Sex Addict (28 page)

Reagan, on the other hand, had a different idea. Pushing up on her hands, she moved her hips back against him, and it had him opening his eyes and grabbing her waist. As she looked over her shoulder, one of her hands went down between her thighs. Her fingers brushed against the underside of his balls, and his hips bucked. Drawing himself out of her and away from her dangerous fucking fingers, he pushed her back down again, and this time, she winked at him before laying her head on her arms. He thrust back inside her and wrapped his arm around her hip to play with her clit while the other hand kept a tight grip on her waist. She met every punch of his hips with one of her own, and he could hear the soft, muffled sound of her cries from behind his tie.

The pace intensified as he pinched the swollen flesh he was rubbing with his finger, and as he tunneled into her, he knew that nothing would ever compare to the way he felt when he was with Reagan. She was a fiery-hot temptress, and her appetite more than matched his own.
 

He gripped her hips with both hands now, using her in a way that was both brutal and beautiful, and as his climax threatened at the base of his spine, he felt her inner muscles clench around his cock like a vise. He gritted his teeth to hold back the curse he wanted to shout.

Her hands moved to the table at the sides of her head, her fingers whitening as she pushed them into the unforgiving surface. Her body was moving back and forth across the tabletop with each forceful thrust, her slick juices causing a sweet slide in and out of her. Then she tore the tie out of her mouth.

She glanced back at him over her shoulder, reached down between her thighs, and said, “Don’t even think about stopping me this time.”

He dug his fingers into her creamy flesh and picked up the pace. If she wanted to finger-fuck herself, he had no problem with that. In fact, the moment her fingers touched his cock as he slid inside her, he clenched his eyes closed and growled. “Hurry the fuck up, Reagan.”

He heard her moan and then shove back on him hard as a soft cry escaped her lips and her entire body clenched around his, tensing from the pleasure that was overtaking her body.

The feeling of her tight core squeezing his dick had his own climax exploding as he bit his lip so hard he drew blood.
 

He’d questioned what Reagan had said earlier, not liking the meaning behind her words, but when he stared down at the woman that he’d so thoroughly possessed, he realized how right she was. Reagan Spencer was definitely his favorite filthy fuck—she just also happened to be a hell of a lot more.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

AS REAGAN STEPPED out of her g-string and stuffed it in her briefcase, Evan gaped at her.
 

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.

“You can’t expect me to walk around in those all day.” Loosening his tie from around her neck, she lifted it over her head and threw it at him.
 

Evan held it up and shook his head. “Then you can’t expect me to wear this all day.”

“Put it on. You came in wearing a tie, so it’d be too obvious if you left the room without one.”

“I think it’d be more noticeable to wear it. Jesus, did you leave teeth marks?”

“If anyone asks, just tell them I tried to strangle you.” She gave him a pat on the chest and headed for the door, but Evan grabbed her wrist.
 

“This doesn’t change anything,” he said.

“Course not. You’re still a cheating asshole.”

“And you’re still a fucking liar.”

Reagan narrowed her eyes and jerked away from his grip. “Glad we got that straight.”

When she pulled the door shut behind her, reality slapped her in the face.
Oh fucking hell, not again.
At least the hallway was empty, and no one was around to witness her walk of shame out of the conference room.
Better not to chance it, though
, she thought as she dashed to her office, praying the whole way that no one would see her. If she ran into anyone now, there’d be no denying what just happened between her and Evan. Her clothes were back to immaculate smoothness, but it would be her face that gave it away.

God, what was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking. But it doesn’t mean anything. I hate him. Besides, a good hate fuck never hurt anyone.
 

As she entered her office and shut the door, her cell phone pinged.
 

Lunch?
Crystal’s message said.

Yes. Girl talk. That was what she needed. And fresh air. Fresh air was good.

Diablos at noon?
she typed back.
 

See you then.

* * *

EVAN STOOD WHERE Reagan had left him minutes ago—staring at the shut conference room door. In his right hand he held the crumpled tie she had thrown at him as she’d exited the room.
 

