Before Drew: A Steamy Alpha Male Curvy Woman Romance: Reynolds Family Book 3

  Before Drew

  Reynolds Family

  Kali Hart

  Before Drew is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Kali Hart

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval systems, without express written permission from the author/publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Epilogue

  1

  LACY

  I’d be so much cooler if I was a real-life spy.

  That’s the thought swirling inside my tired brain as I spin in a full circle on the cushiest, fanciest office chair I’ve ever encountered. Desk to my back and windows stretched before me, I have a spectacular view of the cityscape at night from the ninth floor.

  “I need sleep,” I mutter. Too many jobs. Too much homework. My brain can’t focus. It’s the only explanation for the spy fantasy that plays in my head. All I’m missing is the flash drive to steal all this company’s secrets.

  A delirious, tired laugh escapes as I spin back around and stare blankly at the flickering candle I’ve lit. It’s supposed to emit an essence of energy, but I don’t think it’s working. Not if my uncontrollable yawning is any indication.

  I scan the cleaning list my best friend Ellie gave me before she left town for the week. It’s her cleaning service that normally takes care of Reynolds Inc, but she’s always cleaned Mr. Reynolds office personally. For one week, she asked me to cover so she can take a much-needed vacation with her hunky boyfriend.

  I move on to the next task on the list—wipe down all light switches, door knobs, and hard surfaces with a damp rag and disinfectant.

  Though I have a research paper to finish writing, two authors with new releases tomorrow that need to me to set up everything online, and three doctor’s appointments to get my mom to this week, the stack of medical bills on our kitchen counter doesn’t care. It’s the reason I jumped at the night job for the week that’ll add two-hundred and fifty dollars to our bottom line.

  I set my personal laptop in the leather office chair. I still have a few social media posts to schedule for one of the authors I assist. But it’ll have to wait until I wipe down the desk. I reach for the cleaning list with the intention of checking it again, but a framed picture steals my attention.

  There’s two men and two women—siblings if I had to guess as there’s a lack of intimacy that suggests couples—but it’s one man in particular that has me in a trance. He’s the tallest of the group, hair the darkest. His smile is captivating. I’d bet my week’s pay that he could charm an entire room with that smile alone.

  Those blue eyes penetrate me, and I suddenly feel naked. A flash of him behind me as I bend over this desk teases my deliriously tired imagination. I toy with the idea of slipping my hand down the front of my leggings to touch myself. “I’d be your secretary any day,” I say to the photo.

  Smoke. I smell smoke.

  I let out a squeal when I see the flames. In the midst of my drooling over the photo, I’ve lit my cleaning list on fire. “Don’t panic! Don’t panic!” I’m pacing, searching for any source of water. But the paper is turning to ash in my hands. The flame licks closer to my fingers.

  I drop the burning remnant into the trash can.

  Flames erupt. I scream.

  A door bursts open. “What’s going on—”

  My head shoots up and my eyes land on the same man from the photo in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. He has the shoulders of a linebacker and abs for days. Perfectly chiseled muscles disappear into the top of that gray towel.

  “Is that a fire?”

  “Oh, that.”

  He doesn’t panic like I did. He goes into action, pulling a fire extinguisher from its cradle on the wall. Less than a minute later, the fire is out. Only smoke and utter embarrassment simmers in the air between us.

  I’m so tongue-tied by everything I just witnessed that I can’t even say thank you. I’m some combination of stunned, grateful, and incredibly turned on. The apology I owe him is lodged somewhere in my throat. He’s not even supposed to be here. Ellie told me the boss would be out of town all week.

  “Who are you?” he asks.

  “Lacy. Filling in for Ellie.”

  It’s ten-thirty at night. She mentioned that the CEO was a bit of a workaholic, but I didn’t expect to see anyone in here this late. Especially since he’s supposed to be in Chicago.

  At least I didn’t have my hand stuffed down my pants. He would’ve called security on me for sure.

  Completely unaffected by his towel-only attire, he sets down the fire extinguisher. His eyes scan me from head to toe, and I’m suddenly mortified at my sloppy attire. These leggings and old sweatshirt aren’t catching anyone’s eye. “Are you from her cleaning service?”

  I can’t begin to understand why Ellie wouldn’t have one of her staff fill in for her this week, except that she said something about them being short-handed for a while. “No, but I’m a friend.”

  Blowing out the candle before it can cause any more damage, I try not to think how screwed I am. I might get fired my first night. I take a deep breath, ready to make eye contact and apologize profusely.

  “Lacy, you said?” One hand is holding the towel, which makes me blush. Moments ago, I was imagining him bending me over his very large, very expensive desk. I can’t help but fantasize what’s under the towel, even though it has to be the last thing on his mind. I did almost start his office on fire.

  “Yes.” I dust my thighs with my hands, wiping away a few pieces of ash, wishing I’d chosen anything more flattering to wear tonight. But to be fair, I expected to be completely alone aside from the security guard that let me inside.

