Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
“Princess, I need to be inside you,” I tell her as I help her onto her feet and then lift her onto her desk. “It’s been too long, and the only thing I want is to sink into your warmth.”
“Fine,” she sighs playfully, as if I were putting her out. “I guess you can fuck me.”
She spreads her legs, exposing her glistening cunt, and my cock drips pre-cum, knowing it’s about to slide home.
“I don’t fuck you ever,” I say, gripping her thighs and pulling her to the edge. I guide my cock to her opening and run the head up and down her wet slit. “I make love to you—always.”
“Well then, what are you waiting for?” she groans, hating when I tease her. “Make fucking love to me!”
With a chuckle, I push into her, reveling in how warm and wet she is, and once I’m all the way in, we both moan in unison. It’s been too long, and as I make love to Paige, I tell myself I’m done traveling, I’m done being away from her this long. There was a time when I thought I’d never have a future with her, but now, I not only have her, but she’s also pregnant with my baby, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend my life away from her when I can be right here, buried deep inside her, loving her.
A smart man learns from his mistakes, and there’s no way I’m going to lose Paige because of my job. She means too much to me, and I’m going to put her first. Always.
We find our releases quickly, and once we come down from our high, I pull out of her, already counting down to when I can be inside her again.
“Shower?” I ask, grabbing a few tissues from atop her desk to wipe the cum dripping out of her.
“Sounds—”
Her phone rings, and when she glances at it, she says, “Can I meet you in there? It’s Ana. I texted her earlier, asking her to call me when she got home because I needed to talk to her about something.”
“Of course.” I lean down and kiss her and then unbutton my shirt and hand it to her so she can put it on. “Don’t be too long,” I murmur against her lips. “I have a week to make up for.”
chapter thirty-one
PAIGE
“I’m going to ask Nate to move in with me.”
“Well, it’s about time,” Ana says with a laugh.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I glance back to make sure Nate can’t hear while I pad to the guest bathroom to clean up since I have his cum dripping out of me.
“It means just as I said. It’s about time. We all knew this would happen eventually. We were just waiting for you to catch up.”
I roll my eyes and huff. “I was taking things slowly. Being cautious.”
“I get it,” she says. “But Nate isn’t your dumbass ex. He’s the real freaking deal. But you needed to see that for yourself. So, when are you going to ask him? And really”—she laughs—“are you going to actually ask him? Because we both know he’s going to say yes.”
“That’s why I’m talking to you.”
“Why does it sound like you’re echoing? Are you in a bathroom?”
“Yes, Ana!” I whisper. “Nate just got home, and he’s in the shower, and I’m supposed to be in there, too, but instead, I’m hiding in the guest bathroom because I don’t know how to do it.”
“Take a shower?” she asks in confusion, and it takes everything in me not to bang my head against the wall.
“Oh my God, no! Ask him to move in.”
“Oh! Just ask him while you’re giving him head,” she says with a laugh. “Julian always says yes to whatever I want while I’m giving him head.”
“I heard that!” Julian yells.
“Too late for that,” I mutter, making Ana crack up.
“Wait! Did you answer my call while you were—”
“No!” I hiss. “We already…did it. Then, you called, and I was freaking out in my head about how to ask him to move in so I told him I needed to talk to you and that I would meet him in the shower in a minute.”
“Paige, I love you, but you overthink everything.” Ana sighs. “The guy is in love with you. Simply tell him you’re ready for him to move in.”
“But what if he’s changed his mind?” I whisper.
“Not happening, and we both know that. You’re just nervous. But deep down, you know he’s not going anywhere. So, get off the phone with me and go make that man’s night by telling him you want him to move in with you.”
She’s right. I know she is. I know Nate loves me. It’s just so hard, being vulnerable. But this is what I want. This past week without him has solidified how much I want Nate in my life—and not just him spending the night. I want to live with him, create a life with him. I love him and want a future with him.