Chapters (61)
- Rake
- Dedication
- Book Description
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Prologue
- Zee
- Reid
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- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
This time I felt his release. His dick filling me. As we flew together, I gripped his shoulders, pulled him toward me so I could kiss him.
Our tongues tangled together in a mass of panting and teeth and lips.
A kiss that was so much more than a kiss…
It was a meeting of hearts. Of souls.
Time seemed to suspend for a moment as we kissed and came together.
As our bodies melded into one.
Pure peace.
Pure peace that I never thought I’d experience.
Finally, Reid broke the kiss, and we both gasped in a breath.
He rolled off me, breathing loudly. “I can’t even…” he said quietly.
Can’t even what? I didn’t ask. I couldn’t yet form words. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to speak again.
The buzz of Reid’s intercom knocked me out of my revelry.
He shot his eyes open. “Dinner.”
Dinner? Food? Was I even hungry? Every part of my body except my pussy seemed to have gone on hiatus.
I should be hungry. I hadn’t eaten lunch, and—
Reid hopped off the bed and answered the intercom. “Yeah?”
“Mr. Wolfe, the dinner you requested is here. Do you want me to bring it to your room?”
He turned and looked to me, his eyebrows lifted.
Was this my call? I had no idea how to respond, so I didn’t.
“Yes, please. Thanks, Lydia.”
Reid walked to his massive closet and pulled out two robes, donning one. He brought the other to me. “Put this on.”
“But she’ll…”
“Know we’ve been having sex in here?” He chuckled softly. “They already know that, baby. We weren’t exactly quiet.”
“Oh?”
He chuckled again. “Some shrieking comes to mind.”
Right. That had been me. Warmth crept into my cheeks and chest as I sat up and wrapped myself in the fluffy robe.
“You’ve had a lot of women in here,” I said matter-of-factly.
He sighed. “If I told you otherwise, you’d know I was lying.”
I nodded. No reason to feel bad about that fact. So why did I? Reid was a known womanizer. The Wolfe of Manhattan.
I was one of many.
I couldn’t blame him for what had occurred. I’d wanted it. Heck, I’d been lying here naked, waiting for him, and even so, he offered me a chance to leave.
I didn’t want to leave, so I hadn’t.
And I couldn’t regret what had happened. It was the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced. I never imagined sex could be like that. Could make me feel like that.
Though I wasn’t a virgin, I was pretty close to one. Reid made me feel like I’d never been touched before…and that I’d never be touched that way again by anyone else.
No man could possibly compare to Reid Wolfe. No man on earth or in heaven.