Free Reed (Allen Securities) by Madison Stevens Page A

stared at her for a moment, surprised by the reaction she always seemed to cause. Even angry she was amazing. Her light brown hair curled softly along her shoulders, bouncing slightly as she tapped her foot impatiently. Reed followed the curve of her neck to her slightly pink cheek and blazing blue eyes. If she could have shot lasers out of them, he would already be gone.
    Olivia raised her eyebrow and stared pointedly at the folders in his hand.
    Reed looked down.
    “Shit,” he groaned.
    “That’s what I thought,” she said and stomped down the hall.
    Reed pulled himself back into the room.
    “Dismissed,” he said and raced out after her.
    No, this was not a good thing. He flipped through the contents of the top folder. Nothing terribly bad. It was mostly about her mother and her associates. Maybe it was slightly invasive to have her transcripts, but it mostly out of habit.
    Reed closed the folder and pulled out the next one. He frowned. This wasn’t one he’d looked at yet and didn’t remember requesting more information.
    After flipping it open, he scanned the document. The groan that followed only mildly covered his feelings. He closed the file, turned to his office and closed the door. In the dim light of the room, he could see she was gathering her things. She stopped and looked at him when the door clicked into place.
    “I had nothing to do with digging into your juvenile record,” he said as he leaned against the door.
    “Oh?” She dropped the bag onto the floor and stomped over to him. “And you didn’t dig into my criminal record or get my transcripts?”
    She had moved so close that he could feel her breath on his chest. His arousal stirred as he continued to stare at her flushed face.
    “I did,” he said quietly. “We had to take precautions. Things haven’t exactly been going to plan.”
    “And things have been going just peachy for me?”
    She leaned in fractionally closer, her body radiating heat. He watched as her lips parted, aware of their close proximity.
    “I can’t do this,” she whispered.
    “Do what?” he rumbled.
    Reed watching as her sweet little tongue darted out to lick her lips. He leaned down and visualized being able to trace that path with his own tongue.
    A small gasp escaped her as Reed lightly traced her arm. She stepped away, and the contact was broken.
    “I need to go,” Olivia said with shaky breath.
    “Go?” Reed pushed away from the door and followed her. “Go where?”
    “I…” She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll get ahold of my mother.”
    “Your mother!” Reed shouted at her. She would rather work with her lowlife mother than work with him? “Are you out of your mind? That woman isn’t going to help you out.”
    “Well I can’t stay with someone who’s keeping tabs on me.”
    “This,” Reed shook the files, “was before I knew you.”
    He thrust the files into her bag. “I didn’t read the juvie file, and I don’t plan to.”
    “And what about my past?” Olivia twisted nervously at the hem of her shirt, her erratic breathing drawing him nearer.
    “That’s the past.” He stared into her burning eyes, his own flaring at the heady feeling of being next to her.
    “I still think I should just go stay with Irene.” Heat bloomed on her face.
    “I think you should stop over-thinking it,” he said and swooped down in a searing kiss.
     
    Olivia leaned into him and savored the feel of his strong body once again. The raw power he exuded made her shiver with need. Her last glimmer of doubt vanished when she felt the rough pads of his fingers skim her neck and slip into her hair.
    She moaned into his mouth and gasped when his tongue snaked into her mouth. They dueled frantically with each other, enjoying the erotic slippery feel.
    Without thinking, her hands worked their way from around his shoulders and moved down his solid chest. When she reached the raised peaks of his nipples, she rocked her hips forward and enjoyed the tingling