  “You thirsty, Lacy?” It’s the last thing I expected to come out of his mouth. That smooth voice and that sexy smile are going to turn me into a puddle of molten goo if he doesn’t knock it off. That man could charm the pants off an Alaskan in winter.

  “A little.”

  DREW

  I forgot that my usual officer cleaner would be on vacation this week. Until I heard the scream and found this woman standing over a fire, that is. She had too many wonderful curves to be Ellie. Her hair, tossed up in that messy bun, is darker, too. “You can finish up later,” I tell her when she hesitates to follow me into my penthouse.

  “Will it be quick?”

  I study her soft face. I want to trace those cheeks with my fingertips, kiss those pouty lips until they’re swollen. Those leggings leave nothing to the imagination. But it’s the weariness in her gentle blue eyes that brings me back to my senses. I shift my towel to hide what’s happening beneath it. “Yes, it’ll be quick.”

  Her guilty gaze travels to the laptop sitting open on my desk chair. One that definitely does not belong to my company. It’s too bulky and outdated. I would question anyone else, but I feel like
Lacy needs a break. It’s an instinct that churns deep inside, and I never ignore those.

  “Can I just have a water? I still have a lot to do,” she says, like she owes me an explanation. A cute yawn escapes, and she quickly covers her mouth to try and hide it. “I’m sorry about the trash can. I can replace it when I come back tomorrow night.”

  “Don’t worry about it.” I might have been alarmed to find anyone else in my office standing near a bucket of flames. But Lacy has an entirely different kind of fire burning inside me. The last thing I care about is a charred trash can. It didn’t even trigger the fire alarm.

  I gesture to the sofa that butts up to the kitchen island. The way she drops onto the thick cushions gives away just how tired she is. I could revive her with an earthshattering orgasm or two.

  I retrieve a water from the fridge, and hold it out for her. Our fingers graze, and my breath hitches. My dick lurches.

  “Thank you.” Her smile—tired as it is—is the sweetest, sexiest thing I’ve laid eyes on in a long time. She nods at my waist. “Did you want to change?”

  The gentlemanly thing to do is to put some clothes on. But the thoughts ravishing my imagination right now aren’t gentlemanly at all. I want to drop the towel and pounce. My dick wants inside her tight pussy. “Do you want me to change?”

  Her eyes drench with pure desire. Something has shifted between us. “No, not really.”

  I take a couple steps forward, hoping she doesn’t notice my trembling legs. Having thrown myself into my work for months now, it’s admittedly been a while since I entertained a woman. But I’ve never been this nervous around one. Lacy has me frazzled. There’s something about her… I can’t put my finger on it. But I’d like to put my finger in her.

  I’m standing just inches in front of her. Her mouth is lined up almost perfectly with my dick. Blood rushes at the thought of her perfect lips sucking me into oblivion. “Lacy, I—”

  She reaches up and her fingers tangle with the knot on my towel. It drops to the floor. My dick, already hard as a rock, springs free and stands tall. Her eyes go wide. “You’re huge.” There’s a mixture of concern and excitement in the gaze that doesn’t lift from my cock.

  Her tongue teases the tip, tracing a delicate circle around the head. I moan. “Fuck, Lacy.”

  2

  LACY

  I don’t know who the crazy sex goddess is that took over my brain, but she’s in charge right now. In no point in my tedious, yet sadly boring life, have I ever found myself alone with a smoking hot man—let alone the CEO of his own multi-million-dollar company—wrapped in nothing but a towel.

  Well, the towel is now on the floor because the sex goddess yanked it off. And he’s looking at me like he’s starving, and I’m the entrée.

  My tongue circles his enormous cock. I open my mouth and take him in, suckling the head. “Fuck,” he moans again. His eyes are on me, and it’s turning me on. My nipples harden into pebbles.

  I relax my throat and swallow his dick until my lips graze his balls. He’s moaning in ways that make my center combust. I don’t have a clue how I’m going to fit him inside my tight, neglected pussy. But I can’t wait to find out.

  I pump my mouth over his cock, using my hand to twist his shaft in rhythm.

  “Lacy,” he said, a little breathless, “if you don’t stop, I’m going to come.”

  My eyes flicker up at him. “Good.” I want him to explode in my mouth. There’s something thrilling about all this. Something that allows me to forget everything else that’s going on in my life right now. I’m more in the moment now than I’ve ever been. “Come in my mouth.”

  As if my command was all he needed, I feel his cock pulse in my mouth. He releases his seed in the back of my throat.

  He collapses onto the couch beside me, his cock still hard and standing at attention. I swallow. Tingles erupt between my thighs.

  “You can clean my office any day.” There’s a satisfied smile on his face, and a lustful haze in his blue eyes. But his words trigger panic.

  I don’t know what came over me, but if Ellie finds out I blew Mr. Reynolds, she might kill me. I’m no longer worried about me getting fired for the week, but for my friend losing her cleaning contract.

