I fucked my OTHER BOSS. I open my eyes blinking too fast, my hands clumsily pushing Reed’s face away. “What the hell?” he mumbles as I smush his mouth. “We shouldn’t have done that,” I say over labored breaths. “Jesus. I can’t believe I let that happen.” He frowns, dipping back to kiss me, but I dodge him. “Reed,” I hiss, my palms pressed against his shoulders, keeping him away. “Gimme,” he presses quietly, pushing back against my hold. Jesus, the fucking gravel in his voice woven around the softness of that plea is too sexy.
