Bad Liar (The Reed Rivers Trilogy Book 1)

by Lauren Rowe

  But we’re most definitely not on the same page. I feel sick. Panicky. Disgusted at what Reed just now put that poor girl through, even though I’m also selfishly grateful to him for protecting our secret with such relentlessness. But most of all, I feel angry with myself for putting myself in a position where it was so easy for me to get caught with my tits hanging out and my panties off and my thighs spread for Reed... on the first freaking night of my job! If I was going to fuck the big boss, why’d I do it here, where anyone could stumble upon us? Why didn’t I at least lock the freaking door? When word gets out I’m fucking Reed, which it will, who’s going to respect me? Absolutely nobody, that’s who.

  “Now, where were we?” Reed mutters, reaching for me like the past few minutes of torture didn’t happen.

  But he’s delusional if he thinks I’m going to fuck him now. In this room. Or at all. In a flash, I feel gripped by the instinct to flee and never look back. My heart exploding, I stumble off the couch, muttering curses under my breath when I bang my knee, and then sprint, like a bug-eyed bat out of hell, straight out the door.

  Chapter 27

  Reed

  I chase Georgina down the hallway and grab her arm, but she rips herself from my grasp. “I can’t do this.”

  “Do what?”

  She whirls around, her eyes panicked. “Fuck the big boss.”

  I hear footsteps nearby. People talking and laughing. So, I pull Georgina through a nearby door marked “Janitorial.” And suddenly, we’re standing mere inches apart in a large closet. I pull a cord to turn on a bulb, and then back Georgina into a shelf with my arms on either side of her. “I’m not your boss. We’ve already established that.”

  “You think that PA who saw you eating my pussy knows that?” she whispers frantically, looking near-hysterical. “Right now, that girl thinks I fucked you to get my job!” She rubs her forehead. “Oh, God. Everyone is going to think that same thing, Reed—the same thing everyone always thinks about me—that I get whatever jobs or opportunities, not based on merit or hard work, but thanks to nothing but my tits and ass—because some asshole in charge wants to fuck me!”

  My stomach drops. Shit. “Okay, calm down,” I say soothingly. “Nobody is going to find out anything, because that PA isn’t going to say a word. You saw how I put the fear of God into her. Do you think I get off on bullying little PAs like that? No, of course, not. I did that for you. Because I knew you’d freak out, exactly like this.”

  “It’s really important to me that everyone knows I got this job because CeeCee believes in me, Reed. Because she thinks I’m a good writer. And not because Reed Rivers wants to fuck me!”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Of course, sweetheart,” I say soothingly. “All anyone has to do is talk to you for half a second to realize you’re smart as hell and a total badass and absolutely deserve to be here.”

  “Oh, God.” She palms her forehead. “Caleb. Once he finds out you’ve nixed the party and tour, he’ll assume we’re fucking. What else could he possibly conclude? And then he’ll tell the rest of the RCR guys about us, and then my interview with the band, and with Dean individually, will be awkward and stilted and embarrassing, and everything I’ve dreamed about achieving in my life will be shot to hell—”

  “Okay, stop. You’re spiraling, Ricci. Pull your shit together.” I put my palm on her cheek. “Nobody will ever know I’ve gotten into your cute little cotton panties. Will they assume that’s what I want to do? Yes. But they would have assumed that, anyway, whether that PA walked in on us or not. Because, news flash, Georgie, I’m me—a guy who likes sex with beautiful women. And, news flash, baby, you’re not only beautiful but sexy as fuck, too. So, of course, people are going to think there’s a strong chance I want to fuck your brains out. But so does every other man who sees you, Georgie, not just me. It’d be weird if I didn’t want to fuck you.”

  Georgie looks moderately appeased by that logic.

  “Frankly, if guys on my roster, especially Caleb, think I’m aiming to fuck you, then that’s fantastic. In fact, that’s precisely what I want them to think.”

  “What? Why?”

