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But there’s a stubborn bastard in me, too.
And he really doesn’t like being told what to do.
CHAPTER 9
OLIVER
back to that night . . .
Just make me come.
Yes-fucking-ma’am.
“Oh, my god, Oli,” Paige says at the ceiling.
Her arms rest at her sides, flailed out in the last spots they tumbled to. Her legs are just as chaotic; wide-open with bent knees, yet settled and exhausted on the white bedspread.
“You’re amazing.”
I lay down by her side with a numb jaw and an aching tongue. “Hey, you say make you come, I make you come,” I say as I wipe my lips.
“Yeah, but...” She takes a deeper breath. Her breasts rise and fall, her nipples tightly wound. “I didn’t expect... you know, that many times.”
“How many times?” I ask, genuinely curious.
“Uh...” She blinks at the ceiling, lost in thought. I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but the longer it takes for her to figure it out, the harder I get. “Three?”
I grin. And I haven’t even fucked her yet.
Paige rolls onto her side to face me. Her eyes scan downward, shamelessly admiring my naked body as I do hers. “So, what’s next?” she asks.
I chuckle. “You tell me.”
“Ah, but you’re the one in charge, remember?” she teases.
“Oh, I remember,” I say, glancing downward and licking my lips.
“Then, what’s next, Mr. Black?”
Paige bites her lip; an obvious, silent suggestion. I glance down her naked body. My cock surges for the taking of it, rock hard and ready to burst, but I’m not about to do that just yet.
I want this night to last.
I slowly reach out. I glide a finger up her cheek, pushing her wild, blonde hair back behind her ear before traveling back down to her mouth.
Paige parts her lips, letting my thumb slip inside, and she rolls her tongue along the pad of my thumb.
Good girl.
A simple ringtone breaks the silent tension. Paige turns her head to look at her skirt crumbled on the floor next to the bed. After a moment’s hesitation, she leans over and rifles her cellphone out of the pocket to check it.
“Do you need to get that?” I ask, willing to hit the pause button.
Paige thinks for a moment as the phone vibrates in her hand. She’s a busy woman who works for important people, after all. I can’t fault her for needing to pick up the phone, especially the night before the annual Botsford Corp shareholders’ convention. And I can’t imagine Graham taking a night off — even if it is technically his honeymoon right now, as strange as that sounds.
“No,” Paige says as she turns it on silent.
She drops the phone onto the floor where it was and returns to me. I close my eyes as she kisses me deeply, passionately nursing my numb lips with her wild tongue. She puts pressure on my chest and I lie back as she moves to straddle my knees.
