“If I find out you guys are doing anything illegal, stupid, or reckless, I will be kicking all of your asses in the morning. Got it?”
“Looking forward to it.” Danielle laughed, wiggling her little fingers goodbye as I pushed open an exit door. Something about this whole set up didn’t seem right. They were never that eager to get rid of me, since I did everything for the little babies. Magically a black town car was waiting to take me to the hotel. “And they claim nothing is going on. Bullshit.”
“Good even, Miss McGlenister,” the clerk at the counter greeted me as I walked up to the front desk.
The hotel was absolutely stunning; not normally something we stayed in when touring with PD. The pristine white marble floor, black fixtures, chrome chandeliers, and elegantly dressed staff was a little too rich for my taste, but none the less, still completely magnificent. The lights were kept low except for the chandeliers that lit up the high ceilings. Everything seemed to sparkle in the place, and I felt like a complete slob strolling through there in black leggings and my sleeveless purple ruffled blouse.
“I have a key for the elevator all ready for you,” the younger man said with a smile, holding out the sleek black card for me.
“Thanks,” I said tentatively, flashing a nervous smile at him. How in the world did they know who I was, and why did I need a key to the elevator?
“You are staying in the presidential suite, which is located on the fifty-fourth floor. You can access the floor through the two main elevators located in the center of our lobby. Are your bags still in the car?”
“Wow, I don’t need that kind of room. Certainly there must be a mistake when they placed the reservation?”
“No mistake, ma’am. Your bags?” the clerk asked again.
“I’ve got it right here,” I said while slightly holding up my overnight bag Danielle had packed for me. Thankfully, she had filled one of her large designer black monstrosities, and not the simple backpack I used to carry shit back and forth between the hotels and our bus.
“Would you like our bellhop to bring it up for you?”
“I think I got it.” I laughed lightly, nodding nervously at the man.
“Well, please enjoy your stay, and let us know if there is anything else we can help you with during your time here,” he replied robotically.
“Thanks,” I replied and awkwardly turned for the elegant glass elevators in the middle of the hotel.
There had to be a catch in staying there. What in the hell were they buttering me up for? Either I had done something wrong and I was getting fired tomorrow, or they needed me to do something they knew I would say no to.
Sliding my key into the reader in the elevator, I pressed the fifty-fourth floor button and watched as the doors whooshed closed. I was betting this place had a wicked bathtub with my name written all over it. I refused to get out of the water until my skin had shriveled up and I looked like an eighty year old woman with wrinkles. Bring on the reasons why everyone was so nice to me tonight, this girl was getting her kicks in a giant bathtub tonight. I wondered if Danielle packed my waterproof little buddy?
The elevator doors opened into a spectacular foyer, with a rather large and impressive flower arrangement in the center of the room. I couldn’t even imagine what the cost of a bouquet that size would cost, let alone the amount of time and energy it took to design something like that. The stark white floor and walls with deep cherry furniture was the perfect backdrop for the colorful flowers. Purples, blues, yellows, and pinks swirled around the green stems that lay perfectly in the clear crystal vase. Dropping my bag on the floor, I cupped a beautiful purple lily and took a deep breath, letting the sweet aroma of its center fill my nose. “You, my friend, are absolutely delightful,” I said out loud to the flower, giggling at my craziness. I’d never been a real flower girl; more of a six pack kind of romance style would normally get you further than these little dandies. But, for some reason, flowers were really starting to grow on me, and I blamed that solely on Reid Chambers.
Grabbing my bag again, I slowly walked around the large circular table and continued down the elongated hallway. Artwork littered the walls on each side as my flats slapped the cold floor. Snapping my head back and forth from either side of the pictures, I stopped suddenly to take in a landscape scene. I couldn’t tell who the artist was, but I recognized the painting. The familiar green hills rolling into the purple meadow of flowers seized my breath. The blue grey cloudless skies spoke volumes about my life, and the single shack in the background stood for way more than I could every vocalize. I had spent countless hours as a child staring at this painting. My mother had it up in the hallway to her room, and since I was unable to walk into their bedroom until they opened their door in the morning, I would sleep out in the hallway whenever I had a bad dream, just staring at that painting until I finally drifted off to sleep once again.
