gonna have fun this week, aren’t we?”

“Oh, Little Miss Georgina Ricci, you have no fucking idea.”

After another deep kiss, we pull our disheveled clothes together, smooth out our frayed hair, and quickly agree to slip out of the closet separately, just in case—with Georgie leaving first.

“I’ll meet you in Greenroom B in five,” I say.

“See you there,” she says flirtatiously. But as she grabs the doorknob, she turns to me, her beaming, wide smile snatching the air out of my lungs. “Thank you for everything, Reed.”

My heart stops as paranoia flashes through me. Does she somehow know I’m the source of the cancer charity’s grant? Has she figured me out? “I haven’t done anything,” I say lamely.

“Of course, you have. You’ve agreed to throw a party and let Alessandra come. You’ve agreed to listen to Alessandra’s demo later tonight at your house. And you’ve agreed to keep an open mind about your interview—to let me at least try to get something suitable for Dig a Little Deeper out of you. I’d say you’ve already done a whole helluva lot.”

Sighing with relief, I return her smile. “I only said that last thing so I could get into your pants. Don’t get too excited.”

Her smile widens. “Careful what you agree to in a negotiation, Mr. Rivers. After a full week of getting into my pants, I predict you’re going to open up to me more than you ever thought possible.”

I chuckle. “That’s what I want you to think, sweetheart. Don’t hold your breath on that.”

“We’ll see.”

“I’m not one of the fraternity boys you’re used to wrapping around your little finger for tips. As gorgeous as you are, I’m sure I’ll be able to withstand your attempts to ‘unpeel my onion’ just fine.”

“Challenge accepted.” With that, she turns the knob, and off she goes... leaving me alone in a janitorial closet, with a body that’s alive and pulsing in a way it’s never been before, and a mind that’s racing. How the hell am I going to spend an entire week fucking that gorgeous woman without breaking down and giving her every last thing her devious little heart desires?

TO BE CONTINUED…