again with desperate need and Daisy gasped beneath his mouth as it ravenously devoured her flesh. He leaned up and kissed her mouth again, hard and anxiously, needing… wishing…
“Turn around,” he whispered hoarsely, grabbing her waist and turning her in his arms. He bent her over and touched her core, softly at first, and then as his need grew irrepressible, he slid his fingers in and out of her, drawing the heat and moisture in her out until his hand was soaked. He grasped her waist and thrust himself inside of her, imagining that the woman he was burying himself so deeply in was Jillian.
He had no idea why he wanted to imagine it so desperately, why she turned him on this way as no other woman ever had, why he needed to pretend that it was her, but the fantasy was like oxygen to him just then, and he felt as though he needed nothing more than that with her.
He held tightly to Daisy’s hips and pushed himself into her over and over, crying out loudly with pleasure as he planted himself so deeply into her body, eyes closed, pretending. His orgasm was going to be strong, perhaps even stronger and harder than the first one. He could feel it culminating, the pleasure, her exotic beauty, he was intoxicated with the fantasy of being inside her, and then he heard something that turned him ice cold all the way to his soul.
“Reed!” she cried out.
He opened his eyes and saw Jillian standing before him in the doorway of the pool house, and everything in the universe came to a grinding halt. Her mouth was open in shock and horror as she took in the scene before her. Reed was standing nude behind a blonde woman, who was bent over as Reed had intercourse with her from behind her.
Jillian had started at the front door of the house and Reed’s brother Anderson had opened the door to her, smiling and chuckling when he saw her. He introduced himself and told her that Reed was in the pool house waiting for her and she should head into the back garden and go see him.
She hadn’t understood why that was humorous to him, but he had led her right to the pool and pointed to the door of the pool house, telling her to walk right in.
She hadn’t expected to find what she was looking at now. She had thought she couldn’t possibly be more disgusted by Reed, but she had been wrong. She turned her head away and closed her eyes, feeling as though she might vomit right there if she had to look on the scene even a moment longer.
“Reed!” she repeated, her stomach in her throat, “How could you!” she cried out, sickened.
He felt just as sickened as she was. He was horrified that she had caught him as she had. He mentally berated himself for his weaknesses and condemned his desires. If he lost his inheritance, his home, his family, his whole life because he was screwing Daisy while imagining it was the woman he was supposed to marry, he would never forgive himself.
Everyone seemed frozen for a moment, but then Jillian turned and walked out of the door, slamming it behind her and Reed pulled himself from Daisy who was silent with shock and curiosity as to who the woman was who had just left them. Reed reached to the floor and grabbed Daisy’s robe, pulled it on over his body and ran as fast as he could out the door after Jillian.
Anderson waved to him from the back door of the house and then smiled and walked back inside. Reed growled under his breath and saw Jillian a short way ahead of him; she was running through the garden. He chased after her, calling her name loudly, and finally, she stopped and a minute later, he caught up with her.
She kept her back to him, but he walked up close behind her. “Jillian, I am so sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am. That was a mistake, and that woman means nothing to me, truly. Listen, you can’t be upset about that, I know you were seeing that guy Wilson and you wanted to be with him. Don’t act like your heart is hurt or
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