  My cock feels like it’s going to explode from the excitement of Georgina’s two incredible orgasms and the closeness of her heaving body in this cramped space. I take a deep breath. “If they think I’m hot for you, then they’ll stay the fuck away. The guys on my roster know not to cross me. They’ve seen what happens when they do. I’ve got them well trained.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It means I’ve made it clear in the past I don’t play nice when someone on my roster fucks a woman I’m already fucking or have set my sights on fucking.”

  Her eyebrows rise. “How have you made it clear? What happened?”

  “It doesn’t matter. All that matters is them knowing I want to fuck you, whether I’ve been successful in doing that or not. That’s enough to make you off-limits to them.”

  I scowl. “I’m not your property, Reed. You can’t call dibs on me like the front seat of a Chevy. I’m a professional journalist. Here to do a job and do it well. If I happen to be fucking you on the side, then that has nothing to do with my job. The two things are completely separate.”

  Holy shit. She’s so fucking sexy when she’s angry, I can’t contain myself. I press myself into her so she can feel how hard she makes me. How badly I want to get inside her. “Of course, you’re here to do a job. That’s indisputable. And, of course, you’re going to do your job well. Now, tell your brain to shut the fuck up, would you? You’re overthinking this. Nothing’s changed. The PA will say nothing but what I told her to say. Our deal is still in full force and effect—we’re gonna have a fun week together at my house, during which you’re gonna try to use sex as a weapon to pull more out of me for my interview than I ever thought possible, and I’m gonna let you think it’s working like gangbusters so I can keep fucking you and eating your sweet pussy all week long. It’ll be a great time had by all.” I skim my nose along her jawline while pressing my cock into her center, and she rubs herself against my hard-on in reply. “Come on, baby. Use me for a good time. Use me to try to get yourself a job with Dig a Little Deeper. Use me to make all your dreams come true.” I press myself even harder into her and bite her earlobe. “Use me however you want, Georgie, just as long as you let me use your body this entire week, starting right now. Baby, I’ve never been so turned on by anyone in my life, I swear to God, and I don’t think I can survive the night if I don’t get inside you right fucking now.”

  A little moan of arousal escapes her throat as she continues riding my straining bulge—until, finally, she throws her arms around me, turns her head, and smashes her mouth against mine.

  Instantly, the second my lips meet Georgie’s, a dam breaks inside me. A tsunami of arousal slams into me. Panting, I frantically unzip my pants as Georgina furiously pulls down her undies, whimpering with arousal as she does.

  “I’m on the pill,” she gasps out. It’s a comment that only makes me realize I hadn’t even thought about protection—which is so unlike me, so utterly out of character, I don’t even know who I am right now. What spell has this sexy girl cast on me?

  She pulls my hard cock out of my briefs, its head already dripping with the evidence of my blossoming addiction to her. Breathing hard, I grab her ass, pick her up roughly, slam her into a shelf, and impale her, thrusting hard into her until I’m balls-deep and growling with relief. Oh, God, she’s perfect. Wet. Tight. Warm. Bliss. Just this fast, I’m losing my fucking mind.

  Georgina moans my name as I growl hers and begin thrusting like an animal against the shelf. As I get into a groove, she digs her fingernails into my shoulders, making me jerk and moan. She bites my neck and begs me not to stop, making me feel like I’m going to pass out.

  Her excitement is obviously mounting as I plow into her, over and over again. I’m spiraling. On the brink of exploding.

  “Yes,” she growls with each powerful thrust. “Yes, yes, ye
s.”

  I’m delirious. On the cusp of complete ecstasy. But I hang on, not wanting to release before her. Thankfully, just when I think I can’t hang on a second longer, just when I think I might not be able to stay conscious a second longer, Georgie comes, hard, throwing her head back into the shelf behind her and stiffening exquisitely in my arms as her muscles ripple and clench around my cock. Oh, for the love of all things holy. If there’s a more sublime sensation in human existence, than the sensation of Georgina Ricci coming hard around my cock, I can’t fathom it. It’s a pleasure so intense, so all-consuming and addicting, I can’t help coming, too. Which I do, so fucking hard, I’m momentarily paralyzed by the ecstasy shooting through my body, all of it culminating in flashes of blinding white and yellow light.