  I jump off the couch, desperate to finish cleaning the office before that too becomes an issue. I’m not getting paid to suck the CEO’s cock, but to clean his office. Which I only made worse with my little fire.

  “Where are you going?” Mr. Reynolds is up on his feet and at my side in a flash. He’s standing so close that I feel that heat radiate from his very sculpted, very naked body.

  “Your office—”

  “Don’t worry about it, Lacy.”

  “But Mr. Reynolds—”

  His large hand slips into my own, making me feel dainty and small. He’s so much taller, and standing this close to me, he makes me feel safe. He could wrap me in those strong arms and envelope my body completely. “I won’t tell your friend if you don’t.”

  Well that changes things.

  “And it’s Drew.”

  My nipples ache. There’s a voice that whispers to me all the things I still need to accomplish tonight. But another reminds me that I don’t have anywhere I need to be until noon tomorrow. For one night, would it be so bad to give myself over to pleasure with a very hot man?

  His hand cups my cheek, and his fingers dig into my jaw. Gone is the gentleness. There’s a fire in his eyes. Lips crash against mine, urgent and demanding. I open my mouth and allow his tongue to explore. We drop onto the couch.

  Somewhere in the mix, my sweatshirt ends up on the floor. It’s the first reminder I’ve had in a while that I’m sorely undressed for such an encounter. At least I wore my matching purple lace bra and panties. Inside, I cringe at the thought that I nearly chose the boring cotton underwear.

  “Lacy, you’re so fucking sexy.” Drew’s lips greedily blaze a trail from my neck to my belly button. I spread my legs around his naked body. He’s still hard—or hard again. It doesn’t matter. My eyes are trapped on that massive cock. “Soon,” he says with a sexy, teasing laugh.

  His mouth hovers over my center through my thin leggings. My hips arch up, and a moan escapes as his lips move over the sensitive nub.

  “These have to go.” He peels away my leggings and they join my sweatshirt on the floor. I’m lying on Drew’s couch in nothing but my matching panty and bra set. I feel vulnerable, exposed by the overhead light. I imagine I’m curvier than most of the women that throw themselves at him.

  I reach for the throw blanket on the back of the couch, but Drew shackles my wrist. “You’re beautiful, Lacy. I want to see all of you. Don’t cover up a thing.”

  He slips my panties off, and his face drops between my legs. His tongue works magic around my clit, causing me to buck and gyrate. It takes just minutes before the room goes black and I’m seeing stars. My body convulses, and my cunt is super sensitive to his touch.

  “That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  “Babe, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

  DREW

  I pop up from the couch, reaching my hand to Lacy. This is reckless. I shouldn’t be leading her to my bedroom. I just met her. Not to mention she nearly started my office on fire. But I have no control. There’s an animalistic instinct rearing its head, and it says Lacy belongs to me.

  I’m going to claim her. Tonight.

  In the doorway, I turn and unclasp her bra—the last piece of clothing. Her incredible tits spring free, revealing perfect pink nipples that beg for my teeth around them. I push her up against the wall, trapping her with a hand.

  “These are magnificent.”

  That sexy, confident smile makes my dick twitch. I want inside her so badly it aches. Her tit overflows in my large hand as I squeeze it, lifting her nipple to my mouth. I swirl my tongue, then take that hard pebble between my teeth and bite down.

  Her head bucks back against the wall, and that sensual moan escapes. Precum
leaks from my dick when her hand starts to stroke me.

  I take the other nipple into my mouth while my hand slides between her wet folds. I rub her clit, and she jerks. She’s still sensitive from the last orgasm. But I’m about to give her another one. I slip a finger inside her pussy, then two. She gasps.

  “Lacy, you’re going to come for me. Again.”

  “I want you inside me.” She’s panting her words. “Please.”

  I kiss her hard on the mouth. “We’ll get to that, too.” I work my fingers, pumping them in and out of her while applying pressure to her clit. She’s calling out my name, moaning louder. It’s so fucking hot. I go until I feel her writhe in my hand, and she lets out a final moan.

  I catch her before she collapses to the ground.

  “Close,” she says, her voice breathless, “but definitely better than the first.”

  “Babe, the third one is going to blow your mind.” I drag her to the bed, unable to control the urge to be inside her anymore. I need to claim what’s mine. I toss her onto the sheets and climb on top. “Do I need to use anything?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill.”

  Thoughts of making future babies with her have been slipping into my head all night, but there’ll be plenty of time for that. “I don’t want anything between us,” I say.

  “Me either.”

  I pin her with my eyes, needing her to understand. “This is my pussy, understand?”

  “Your pussy.” She nods wildly. “Get inside me.”

  I line my hard length up at her center, parting her soft lips with my tip. Without warning, I thrust inside her until my balls slap her ass. She gasps. I hold myself there, allowing that tight pussy to adjust to my size. “You okay, babe?”