Reed
“OKAY,” I SAID AND THEN nonchalantly put my hand over my jeans to cover up my half-c****d hard-on. Ever since she’d started undressing me with her eyes and massaging my head, I hadn’t been able to think straight.
“What’s Sela doing today?” she asked, returning a little while later.
“Relaxing.”
She began combing my hair again. “So, when’s the big wedding?”
I sighed, feeling my hard-on begin to recede. “We don’t have a date set yet.”
She leaned in front of me, giving me a partial view of her cleavage.
“How short do you want it?” she asked.
“I’ll let you decide.”
She studied my hair intently. “Okay, I think I’ll just take a little off.”
“I’m yours, do whatever you want,” I said, knowing I was playing with fire. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t help myself.
Her cheeks turned