  As I come down from my incredible orgasm, my heart is crashing seismically. My back is soaked in sweat. I place Georgina’s feet on the ground, and she immediately tilts her glorious face up to mine for a kiss. Of course, I oblige her, devouring her mouth while raking my hands over her cheeks, neck, and hair. I can’t get enough of this woman. This siren. She’s my new drug. An addiction I couldn’t possibly resist, even if my life depended on it.

  When our mouths disengage, Georgina sighs happily. “That was fucking incredible.”

  I take a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “When you came, that was as close to God as I’ve ever gotten in this lifetime. Holy shit, Georgie. That was fucking insane.”

  “I’ve never had an orgasm during intercourse before. It felt incredible.”

  I run my thumb over her plump lower lip. “Sweetheart, this is only the beginning. This week, oh my fucking God. I’m gonna show you what your body can do—things you didn’t even realize were possible.”

  She bites her lip. “We’re gonna have fun this week, aren’t we?”

  “Oh, Little Miss Georgina Ricci, you have no fucking idea.”

  After another deep kiss, we pull our disheveled clothes together, smooth out our frayed hair, and quickly agree to slip out of the closet separately, just in case—with Georgie leaving first.

  “I’ll meet you in Greenroom B in five,” I say.

  “See you there,” she says flirtatiously. But as she grabs the doorknob, she turns to me, her beaming, wide smile snatching the air out of my lungs. “Thank you for everything, Reed.”

  My heart stops as paranoia flashes through me. Does she somehow know I’m the source of the cancer charity’s grant? Has she figured me out? “I haven’t done anything,” I say lamely.

  “Of course, you have. You’ve agreed to throw a party and let Alessandra come. You’ve agreed to listen to Alessandra’s demo later tonight at your house. And you’ve agreed to keep an open mind about your interview—to let me at least try to get something suitable for Dig a Little Deeper out of you. I’d say you’ve already done a whole helluva lot.”

  Sighing with relief, I return her smile. “I only said that last thing so I could get into your pants. Don’t get too excited.”

  Her smile widens. “Careful what you agree to in a negotiation, Mr. Rivers. After a full week of getting into my pants, I predict you’re going to open up to me more than you ever thought possible.”

  I chuckle. “That’s what I want you to think, sweetheart. Don’t hold your breath on that.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “I’m not one of the fraternity boys you’re used to wrapping around your little finger for tips. As gorgeous as you are, I’m sure I’ll be able to withstand your attempts to ‘unpeel my onion’ just fine.”

  “Challenge accepted.” With that, she turns the knob, and off she goes... leaving me alone in a janitorial closet, with a body that’s alive and pulsing in a way it’s never been before, and a mind that’s racing. How the hell am I going to spend an entire week fucking that gorgeous woman without breaking down and giving her every last thing her devious little heart desires?

  TO BE CONTINUED…

  Reed and Georgina’s scorching-hot love story continues with the second book of The Reed Rivers Trilogy: BEAUTIFUL LIAR. You don’t want to miss what happens next in this fiery, sexy romance! Get your copy now by tapping the title

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  Books by Lauren Rowe

  The Reed Rivers Trilogy

  Reed Rivers has met his match in the most unlikely of women—aspiring journalist and spitfire, Georgina Ricci. She’s much younger than the women Reed normally pursues, but he can’t resist her fiery personality and drop-dead gorgeous looks. But in this game of cat and mouse, who’s chasing whom? With each passing day of this wild ride, Reed’s not so sure. The books of this trilogy are to be read in order:

