towards the door. Fallon’s following behind me, her short legs taking longer to catch up to me.
“So who the hell is this girl? Some whore? Is that why you’re throwing a tantrum about bringing her to the gala? Because she’s not…” I spin on my heel and rush him, adrenaline running through my veins while anger simmers just below the surface.
“Enough,” I growl, grabbing him by the front of his shirt. I shove him back against the glass wall, and don’t miss the sound of his head smacking off the glass. He’s got a dangerous look in his eyes and I know he wants to fight me. That’s fine with me, because I’m dying to let out some frustration.
“Does it bother you that I know… that I know that it’s her….” He’s having trouble speaking thanks to the way I’m twisting the collar of his shirt. His words push me over the edge. I clench and unclench my fist trying to decide what to do. “If you’re not man enough, I can give her a baby.” Those words set me off and before I can stop myself I’m pulling my fist back. My knuckles ache upon impact and I release him with a hard shove, hating myself for punching him and because I feel the need to hide what Fallon and I are doing. She doesn’t deserve to be anyone’s dirty little secret, especially mine.
“Let’s go,” I growl at Fallon, taking her by the arm and practically dragging her down the hall into my office. She doesn’t say a damn thing as I manhandle her, and I’m glad because the fear of yelling at her terrifies me. I suck air into my lungs, but it doesn’t ease the raging inferno inside me.
I’m livid. With myself, with Fallon, with the entire fucking situation, and beating the fuck out of my brother won’t change anything. That I do know.
As soon as I slam the door to my office and close the blinds I realize the easiest way to let go of the tension that’s coiled deep inside me is to take it out on Fallon. Turning the lock on the door, I spin around to watch her stand in the middle of my office like a doe caught in headlights.
She’s beautiful, even more so when she comes.
“Sit on the edge of the desk.” I order, my cock hardening at the thought of fucking her right here so her come covers my cock for the rest of the day.
Fallon stiffens at my words, but does as she’s told, and I thank fuck for that, because another argument with someone I care about is the last thing I need. I stare at her for a long moment admiring her sexy body. Her ass rests at the edge of the desk, her dress riding up to show off her creamy white thighs. She looks like a siren and I want her more every time I see her. I want her so badly I can almost taste her on my tongue.
“What’s going on, Reed? Are you okay?” Her concern for me is adorable, but it’s not me she needs to worry about. It’s herself.
“Spread your legs as far they’ll go.” I lick my lips, watching as her eyes seek out mine. She hesitates but does as she’s told, her cheeks warming when she realizes what it is I want from her.
“We can’t do that here. What if someone hears, or worse, walks in?” She has no idea how much I want this entire fucking floor to know she belongs to me, so her screaming my name while she climaxes won’t bother me a bit.
“Shhh, Fal. Do you trust me?” I ask, my mouth watering as I sink to my knees in front of her. Her nails dig into the solid wood of the desk, and I know, despite her protests, she’s as excited about what’s about to happen as I am. My cock begs to be freed from my dress pants, but I know soon enough I’ll be claiming her with it. I’ve just got to give her time.
“Yes…” She sighs, as I push her dress up to her hips, exposing her bare skin to my cold office. When I see the very thin strip of lace resting against her pussy, I almost groan out loud.
Fuck me. She’s going to be the death of me, I swear it.
Chapter Thirteen
Fallon
I shiver involuntarily as Reed’s blue eyes darken, raking over every inch of my exposed body. I can