Chapter 52

52 Chapter 52: Tequila

Eve kept her gaze fixed on Reed, Emy, and Devin. Manager Dixon, who sat next to Eve, was staring at the two guys in front of him. Emy felt embarrassed as if she were a weed growing among the good plants.

“No, that’s not my goal,” Devin said. Dixon asked Devin and Reed about becoming actors or models, but Devin politely declined.

“I don’t need a fan,” Reed said. “I used to have many people, not just fans, but battalions as well.” Everyone around me respects me. “I don’t need a fan.”

Dixon was taken aback by what he heard, and he looked at Reed before turning to look at Devin.

“O-okay,” Dixon said. “It seems that Eve is the only one who is interested.” Dixon turned to face Eve. “Eve, why do you send me here?”

“They’re interested in getting to know you,” Eve said. Eve stroked a finger down Dixon’s face. “They believed I was lying.”

The guy looked at Eve and appeared drawn to what she was doing. “Stop it, Eve...” Reed scolded her.

Eve shifted her gaze to his. “Why?” Eve said, smiling. “Don’t tell me you’re attracted to what I’m doing.”

“You wish,” Reed said. Reed turned to face the guy. “You are free to go now.”

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“Huh?” Dixon moved his gaze to Reed.

“If you wish to buy a house, you may stay...” Reed said.

Dixon hurriedly rose and said his goodbyes. Eve stood up when she heard it. Reed didn’t stop him. Emy also stood up.

“And where are you going?” Reed asked.

Devin chuckled. “Like you, she has to work.” Devin stood up. “Shall we go down together?”

“Okay,” Emy replied, but Reed had already grabbed her wrist. She turned to Reed.

“Stay here,” Reed said.

Reed sat Emy down again and laid her down on the couch, which astonished her. Devin chuckled. “You need to rest; it’s clear from your eyes that you’re tired,” Reed said.

“But it’s not time for bed.” Emy instantly sprang up and fled out the door.

“Cute,” Reed said. She stared at Reed. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, as you can see, I’m keeping an eye on you,” Devin says.

“Why? You’re seeking for a hole to get the crown,” Reed said.

“That’s included as well,” Devin said. “That is my ambition.”

Reed shook his head and moved closer to the glass wall, looking at Emy standing in the model’s tiny houses and cleaning it. Devin took a step back.

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Reed couldn’t sleep that night. He wasn’t feeling well at the moment. The rain suddenly became heavier, and the temperature dropped. He wasn’t accustomed to it, so he considered drinking alcohol. He was so interested in the tequila that he quickly grabbed a lemon, and salt, and poured the tequila into a shot glass.

“This should work...” Reed said with a smile.

He averted his gaze when he saw Emy coming down the stairs. She approached him with a smile.

“What brings you here? And why are you drinking?” Emy asked.

“I can’t sleep. I don’t like the weather; it’s too chilly,” Reed said.

“You don’t like the chilly temperature?” Emy asked.

Reed nodded and sipped tequila as Emy stood nearby. Then he sprinkled lemon and salt on top.

“Isn’t it delicious?” Emy asked. “You have a sour reaction.”

Reed smiled. “Delicious,” Reed said. “It’s good to sip tequila with lemon and salt.”

“May I try?” Emy asked.

“Wifey, you’re going to get drunk here.” “You were also drunk the other night,” Reed said.

“You don’t want me to get drunk at all.” Emy chuckled.

“Yes, because you can’t enjoy me while you’re drunk,” Reed said.

“OK, I’ll simply join you here,” Emy said. “How about we watch a movie?”

Emy approached Reed and placed one headset on Reed’s ear and the other on her. When Reed heard the language in what Emy was watching, he laughed slightly.

“How can you understand that?” Reed asked.

“I understand since it’s Korean.” Emy chuckled. “There are also subtitles.”

Reed said nothing else. He simply let Emy stay and kept drinking. He could already feel the heat from the tequila after just a few minutes. Reed salted Emy’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Emy asked.

“Wifey, stay still,” Reed whispered.

When his tongue danced over her flesh, a shudder of delightful sensation slid down her spine. She experienced chills and felt something throbbing in her bottom half. Emy groaned. She instantly warmed up to the sensation of Reed licking her flesh. Reed drank more tequila and then sipped a lemon. Emy’s breathing became heavier.

“I believe that what I did was effective,” Reed said.

“You’re intentionally teasing me...” Emy said.

“How is it?” Reed asked.

“I enjoyed the way your tongue felt on my flesh. It makes me feel tingly.”

Reed grinned. “Do you want to give it a shot?” Reed asked.

Reed held Emy’s gaze. His lips curved into a seductive grin. Reed removed his t-shirt and draped it over the nook. Reed grabbed the salt container and sprinkled some over his chest. He made Emy a lemon. He poured tequila into the shot glass.

Emy edged her lips closer to Reed’s chest. She didn’t take her gaze away from Reed, and he didn’t take his gaze away from her. Reed seemed to consume her sanity with a seductive stare. He put his pitiful mouth to Reed’s chest and licked the salt there.

As she rubbed the tip of her tongue on his flesh, Reed let out a faint gasp. Reed then grabbed a shot glass, which Emy drank. Reed grabbed the lemon. Emy bit the most, sucked the juice, and then withdrew it away from her lips.