Gently running my fingers over the canvas, I determined that it was a print copy and not an original. My mother’s words circled in the back of my mind, “You always buy original pieces of work Molly Anne. Having a copy is like being second best, not acceptable.” Smiling, I took a step back from the painting and ventured back down the hallway, setting my sights on the large glass wall at the end of the hallway.
Stopping in front of the window, I gazed over the darkened city lights. Being up this high was an amazing sight to take in. The city twinkled as I gently placed my hand up to the cool glass. The sensation was rejuvenating, feeling the cold of the window on my warm hand. I could stay in this place forever, staring at the city as it lit up below me. Simply amazing.
Dropping my hand from the cool glass, I glanced to my left and caught what looked to be a formal dining area; complete with table fit for ten. At my mother’s place, their formal dining room had a smaller table, as dinner parties were always sat in the great room. We only ever used the formal dining area for holidays, and that always seemed such a far stretch to try and pretend we were family. Another massive chandelier hung in the center of the room, giving off light to the impressive crown molding that framed the tall ceiling.
To the left, there appeared to be an elegant living room, complete with streamline white furniture and large mirrors on the opposite wall. The coffee and end tables were crystal clear glass, and the scattered rugs throughout the room gave off a trendy vibe to the otherwise sleek and elegant room. Setting my bag down on a table, my hand skimmed the sheer curtains that enclosed the large glass walls. Reid would love this place. Sure, it didn’t have the backdrop of the remarkable lake like his place, but the city skyline wasn’t an eye sore either. Something about looking out over a large area, taking in the sights, and being able to appreciate its beauty was something special.
My flats clicked on the floors as I wandered through the full kitchen. For only staying one night, I didn’t fully understand the need for something this lavish, but what the hell. My parents always stayed in suites when traveling. However, they were never this elaborate. I was used to luxury growing up, but this place took the cake. Two doors were located on the far wall, giving the appearance of a bathroom and bedroom. “Jackpot,” I said out loud while turning the doorknob to the bathroom. The same clean white lines were evident in this room as well. But, it was the large white claw foot tub next to another large wall of glass that took my breath away. “I do believe, Mr. Tub, I’m going to fall in love with you.”
“Just like I have fallen for you, Molly Anne.”
Chapter 19
Are bubbles an aphrodisiac?
“Reid?” I gasped and whirled around. Leaning on the door frame was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes upon. The way his eyes sparkled in the soft bathroom light, his tight grey t-shirt that clung to his muscles in all the right spots, his dark low slung blue jeans that hung effortless on his hips, down to his completely bare feet that sent chills to my girly regions.
“I thought you’d like the bathtub.” He smirked, melting all the thoughts from today instantly
away.
Running my fingers over the cold porcelain tub, feeling the smooth texture beneath my fingertips, sent jolts through my senses. I had to play cool here. Running and jumping into this man’s arms would seem like a desperate move. Sure, my vagina was begging for sexual contact, and my lips desperately wanted the connection, but I needed to keep my composure. No need to look like a stark raving lunatic who wanted to jump this man’s cock right that second.
“Fuck it,” I grumbled, tossing all the bullshit I had just prepared in my head out the window and running full speed into Reid’s arms. We hit with a hard thud, instantly wrapping my arms around his waist and burring my head into his chest.
“Did you miss me, Molly Anne?” Reid wrapped his arms around my back, resting his chin on the top of my head. It had only been a short time since the video shoot, but it really felt like forever since I was safe and secure in this man’s arms.
“Did you do this?” I asked, pulling back from my secure spot nestled in his chest.
