Chapter Six
Bent Over the Table
He didn't let me walk.
Not even out of the bathroom.
I was still limp and wet in his arms when Reed scooped me up, c**k thick and twitching again against my thigh.
"Where are we-?"
"You said you wanted it on the kitchen table," he growled.
And f**k me-I did.
His skin was still wet as he carried me down the hallway like I weighed nothing, water dripping off both our bodies, a trail of heat following us.
The moment we reached the kitchen, he set me down, spun me around, and bent me right over the long mahogany table like a rag doll.
"Don't move."
He didn't give me a second to catch my breath.
Not even a warning.
He kicked my legs open with his foot, one hand on the small of my back pressing me down, and the other spreading my folds again with gre
