Reece I try to compose myself as I head back to my office. I don’t know what my grandfather’s deal is. In my early twenties, he was pressuring me to marry and have kids continuing the family line. I even found someone I thought I could spend my life with, my grandfather actually liked her, then all hell broke loose four years ago and I haven’t been able to be with anyone and my grandfather hasn’t pressed the issue. “What the hell was that all about?” I ask barely making it through the door. He’s sitting behind my desk, again. This has also been a new habit of his, like he is trying to remind me who is the head of the family. “You failed to inform me of your new fling and I wanted to see what she is made of, that is all.” He’s rifling through papers on my desk, like he knows what he is looking at. “Since when do I need to inform you of my personal life? You have never really cared about anything I do since Dominique.” I say pulling the papers out of his hands and

Lindsey “This might be a bad idea, being stuck in the elevator together.” Reece murmurs in my ear, his hot breath fanning across my neck causing more goosebumps to rush across my skin. I didn’t suppress the shudder that rocked through me this time. I slid my hands from his very well defined abs, around to his sides. I grip his shirt like my life depends on it. “It’s not fair,” I let out a breathy whine. “You know how to throw me off and make my brain mush and my legs all wobbly.” I chuckle low, letting out a slow breath and cross my legs as my core begins to throb with his closeness. “Are you serious? You have had me off kilter and distracted since the day I met you.” He slides his hands down to my butt and squeezes as he says, “I told you, you are a goddess and you

LindseyI get about two flights down without looking too ridiculous, but my discomfort must have shown. Reece came up behind me and scooped me up in a bridal carry like I weighed nothing at all. “We still have eight more floors, you do not have to carry me.” I say as I wrap my arms tightly around his neck trying to support some of my own body weight. “I do have to carry you. You are clearly in pain and you have a gala and wedding in the next two days. You are going to need these beautiful feet to dance with me and to walk down that very long aisle.” He laughs and nuzzles into my neck. I can feel my stomach start to flutter again. “Besides, I am probably in debt to you after that meeting. You were able to convince four of the six guys to change points in their business that I have been trying to do for years. I might actually make a bigger profit next week than I have in the last year. I bet that even Mr. Eyler and my grandfather will make the changes you suggested, ev

Reece I feel small warm hands on my cheeks. “Where are you right now?” She asks in a small voice.  Her concern for me broke her out of whatever trance she was in. I turn my eyes on her and without speaking grab her waist and pull her onto my lap so she is straddling me. I wrap my arms around her and bury my face in her neck.  She places her arms gently around my neck and begins to stroke my hair. “Please don’t leave.” I say, tears forming behind my eyes. I sit up straighter and pull her as close as she can be to me, tightening my grip around her waist. I am looking her right in the eyes, trying to convey how serious I am about this. “I don’t know what I would do if you left.” A tear fell as I said it and she cupped my face again and kissed the spot on my cheek where the tear fell. “Why would I go anywhe

***Mature Content*** Reece  The higher my hands move the more violent her goosebumps are and I can’t help but smile.  I leave one hand firmly planted on her ass and move the other to the front of her thigh gently gliding it down to her knee, then I drag my thumb up her inner thigh, like in the car earlier.  I hear a sharp intake of breath as I reach the brown curls at her apex.  I let my thumb barely disturb them before letting my hand travel back over her thigh and up to her hip.  I look up at her to make sure she is still alright.  Her breathing is heavier and her n**ples are trying to poke through the fabric now.  I can feel my d**k strain against my pants at the sight. I lean forward to place a kiss on her thigh and she whimpers and her knees give a little. She grabs for the back of my head to support herself.