Goddamn it.
Why am I such an idiot?
 

He zipped his pants and tossed his tie down next to his jacket on the table. Picking up the coat, he shrugged into it, and then pulled the white collar of his shirt up.
And why the fuck did I do it here?
Now he wouldn’t be able to attend a meeting without thinking of Reagan bent over the desk and his cock plowing inside her.
Yeah, smart move, fucker.
 

He knotted his tie and slid it into place at the base of his throat, and as he smoothed the ends of it down his chest, he remembered her dainty hand patting him there condescendingly before she’d walked out the door.

Jesus, man. She doesn’t even like you. And you don’t like her. Get a fucking grip.

He turned the collar down on his shirt, reached for his briefcase, and slammed it shut with a little more force than needed. This was not how today was supposed to have gone. He’d told himself when he arrived this morning that he would be a professional and respect the fact that Troy had stopped by his house, by staying the fuck away from his sister.
 

Somehow, though, getting inside Reagan after she’d started mouthing off at him had trumped his moral high ground, and staying away from her had been the furthest thing from his mind.

He glanced at the clock on the opposite wall and saw that he was due in Bill’s office in thirty minutes for a lunch meeting he’d scheduled last week. There was no way out of it, but sitting in an office under the watchful eyes of Bill, who was practically a fucking father figure to Reagan, was not his idea of a fun afternoon.
 

Maybe I can convince him to go out for lunch.

He picked up his briefcase, took a fortifying breath, and told himself to forget this morning had happened. But when he turned to leave, he stepped on something hard and looked down to the carpeted floor to see Reagan’s string of pearls under his foot.

He crouched down to pick them up, and as he ran them through his fingers, he noticed the tiny gold clasp had broken. Rolling the polished pearls over his palm, he straightened and then slipped the necklace into his pocket. He’d give it back to Reagan as soon as he could look at her again without attacking her.

* * *

REAGAN ARRIVED AT the restaurant just as Crystal stepped up to the hostess station. When her friend turned to look at her, her eyes widened.
 

“You had sex.”

Reagan stopped in her tracks as the crowd of customers waiting to be seated went silent. “Uh,” she said, trying to keep the flush she felt spreading through her body off her face. She tried for a smile and felt herself failing. Horribly. “No.”

Crystal crossed her arms over her chest. “You did. Today. I can tell.”

“Crystal—” Reagan lowered her voice to a hushed whisper so her friend would do the same, but that wasn’t working for the loudmouth she was now regretting meeting for lunch.
 

“Please tell me it was not hot fuck-you sex in the workplace with a certain dangerous ex.”

“Oh my God. Can we please get a table before you bring up my sex life? And he’s not my ex.” Reagan looked at the gawking faces around them and said, “Carry on, nothing to see here.”
 

The hostess seemed to snap out of her eavesdropping, because she grabbed two menus and quickly showed them to their table.
 

“You are a bad, bad girl, Reagan Spencer,” Crystal commented after they’d given their drink orders. “First day back and fucking in his office.”

Reagan sighed and put her head in her hands. “The conference room, actually.”

“What? Holy fucking shit.”
 

When she glanced up, Crystal’s jaw was still on the table.
 

“I know. I’m a horrible person, and I make stupid decisions.”

“This is true,” Crystal joked. “But…we don’t like this guy. He cheated.”

“Well, I didn’t see that happen, but yeah, I’d guess he did. He says otherwise.”

“Of course he did. They all do. I mean, they have cocks for brains, what do we expect?”

And wasn’t that an understatement in Evan’s case. “Yeah,” Reagan said. “I just…I don’t know.”

Crystal raised an eyebrow as she sipped her drink. “You’re having doubts. He’s planting seeds of doubt, and I do mean that quite literally.” When she winked, Reagan groaned.
 

“No fucking seed planting happening, so wrap that shit up. And I mean
that
quite literally.”

A burst of laughter came out of her friend then, and the tension in Reagan’s shoulders eased. The best thing about Crystal was that she always lightened the mood, always made a joke or embarrassed the hell out of her to make her problems seem not quite as life or death as her brain was telling her they were.

