That Secret Crush (Getting Lucky #3)(64)

“Shit, Eve. You never told me that. Eric never said anything.”

“Because I told him not to. I knew when the time came he would bring me on board. That time is now. This restaurant is so much more than an opportunity or a vision; it’s a moment in time that will define us.”

And this is why I can without a doubt say I love this woman.

I fucking love her.

Because she looks past my bullshit, my unruliness, my bastard-like tendencies and sees the good in me, the good in everything. She’s been dealt a shitty hand, and yet she pushes forward, finding the positive in every situation. It’s why she’s perfect for me, why I want her in my life . . . why I need her in my life. She lights up every aspect of my existence, and above everything else, I need her at my side.

“You amaze me, Eve Roberts.”

“You give me butterflies, Reid Knightly.” She leans forward, and as she gently presses her mouth against mine, all I can think of is the fact that she does the same for me. She gives me an onslaught of butterflies every time I get to hold her in my arms.



“Let’s go over the rules.”

“Are you serious right now?” I look down between us and then back up. “Babe, I’m so fucking deep inside of you and ready to come. We’re not discussing rules.”

She shifts on my lap and wraps her legs around my waist, stuffing them between the couch and my back. “Then make it quick,” she says, her voice breathy.

“Literally all my blood has rushed to my cock. I don’t even know what you’re saying right now.” She rocks her hips back and forth, and I grind my teeth together. “Fuck,” I drawl out. “Eve, either move faster, or I’m taking charge.”

“Rules, Reid.”

“Eve.”

“Reid,” she says with more force.

“God damn it, woman.” I press both hands against my face. “Fuck, fine.” My balls pulse as my legs start to tingle, letting me know that my impending orgasm is right there when I’m ready to take it. “No kissing in front of Eric.”

“That’s a terribly obvious rule.”

“Blood to the cock, babe. Blood to the cock.”

“Ugh, men.” She moves her hands to her breasts and starts tweaking her nipples. Her head falls back, and fucking hell, that’s all it takes for me. Screw the rules: I need to finish this.

I grab ahold of her hips and start to vigorously pump up and down. Her surprised gasp turns into a moan as she falls forward and holds onto my shoulders.

I move both of our hips until her pussy clenches around my length, and she screams out my name. I follow closely behind, my cock swelling right before I come inside of her. There is seriously nothing better than filling her up and watching her mindlessly thrash in passion.

When her hips slow down, she flips her head up and pushes her hair out of her face. “That wasn’t fair—we were talking.”

“You were . . . torturing,” I say, still trying to catch my breath. “If you want to talk about rules now, fine.”

“You can’t always get your way, you know. It’s not fair.”

“And when your pussy is pulsing around my dick, snuggling in so damn tight that I’m about to blow my load, I will always take what I want. And that’s you.”

“Fine.” A small smile curls her lips. “Let’s talk rules. This might not be the most mature way to handle things, but given the abrupt appearance of Eric, I think it might be the best way to handle our relationship around him. I want to be respectful to him, but I also don’t want to bombard him with what we have between us. So, no PDA in front of Eric, no secret smiles, no touching, and no inside jokes. Keep it professional, and no grabbing my boobs in front of him.”

“That would fall under the no-touching rule.”

“Just wanted to clarify.”

“What about when we want to see each other? He’s staying at your place, so that means no sleepovers.”

“We’ll just have to be creative, that’s all.” She slips off my lap and walks toward my bathroom, her pert ass swaying before disappearing inside.

“I can be very creative,” I call out. “I’ve been known to be super creative.”

She leans out of the open bathroom door. “You better only be creative with me.”

“As if I could handle anyone else. You’re it for me, babe.”

“Damn right. We just have to be honest, and once we get through all the early stages of the restaurant and things start going smoothly, we tell Eric. We will sit him down and respectfully let him know. And at that point, we’ll be able to say that if we got through the early processes of putting together a restaurant while dating, then we for sure can get through opening and beyond.”

“Prove to him that we can do both.” I nod, thinking about her plan. It very well might work, and I really don’t have any other suggestions on how to handle the situation other than walking up to him and telling him right now, which I know will blow up in not only my face but also everyone else’s. It would be putting a lot of dreams on the line, and I can’t fathom doing that right now. My dad’s face flashes in my mind, the excitement he had in his eyes when talking about the restaurant; yeah, I can’t fuck this up for him. “You know, that’s going to be a huge fear of his, the two of us being able to work together, because Janelle screwed him over, screwed us both over. I’m not sure he’s going to be okay with mixing business and pleasure.”