Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 73339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
I nodded and grabbed my phone out of my pocket. I’d missed several calls and texts because my phone was on silent. I didn’t silence it. I must have done it by mistake. Calls from the office and from Rock. Texts from Moira, Rock, and Zee.
The latest from Rock.
I’m taking Zee to your place. She’s fine. I have news. Call me.
“I have to go,” I told Mom. “I’ll be in touch tomorrow.”
A little over a half hour later I was back at the Wolfe building riding up to my apartment. The elevator doors parted, and I walked in. “Lydia,” I said loudly. “You here?”
Lydia bustled out of the library. “Good evening, Mr. Wolfe.”
“Good evening. Is Zee here?”
“Yes, she’s in your bedroom. Your brother brought her home about an hour ago.”
“Thanks.”
“Mr. Rock wants you to call him.”
“I will. Thank you.”
“Deirdre wants to know what you want for dinner.”
I shook my head. “Not hungry, but Zee might be. Order some Italian or something. Tell Deirdre she can call it a day.”
“Will do.” Lydia bustled away. She’d be off the clock soon as well.
I headed up the staircase and to my bedroom, my heart increasing in speed.
So much going on, but still the thought of seeing Zee made my heart race. I smiled despite myself. If we couldn’t get out of this, I could very well spend the rest of my life in prison for a crime I didn’t commit.
In the meantime, shouldn’t I be happy? Shouldn’t I experience joy? Shouldn’t I make love to the woman who, despite her past at my father’s hand, seemed to want me?
Shouldn’t I use the time I had to feel these emotions that were so new and amazing to me?
I clicked the door handle to my bedroom and opened it slowly.
My master suite was large, and the bed itself wasn’t visible from the door. I expected to see Zee sitting in one of my wingback chairs in the bay window alcove, or maybe she was in the bathroom. But the bathroom door was open and no whooshing of the shower sounded in the air.
God, the shower.
I’d fucked her up against that shower wall. I grew hard just thinking about it.
Easy, Reid. Zee had been through questioning with Morgan today, so the last thing she needed was the Wolfe of Manhattan sniffing around.
I drew in a deep breath, willing my cock to behave. It didn’t, but at least I’d relaxed slightly.
Very slightly.
I continued my walk into the bedroom, and when my bed was in sight—
“Oh my God,” I growled.
45
Zee
He was here. Finally. Reid’s hair was disheveled and his dark blue tie loosened around his neck. His gray suit even looked slightly wrinkled.
This wasn’t normal Reid.
I lay atop his bed, waiting, my nipples hard and ready, my core a throbbing mass of melting jelly.
Had I made a mistake?
This wasn’t in character for me at all, but after the day I’d had, I knew the only thing that would make me close to whole again was Reid. Reid, inside my body, helping me take back what had always been mine.
I’d only forgotten for a while.
He raked his fingers through his hair, his eyes widening. Something sounded softly through the air. Not his voice, exactly. A low hum. A groan? A growl?
Whatever it was, it made me yearn even more as the tickle between my legs intensified.
He stalked toward me, reaching the bed so quickly I thought he might have arrived instantaneously in a flash of light.
“What are you doing to me?” he demanded, his voice low and husky.
I swallowed, my body blushing at his nearness. Chills pricked the back of my neck and traveled to my breasts, forcing my nipples to harden further.
I opened my mouth, but nothing emerged but a soft moan.
“Listen,” Reid said, “this is your only out. Leave now, Zee.”
“I… I don’t want to leave.”
“I’m warning you. If you don’t get off that bed right this minute, I’m going to fuck you all night long.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” I replied softly.
“Maybe?” Reid removed his suit coat and threw it across the room. He started with his buttons. “Maybe? Fuck maybe, Zee. Maybe tells me nothing. I don’t care what comes out of your mouth. If you don’t get the hell off my bed this instant, that’s your consent. And I will hold you to it.”
I breathed in, letting my courage and my yearning flow through my veins like boiling honey.
“You have my consent, Reid. Do it. Do it all.”
“Fuck it.” Reid stopped unbuttoning his shirt halfway down and then pulled the two sides apart. Buttons snapped off with his strength and flew outward, one hitting the night table near me with a soft clatter. Reid kicked his shoes off and then got rid of his pants and boxer briefs. He stood by the bed, holding his cock in his right hand.