“Reese, please.” I need him in me and wiggle against him, feeling his hitched breath against my back. His hand that is holding my breast runs down my taunt stomach and rests between my legs.

“You’re all I think about,” he whispers so softly that I barely hear it over my panting. But I definitely hear it. His thumb begins moving against my clit as he rubs against my entrance with his erection. “Dylan.”

“You’re all I think about too.” I drop my head down, somehow feeling even more exposed than just being naked in front of him. His hand grips the back of my neck and rolls me forward; giving him the angle he needs to push into me. We cry out together at that first drive and he starts moving, harder and harder, faster against me with such force that I think I might snap in half. Both hands move to my hips and pull me against him, allowing himself deeper entry and hitting every nerve in my body.

“Reese. OH GOD.” I shake against him, pushing against his every thrust. One arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back to him. He’s still wearing his shirt and it slides against my skin, rising up with each movement so more and more of his bare chest is felt against my back. His tight muscles flex against me, the arm holding my waist contracting against my stomach. I reach above me and wrap my one hand around his neck, the other gripping tightly onto the arm around my waist. He’s so powerful, every part of him and not just the way he moves during sex. He’s in complete control of every part of me and everything we do together. Fuck feminism. I need Reese more than I need my next breath. His words ring out around me, telling me how good I feel, how nothing has ever felt like this, how he can’t get enough of me. Everything he says gets me closer.

“Come for me, love.”

“OhGod, YES.” My core ignites and strikes every nerve inside of me as we release together, his name on my lips as I fall forward and sprawl out naked onto his table. He stays in me, his head resting on the middle of my back as his breath warms my already heated skin. We remain just like this for minutes, neither one of us pulling or pushing away from the other. The only sounds filling the condo is our breathing. I finally begin to wiggle against him and he kisses me quickly on my back before pulling out, allowing me to stand and stretch my muscles.

“I was getting the worst cramp. Would have been totally worth it though just for the record,” I say as he picks my dress up off the floor and smiles down at me. Studying it quickly in the most adorable Reese way, he holds it over my head and allows me to slip back into it, kissing me quickly on my lips as my head pops through the top.

“Stay here,” he orders before turning and walking down the hallway and through a doorway. He walks back out and steps into another room but now with something in his hand. The sound of running water peaks my curiosity and I’m about to follow him when he reemerges, carrying a wash cloth in one hand and something else folded up in the other. Dropping to his knees in front of me, I yelp at the chilled cotton as he wipes between my legs, cleaning off what he gave me. “Here, step in.” I glance down as he holds open a pair of his boxers.

“Well, this could have been avoided if someone didn’t have a panty fetish.” He shimmies the cotton blend up my thighs and winks at me. Gripping the waist band, I roll them until they become very short and look like tiny boy briefs. Mmm please let me keep these.

“Yes but if I wouldn’t have taken them, I wouldn’t be standing here looking at your hot little ass in my boxers.” He reaches around and smacks me. “Hungry?” he asks just as my stomach growls.

I embarrassingly push against it and he smirks. “Yeah well, I didn’t put much thought into dinner since I rushed over here so technically it’s your fault I didn’t eat.” I walk over to the couch and plop down sideways so that my bare feet are resting on the cold leather

“Oh is that right?” he says as I hear movement in the kitchen. I decide not to look and let him surprise me as I grab the TV remote and begin flipping through the channels. I stop on a cooking show and watch with interest as the host begins flattening out pastry dough. “Do you like spaghetti?”

“Yes, I love it. Are you actually going to cook me dinner?” I rest the side of my head on the leather and play with the hem of my dress.

“I’m going to heat it up. Oh by the way, the guys at the meeting today loved your treats.” The microwave dings and I smile. “Those apple things were insane. I ate like four of them.”

I radiate from where I sit and then the thought of the meeting brings back the smirk that I’d received before I left. “Hey, there was this guy in your meeting today that came into my shop last week.” I close my eyes and try to picture his business card. “Umm, weird first name. Cocky. Thinks he’s way hotter than he is.”

Reese rounds the couch with two bowls and hands me one before he sits down next to my feet. “Bryce?”

I nod as I take in a mouthful of spaghetti, moaning softly around my fork.

“What about him? Thinks he’s hotter than he is, that’s funny.”

I roll my eyes and chew up my bite. “This is really good. Did you make this?” He smiles and nods as he takes a massive forkful. “Anyway, he doesn’t work with you does he? I mean, if I were to come and see you at work, would he be there?”

He chews up his bite and shakes his head. “No. He’s an investor and I have to deal with his stupid ass occasionally but he doesn’t work in my building. Why, did he do something? If he fucking touched you Dylan…”

Slurping in my noodles I hold up my hand to stop him. “No, he didn’t touch me. Jesus, hulk, relax.” I earn myself a stern look and quickly swallow my bite. “He just came into the shop last week and asked me for my number, which I didn’t give him, and I didn’t like how he looked at me today.”

His eyes narrow and his fork stills in his bowl. “Did he look at you the way I look at you?”

I swallow my bite. “No. You don’t make me feel like I’m being mentally taken advantage of. But he doesn’t work with you so don’t worry about it.”

His eyes quickly flick to mine. “If he comes into your shop again, I want to know about it.”

My eyes widen. Oh for fuck’s sake. “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?” I place my bowl into my lap. Was he seriously going to injure every man that looked at me twice? Is he always this possessive with his flings?

“No.” He puts his bowl back down. Turning his body towards me, he pulls my feet into his lap and his green stare burns into mine. “I have a huge fucking problem with guys putting their hands on you or making you feel uncomfortable. Don’t ask me not to react to that.”

I lean forward and grab his bowl, seeing one side of his mouth curve up as I get a fork full and hold it out to him.

“You’re not going to fight me on this?” he asks suspiciously before taking the bite off the fork.

“No I get it. I would slap a bitch if she put her hands on you or made you uncomfortable.” His mouthful muffles his laugh as he grabs his bowl from me. “But just so you know, I can handle assholes like Bryce. I just didn’t want to have to run into him when I come see you at work. If I come see you at work.” I grab my bowl and pull another bite into my mouth, wiggling my feet in his lap.