“It’s my turn,” Reed whispered.

Reed shocked Emy by sprinkling salt on her bottom lip. Then he leaned forward carefully. Emy’s lips drew apart. Reed licked the salt from her bottom lip with his teeth before softly nibbling it. Reed massaged Emy’s nape and, with a quiver, claimed his lips.

Emy moaned into Reed’s lips and finally claimed. The kiss intensified when Emy grasped Reed’s nape. Emy gasped into his kiss as he forced his tongue between her lips and tangled with her tongue in a furious dance.

When Reed sucked her tongue, he could feel her fingernails pressing into his nape. As he lowered his lips to Emy’s neck, one of his hands brushed her breast. He stroked his thumb over her nip, which had already become firm under the cotton cloth. Emy isn’t wearing a bra; she doesn’t wear a bra when sleeping. He doesn’t understand. Emy moaned, her fingernail digging further into her neck as she clenched her fingers into its bite.

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Emy’s core is suddenly becoming wet. Reed whispered in her ear. “How about we have some fun here?” Reed asked.

“What?” Emy asked. ” Maybe someone will see us.”

Reed chuckled. “Would you want to know how I’m feeling?” Reed asked.

Emy’s breathing became heavier. She wanted to try. Reed’s refusal to let anybody see them is yet another impossibility. Reed’s two hands caressed the bottom of her sleeping suit while the lip teased her ear. His fingers slipped up over her body, resting on her breast. She wasn’t wearing a bra and a spaghetti top; she was wearing a baby blue silk sleepwear.

“Reed!” she moaned deep in her throat with pleasure, electrifying shock surging through her as he thumbed her nips, tugging them to full attention.

Reed brushed one of his hands together and put it inside Emy’s shorts. Reed let out a loud sigh as he touched her wet slit.

“I’d want to claim you here, Wifey,” Reed said softly as he kissed Emy’s nape.

“Aah!” she moaned as he pressed his finger inside her creamy core. Reed’s finger slid in and out of her womanhood slowly. She reached behind her and palmed it through his boxer shorts.

“Oh!” Reed exhaled, his teeth burrowing into her flesh. Emy placed her hand on the counter. Reed removed Emy’s shirt and underwear, and the crotch of his boxer shorts only released his hardness. Reed stroked his shaft. He pulled down on her back and pushed her seat up into the air. His bulge rubbed against her wet folds, separating them gradually. Reed began pushing his length across her wet slit, causing her hands to tighten.

When the ridge of his erection stroked along her cl*t, Emy let out a long moan. Reed kisses and licks Emy’s neck as one hand firmly grasps Emy’s seat and continues to caress the manhood of her femininity.

“Ah, yes!” Emy was nearly out of breath as Reed slammed into her and thrust his manhood within her. He pulled it out and left the head at the mouth of her cave. Reed swung his hips, tickling Emy with the subtle movement of his muscular head towards her cave mouth.

“How’s it going, Wifey?” Reed asked.

“It’s incredible...” Emy growled. Reed slammed her behind with his palm, which stung. “Shit!” she cried as he pounded her hard and fast. He gripped her hips and squeezed her hard as his pierced shaft moved into her, piercing her tight hole.

Emy gasped as the delicious flame of pleasure spread through her body as his stroke got more powerful and unpredictable, thrusting her against the counter. It caused her orgasm to swell and intensify.

“Oh my God...” Emy snarled in response to every stroke from Reed. He had his hands firmly grabbed the counter. Their deep groan and the sound of their flesh slamming filled the air and echoed throughout the tiny bar area.

“Shit!” Reed hissed, fingers sinking into her ass skin and balls smacking into her ass. Reed’s roar became louder. Emy’s seat was virtually kneeling on the floor as the side of her face was stuck to the granite counter, her breast banging into the surface with each savage thrust.

“Oh crap, Wifey, it felt amazing to be buried in your tight p*ssy!” Reed said with a deep breath.

Emy could feel the pierced head of his p*nis hitting her cervix, which pushed her over the brink.

“Reed! “Oh my goodness, Reed!” Her muscles stiffened as she called his name, and she screamed as the blissful orgasm rushed over her. Reed then heard a loud growl and felt its hot sp*rm enter her. He leaned against her back, panting.

They were in the room, and Reed clutched Emy as they felt tired.

“Reed...” Emy called Reed.

“Hmmm...” Reed mused.

Reed massaged her arm with his hand. Her eyes are already closed. She felt dizzy because of the tequila she had drunk. She enjoyed the tequila, despite how strongly it hit her.

“It’s as if we’re married,” Emy said. “We have sex all the time, and you don’t use protection as if you want me to become pregnant.”

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“I want you to become pregnant,” Reed said.

Emy didn’t respond straight away. Reed felt Emy’s breath on his chest. She took several deep breaths.

“Do you have feelings for me, Reed?” Emy asked.

“Wifey...” Reed said. He was about to move when Emy stopped him. “Wifey, I warned you what you were asking for was impossible. I’m not sure I can provide it to you.”

Emy said nothing. “Wifey...” Reed called, but Emy did not answer. He just assumed Emy was sleeping.

Emy remained silent although she was fully awake. Her heart was beating. She felt as though she could depend on nothing.