“Maybe.” He laughed, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. Once again I was diminished into the girly girl who melted on contact with the man she was pining after. “I kind of called in a favor with Stephanie.”
“I knew something was up. Was I seriously the only one who didn’t know?
“Well, yeah.” Reid chuckled, pulling me back into his large frame.
“I can’t believe they were able to keep it a secret. Chance can’t even go three hours without showing someone what stupid boxers he was wearing that day.”
“Yeah, Chance and I are going to have to have a discussion.” Giving a little snort, I snuggled deeper into Reid’s chest, squeezing my arms tighter around his torso, and enjoying the uninterrupted moment with the man who stole my heart so many months ago.
Standing up on my tiptoes, I pressed my lips into his. Sparks began to fly as I unwrapped my arms from around his waist and brought them around his head, pulling him deeper into our lip lock. A groan escaped his parted lips as his hands traveled further down my backside. Swiftly, his hands slid down my thighs, forcefully lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist. The buckle on his belt was positioned just right, as it rubbed against my now throbbing girly bits. The sexual tension between us was at a peak, and there would be no stopping what would transpire next……………..not that either of us would want to.
Securing his hands firmly under my ass, I locked my legs behind him as he carried us into the bedroom. Our lips never broke connection as we continued to enjoy the taste of one another. Slowly, Reid lowered himself onto the bed, softly letting my knees touch the fluffy white comforter as he gently leaned back. Straddling him on the huge black four poster bed, I giggled as I brought my hands up into his hair, letting the strands wrap tightly around my fingers.
“Fuck, Molly Anne,” Reid moaned as our kiss was deepened, a strong sexual desire was evident between the two of us.
Breaking our kiss, I sat up and straddled his torso, running my hands along the pant line of his jeans. My fingers slipped under the fabric of his shirt, letting my hands linger on his tight stomach muscles. Reid came up on his elbows and with one swift yank behind his head, his shirt was laying on the floor. My mouth instantly watered at the sight of his chest. His colorful tattoos that connected the black and great pieces on his arms, his well-defined pecks, and delicious abs that curved neatly into his Adonis belt.
I leaned over and licked his nipple, gently sucking and pulling on the extended wonder. Reid’s hands found their way into my hair, gently pushing my head harder into his chest. Suddenly, I was forced back up onto his lips, parting my mouth slightly to make room for his assaulting tongue. His hands lowered on my body, finding the hem of my shirt and pulling upward. Pulling back from our kiss, I lifted my hands above my head as Reid slid the fabric up over my body. My shirt fell in a pile on the floor with his, as his hands instantly groped my breasts through their purple lace confines. Dropping my head back in ecstasy, I ground my hips deeper into his, letting the buckle slide over my clit forcefully.
My nipples hardened as Reid brought his mouth over the fabric. The hot moisture from his lips soaked through the fine lace, leaving me wet and wanting more. He smoothly alternated between each breast, making my nipples rock hard. I let out a gasp as his teeth pulled on my nipple rings, letting the small hoops click on his teeth as he flicked them with his tongue.
Pushing him back against the bed forcefully, I slid down further on his thighs and started to fumble with the belt buckle, forcefully pulling on the latch to get the fucker undone. “Let me help you,” Reid’s voice purred, swatting my hands away and one handedly undoing the buckle.
“I swear I’m going to figure that bitch out one day,” I said with a naughty smile while undoing the button and zipper on his jeans. A cocky look graced Reid’s face, instantly making me suck in my bottom lip and bite down hard. Reid grabbed either side of my face and brought me down upon him, smashing his lips back into mine. Feeling the heat between our bare chests was going to have me coming undone in my leggings, my pussy begging for some immediate relief from his cock.
Reid’s arm hooked around my waist and swiftly flipped me underneath his frame. With one hand, Reid pulled his pants down, leaving him completely nude and hovering over me. His lips started sucking on the skin by my collarbone, sensually working his way down to the hem of my pants. His lips burned my skin on contact, sending my body into another sex filled tizzy.
