Strike (Completion Series) by Holly S. Roberts

Thirteen
     
    He didn’t give me a chance to say anything else. He opened the door and literally jogged around his car and opened mine. When I tried to stand, he swung me up in his arms and I had no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck. I’m not sure how he managed to unlock the door and enter the security code on his alarm system, but he did.
    He carr ied me up the stairs. I finally decided I needed to say something because the last statement I made in the car got me pressed against his warm hard chest and had left me temporarily speechless. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m getting something out of the way.”
    “Umm, I need a shower if your plans include us both naked in your bed.” I so hoped that’s what he planned.
    His grumble made me smile , but he didn’t say anything, just carried me through his bedroom into a bathroom that was bigger than my entire trailer. Muted light came from some kind of lighting system that blew my mind. It was a bathroom for god’s sake. He hit a switch on the wall and the lights began changing colors—blue, green, red. He could not be serious.
    He read my mind. “Before you say anything, I bought the house with the lights like this. It was owned by some movie star who had a thing about lighting.”
    “A stripper thing?”
    “Possibly.”
    How could I not smile? “Stripping out of my orange uniform will make me feel good, but I don’t know if the enticement will be what you need.”
    This time his groan was loud and rumbly against my chest. Dropping my legs, he pulled me close, pressing his erection into the part of me that craved him most.
    “Are you sure this is what you want?” That damn husky voice of his left me with only one answer.
    “I’m very sure.”
    “And you’re still moving in tomorrow, I mean over the garage, no strings attached, I mean… Hell, I’m screwing this up.”
    He was so incredibly cute and I had to put him out of his misery . “I’m moving in tomorrow, no strings attached. As your household secretary, and you haven’t screwed up yet, but we’ll see.”
    He pulled away, moving his hands so he cupped my face. “I’ll rock your world, baby, and give you the best mind-blowing fuck of your life.”
    This was the Reed Tyler I knew. “We’ll see. Let me take a shower , and could you bring in my bag?”
    “I’ll put it inside the door.”
    “Thank you. You need to go.” I gave a small pelvic thrust in an attempt to move him along.
    “Like that’s going to happen now.”
    “Reed.” I put a slightly frustrated whine on the end of his name.
    “I’m afraid you’ll disappear once I leave this room.” His whisper was so incredibly sexy, his insecurity so incredibly sweet.
    “I think we need to hurry.” Yep , the breathy voice was mine. I couldn’t help myself. I had an explosion of heat pooling between my thighs, my discomfort growing as big as his cock each second we waited.
    He released me. Turning, he spoke over his shoulder, “Towels on the rack are clean, and everything you need is in the shower. I’ll be back with your bag in a minute.” He stopped and turned more fully toward me. “Don’t leave, Jaycee, please. If all we do tonight is talk, I’m okay with that.”
    “If that’s the case , I promise to leave. As you said earlier, we need to get this out of the way or I might explode. Go get my bag, Reed.”
    He closed the door behind him. I swore to myself if I didn’t get sex tonight, I’d find a gun and shoot him. I quickly peeled out of my uniform and left it in a pile on the floor. I needed to be in the shower when he came back in.
    The cold water heated quickly. As soon as I had it adjusted perfectly, there was a knock on the door. “Come in.”
    The opaque glass of the shower and the low multi-colored lights gave me some privacy. But I could still see Reed standing in the open bathroom door without moving. I cracked open the shower door and peeked out. He was staring at me with an almost quizzical look.
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