Page 36 of Imperfect Match (Imperfect Match 1)
Two meetings next week.
Dear God, I might explode.
I inch a little farther.
There are about seven ad accounts that need to be relooked at.
“Reid. Please!”
And then, Willow grips my ass, pulling me as deep as I can get, and I don’t remember a fucking thing after that.
Ten
Willow
I had sex with Reid.
Really, really good sex.
Of course he couldn’t suck in bed and make it easier on me. Nope. He had to be fantastic and give me multiples.
Multiples! Like a damn unicorn walked up to me and tapped me on the nose!
Now he’s in my bed, snoring with his arm draped over me, and I can’t sleep.
I told him everything was fine. I did the whole let’s cuddle thing because he looked so happy. I can’t remember the last time I saw him smile like that. I’m a fool, that’s for damn sure.
And he thinks nothing will change? Was he kidding? Everything has changed. We had sex, and I’m ruined for all men now.
I have to think. I need to figure out what the hell all of this means and how I’m going to fix it.
Because it has to be fixed. Reid and I aren’t like that. We aren’t a couple. We aren’t in love. We’re just two best friends who got a little carried away and gave in to an itch that has needed to be scratched for a while now.
Yes, that’s it. Curiosity, plus a natural, biological attraction and a dash of loneliness. Add that all together and you have a recipe for a one-night stand that was really great and all, thanks to Reid’s unicorn dick, but we can’t let it happen again. It isn’t worth ruining our friendship.
I know I said I wanted things to change, but I didn’t mean us. Not like this.
I have no idea what time it is, but the sun is coming up and my room is starting to glow with morning light. I scoot my legs over the side of the bed, making sure not to wake him, while trying to lift his arm up just enough to get out. When my feet hit the floor, I slide a little more, moving when I can. Reid makes a loud sound and I’m half on and half off the bed, hoping I can slip out entirely.
He lets out a loud snore that sounds more like a roar, and I use the opportunity to go.
Of course, I didn’t account for my rug sliding out from under my foot, and I tumble to the floor with a loud bang.
“Ouch!” I grab my left elbow and rub it.
“Willow?” Reid peeks over the edge of the bed at me. His hair is sticking up in all directions and his jaw is stubbled, but still my heart beats faster. “What are you doing? Running away?”
“Uh, no. I was just trying to get out of bed without waking you.” Suddenly I remember how naked I am. Scrambling to my feet, I hurry over to my dresser and grab a T-shirt. As I throw it over my head, I will my pulse to stop racing.
“You’ve got a cute butt.”
I meet his eyes in the mirror. “Thanks.”
“Come back to bed and let me get my hands on it again.”
Part of me wants to take a running leap onto the mattress and let him do that and more, but I know I can’t. “I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