“You really don’t need these,” Reid said with a grin, slipping his thumbs under the waist band and leisurely sliding them down my legs.
“Fuck, Reid,” I grumbled as he slid off my shoes and leggings, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Reid climbed back on top of me, straddling me at the waist. His large cock hard and erect on my stomach, making my insides squirm with anticipation. I slid the purple satin straps on my bra down my shoulders, letting the fabric gap in the front. Reid forced his hand beneath me, unclipping my bra with one quick motion. Tossing the fabric over the side of the bed, my breasts revel in their freedom as Reid brought his mouth back upon them.
My hands work over his back, feeling the curvature of his muscles as he continues to suck on my breasts, making my pussy jealous for all the attention my top half was getting. Reid moved his hand closer to the folds of my pussy, gently teasing the folds with his fingers while his lips continued to play with my nipple rings. Writhing underneath him, my body was desperate for a hard sensual fuck. As if the man was reading my damn mind, two fingers were forcefully inserted into my hole, swiftly pumping them inside me.
“Hot damn,” I cried out, as his fingers continued to enter my pussy. I could feel Reid’s grin spread across his lips as he brought his face up to mine. Our lips, once again, found each others as my hips rocked against his large hands.
“Fuck me, Reid.” With a small chuckle, Reid pulled his fingers out from my folds and trailed the wetness up my body. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed a gold foil packet and ripped it open with his teeth. “So romantic.” I laughed as he spit the foil packet out from his lips. With a smirk, Reid rolled the rubber over his cock and crashed his lips back into mine. Forcing my legs apart further with his knee, Reid settled his position between my legs with his cock teasing my opening. “Put it in, Reid,” I begged, grasping at the man’s large shoulders. In one quick motion, my insides stretched to accommodate the large mass entering my body.
“You feel so good, Molly Anne,” Reid whispered as he pumped his cock inside me. Groaning, I grab hold of his hips and buck myself harder into him. “So, you want it a little harder.” He laughed, forcing his lips on mine.
Nodding my head as his tongue entered my mouth, Reid shoved his cock harder into my body, causing me to arch my back and toss my head back in sheer bliss. This was exactly what I needed; a night to satisfy my sexual desire with the only man who could do so. My vibrators were taking a back seat tonight, unless I broke this man with my hearty appetite.
“So you’re telli
ng me that Brody actually thinks he is going to the awards show with a Victoria’s Secret Angel?” Blowing bubbles from my hand, I snuggled back into Reid’s arms as he placed a soft kiss to my neck.
“Oh don’t underestimate the baboon’s skills, Molly Anne.” Reid laughed. “For some reason, women throw themselves upon the man, and not even super models are immune to that man’s charm.”
“He has no charm, Reid. It’s pure luck and a little game. Not to mention you all have sold a gazillion records, gone multiplatinum several times, have massive tours, and are the visions of every teenage girls sexual dreams.” Letting my head rest on his shoulder, Reid’s hands caressed the top of my thighs. I could feel his erection growing by the second, pressing firmly alongside my ass. “We have seriously only been in the bath for maybe five minutes and you are already ready to go another round?” I teased, twisting my way out of his grasp and turning to face him in the tub.
“Maybe.” Reid smiled, lifting a handful of bubbles and smacking the side of my face with them.
“Hey,” I cried out, swatting away his hands and bubbles attacking my face.
“You might want to think about shaving, Molly Anne,” Reid taunted, as his fingers wiggled their way around my sides.
“Excuse me? I just had a wax, you dick.”
“I’m not talking about your pussy, Molly Anne. Have you seen your face lately?” Reid shook with laughter, as I quickly wiped the remaining bubbles away from my face.
“You are such an asshole, Reid.”
“Yes, I might be. But at least this dick is insatiably hungry for a piece of you, my crazy southern belle.”
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