  Bad Liar

  Beautiful Liar

  Beloved Liar

  The Club Trilogy

  Romantic. Scorching hot. Suspenseful. Witty. The Club is your new addiction—a sexy and suspenseful thriller about two wealthy brothers and the sassy women who bring them to their knees... all while the foursome bands together to protect one of their own. The Club Trilogy is to be read in order, as follows:

  The Club: Obsession

  The Club: Reclamation

  The Club: Redemption

  The Club: Culmination

  The fourth book for Jonas and Sarah is a full-length epilogue with incredible heart-stopping twists and turns and feels. Read The Club: Culmination (A Full-Length Epilogue Novel) after finishing The Club Trilogy or, if you prefer, after reading The Josh and Kat Trilogy.

  The Josh and Kat Trilogy

  It’s a war of wills between stubborn and sexy Josh Faraday and Kat Morgan. A fight to the bed. Arrogant, wealthy playboy Josh is used to getting what he wants. And what he wants is Kat Morgan. The books are to be read in order:

  Infatuation

  Revelation

  Consummation

  The Morgan Brothers

  Read these standalones in any order about the brothers of Kat Morgan. Chronological reading order is below, but they are all complete stories. Note: you do not need to read any other books or series before jumping straight into reading about the Morgan boys.

  Hero. The story of heroic firefighter, Colby Morgan. When catastrophe strikes Colby Morgan, will physical therapist Lydia save him... or will he save her?

  Captain. The insta-love-to-enemies-to-lovers story of tattooed sex god, Ryan Morgan, and the woman he’d move heaven and earth to claim.

  Ball Peen Hammer. A steamy, hilarious, friends-to-lovers romantic comedy about cocky-as-hell male stripper, Keane Morgan, and the sassy, smart young woman who brings him to his knees during a road trip.

  Mister Bodyguard. The Morgans’ beloved honorary brother, Zander Shaw, meets his match in the feisty pop star he’s assigned to protect on tour.

  ROCKSTAR. When the youngest Morgan brother, Dax Morgan, meets a mysterious woman who rocks his world, he must decide if pursuing her is worth risking it all. Be sure to check out four of Dax’s original songs from ROCKSTAR, written and produced by Lauren, along with full music videos for the songs, on her website (www.laurenrowebooks.com) under the tap MUSIC FROM ROCKSTAR.

  Misadventures

  Lauren’s Misadventures titles are page-turning, steamy, swoony standalones, to be read in any order.

  Misadventures on
the Night Shift—A hotel night shift clerk encounters her teenage fantasy: rock star Lucas Ford. And combustion ensues.

  Misadventures of a College Girl—A spunky, virginal theater major meets a cocky football player at her first college party... and absolutely nothing goes according to plan for either of them.

  Misadventures on the Rebound—A spunky woman on the rebound meets a hot, mysterious stranger in a bar on her way to her five-year high school reunion in Las Vegas and what follows is a misadventure neither of them ever imagined.

  Standalone Psychological Thriller/Dark Comedy

  Countdown to Killing Kurtis—A young woman with big dreams and skeletons in her closet decides her porno-king husband must die in exactly a year. This is not a traditional romance, but it will most definitely keep you turning the pages and saying “WTF?”

  All books by Lauren Rowe are available in ebook, paperback, and audiobook formats. Be sure to sign up for Lauren’s newsletter to find out about upcoming releases!

  Author Biography

  USA Today and internationally bestselling author Lauren Rowe lives in San Diego, California, where, in addition to writing books, she performs with her dance/party band at events all over Southern California, writes songs, takes embarrassing snapshots of her ever- patient Boston terrier, Buster, spends time with her family, and narrates audiobooks. Much to Lauren’s thrill, her books have been translated all over the world in multiple languages and hit multiple domestic and international bestseller lists. To find out about Lauren’s upcoming releases and giveaways, sign up for Lauren’s emails at www.LaurenRoweBooks.com. Lauren loves to hear from readers! Send Lauren an email from her website, say hi on Twitter, Instagram, or Facebook.