“Now I’m hungry,” Crystal said, scanning the menu before eyeing Reagan over the top of it. “Some of us didn’t have our protein this morning.”

* * *

EVAN STOPPED OUTSIDE Bill’s office and did one final check of himself. Jacket was buttoned, tie was straight, and his zipper…
Yeah, fuck, make sure it’s zipped.
Once he was satisfied, he knocked on the door and waited for Bill’s voice.

“Come in, come in,” he heard.
 

Stepping into his boss’s office, he spotted Bill standing over by the globe that housed his secret,
or not-so-secret now
, stash of liquor. Evan shut the door behind him and slid his hands into his pockets as he walked inside, stopping by one of the chairs.

“Ah, there you are,” Bill said, turning from the stand with two glasses in his hands. “Can I interest you in a quick noon pick-me-up?”

One of Evan’s eyebrows rose, and he wondered if he looked like he needed a drink.
Hell
, he sure as fuck felt like it. “No, I think I’m going to pass. You okay?”

Bill placed one of the glasses back on the stand and added a splash of whiskey to the ice in his. Evan watched as Bill made his way over to him, compensating for the limp by relying more heavily on his other leg.
 

“Yes. Everything’s just fine and dandy with me. What about you?” Bill kept his eyes on Evan as he took a sip of his drink.

“I’m fine,” Evan said. But he wasn’t sure how the hell he actually got the words out.

Bill’s eyes narrowed slightly, and then he looked Evan over.
 

God, fuck this shit,
he thought, and prayed that he hadn’t missed anything when putting himself back together.
Never again
, he vowed.
If I get the fuck out of here with no damage, never fucking again.

 
Evan stood there under silent observation, and was close to cursing out loud when Bill finally brought his eyes back to his.

“You sure? I know this last week was…difficult. And then you had to go in hard with Reagan today to try and win this client…”

Bill continued to talk, but all Evan heard was
go in hard with Reagan.
Oh, he’d gone in hard, all right.

“Evan?”

“Huh?” he said, shaking himself out of the mental picture in his head.

“I just asked if you want to get out of the office for a bit. Maybe we could have this meeting down at Diablos.”

Evan almost sighed in relief. It was as if Bill was reading his mind. Well, the part where he’d wanted to leave the office, at least. He was damn lucky he couldn’t read the fucking rest.

“Yeah, that sounds really good, actually. I was going to suggest stepping out myself.”

Bill finished the drink with a quick swig and then placed the glass down on the corner of his desk.

“Fantastic. I’ll let Amy know. Sometimes you just have a hankering for some queso dip.”

* * *

FOR SOMEONE WHO’D claimed to be hungry, Crystal hadn’t eaten much. But that was probably because Reagan had ended up spilling her guts about how she’d known Evan way back when, and how nothing about their reunion had been coincidental.
 

“If your jaw is insisting on staying on the damn table while we’re here, at least let me put a napkin down first,” Reagan said.

Crystal shook her head, as if trying to clear it. “Hold on, let me make sure I have this straight. So you knew Evan when you were a kid, but then his parents Ponzi-schemed
your
parents as well as hundreds of others, and when their asses ended up in jail, Evan disappeared? Did I get that right?”

“That would be about the gist of it.”
 

“Fuck. Wait—you said Troy came down to see you both? What the hell happened? How is Evan not in the hospital?”

“Troy’s always been a lover, not a fighter. He was best friends with Evan, so I think he was curious to see him again.”

“I’m officially speechless.”

“
That
would be a first,” Reagan said with a laugh.
 

“Okay, so…what the hell happens now?”

“And
that
is the million-dollar question. I have no fucking clue.”

Crystal chewed on the end of her straw, looking deep in thought. “Maybe you could play with him a little.”

“I think we did enough of that today.”

“No, I don’t mean in bed. Or in conference rooms,” Crystal said. “Taunt him. Show him the kickass, confident female he can’t seem to stay away from.”