Free Bad Boy Secrets by Seraphina Donavan, Wicked Muse Page A

closely. 
                  “Holy shit!”
                  The exclamation came from Jackson and was accompanied by Evie’s gasp of horror as they stepped outside.  “Oh my god!  Cass, this is horrible!  Who would do this?”
                  “We have a good idea,” Reed said.  “Jackson, can you fix all this?”
                  “Yeah, I can fix the car,” he said pointedly.  “I can’t fix the crazy that did it though... What color you want, Cass?  Same one or do you want to change it up a little?”
                  Cass looked at the bright, fucshia letters and sighed.  “Anything but pink.”
                  “Will do, darlin’.  Will do.  Give me your keys and I’ll get this out of here before we have more gawkers... unless you want to call the cops.”
                  “No.  They wouldn’t do much anyway.  Just take it,” she said, and passed the key to Jackson, just as the second valet pulled up in Reed’s SUV. 
                  Within minutes, Cass was safely ensconced in the passenger seat and Reed was driving toward her small house.  It would be all over town by morning that she and Reed had been kissing at the party and that her car had been vandalized.  They would be the topic of more breakfast conversation than she even wanted to consider.  Still, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it.  Even those few moments of feeling free, of letting herself be open and totally unabashed in her feelings for him had been heady and addictive.  She had no plans of stopping now. 
                  With that thought in mind, when they stepped into her living room, Cass untied the halter top of her dress and let it puddle to her feet.  The stick on bra which was decidedly unsexy came away next as she walked towards the back door, her bare behind swaying seductively.  She had left her heels on and knew that her legs, and her ass, looked amazing. 
                  “What the hell are you up to?” he asked. 
                  Cass smiled, “I don’t think I’ve given you the full tour of my house.  There is one thing that totally sold me on this house,” she said, her voice sounding distant as she stepped onto the back porch. 
                  Following her, Reed stopped in his tracks.  The back of the house was an old fashioned sleeping porch.  Screened in, there was a small overhead light with a ceiling fan.  The large trees that grew on either side of the house shielded it from view and the privacy fence at the back kept anyone from the next street over from seeing them.  An old fashioned iron bed, the enamel cracked and peeling, was situated against one wall, facing out into the night.  Covered in white, frothy sheets and laden with pillows, it looked inviting and completely seductive.  It was decadent and totally her.  “If I do what I want to you out here, the neighbors will probably call the police with a noise complaint.”
                  Cass slipped off her high heels and climbed onto the bed, the springs creaking lightly.  “Are you suggesting something other than sleep, counselor?”
                  Reed stripped off his tie, then the jacket.  Each piece of clothing was removed with speed and efficiency, until he could feel the cool night air on his heated skin.  Climbing onto the bed beside Cass, he let the natural sway of the ancient springs propel him towards her until she was in his arms.  Her breasts pressed against his chest.  The soft and newly shaven mound of her sex pressed against his hip.  Her long legs tangled with his and his hand coasted over the lush curve of her hip and over her bottom.  It felt so right and so perfect to touch her.  “I don’t see sleep coming on for quite some time.”
                  She smiled and pressed a kiss against the whisker roughened skin