13. Paige
PAIGE
“ L et me start by worshiping you the way you deserve.”
Warmth unlike anything I’ve ever felt courses through my body as I stare down into Garrett’s pleading eyes. My entire body hums with desire so electric that all I can do is give in.
This is a man who has made it known more than once how he feels about me, not once changing his mind or being put off by my reservations. Today, he was a silent support, getting a glimpse of me and my life that only Lilly has seen, and proceeded to open up in return.
The logical side of my mind still screams that he’s my business partner now. Another voice screams that everyone will assume the worst about how I got this position.
“What’s holding you back?” Garrett asks softly before continuing his torturous kisses down the length of my neck. It’s nearly impossible to think straight with his lips on me, but I somehow manage to mutter an answer.
“People at work will think I only got this job because I slept with you.” I place my hands on his shoulders, my fears rearing their heads, and push him back slightly so I can look at him. “This job is everything I was looking for. Aside from everything that happened today, I’m happy. Or at least I am in regards to work.”
I stare past him and sigh, knowing I should stop things now before we do something we can’t undo, but Garrett’s arm around my waist remains steady.
“You don’t have to pick and choose what parts of your life get to be good. You earned this position. Anyone who has worked with you can see that. But you also deserve to be happy when it comes to the rest of your personal life.” He pauses, capturing my chin between his thumb and fingers. “And if anyone has shit to say about you doing what makes you happy, I’ll deal with them myself.”
Laughter bubbles out and I shake my head at him. “That was corny.”
“Maybe so,” he states, tracing over my bottom lip. “But it’s true. Your happiness is all I want.”
His words hit their mark, the reverence in his tone shooting straight to my deepest insecurities and comforting them. For just one second, I consider his words.
After all the shit I’ve been through, why do I have to pick and choose which parts of my life are good? Isn’t everyone’s goal in life to enjoy everything they do, to surround themselves with people who bring out the absolute best in them?
Is it really such a bad thing if Garrett just happens to be able to give me all of that?
My eyes drop to his lips, and even though my fears still linger close by, with him this close, it’s easy to shove them aside. Tentatively, I close the distance between us. The moment our lips touch again, everything else flies out the window. All I can do is surrender to the way Garrett makes me feel.
With his hold steady around my lower back, he rearranges us. Without breaking our kiss, Garrett lifts me off his lap and rolls us until he’s hovering above me, his hips nestled between my thighs. I wrap my legs around him, digging my heels into his delectable ass, and hold him in place.
He’s everywhere, consuming every single one of my thoughts and senses.
I grate my hips, shamelessly rubbing myself against his hard length and breaking away from his lips with a gasp. Glancing between us, my jaw drops at the outline in his pants.
“Holy shit. I really hope you know how to use that thing,” I mumble, my cheeks and neck flushing at the thought of him trying to fit inside me.
Garrett chuckles against my shoulder, causing me to squirm beneath him with a breathy gasp. With his free hand, he reaches up and shoves the strap of my tank top out of his way. Both of us freeze at the sound of fabric ripping. He pushes up, staring down at my shoulder with a frown.
“I didn’t mean to do that.” He bends down, kissing the spot where the strap once was. “I’ll replace them.”
I laugh, finding the hem of his shirt and pushing it up, then run my hands up his muscular back. “It’s fine. I got it off the clearance rack two years ago.”
His brows scrunch together as he finally looks at me. “But you look so good in them.”
My cheeks burn at the intensity of his stare and I shrug. “Then I’ll find some more. You don’t need to spend your money on me over a pajama set that cost me ten dollars.”
“Money isn’t my concern. I’m more than set in that department.” He pauses and shakes his head before focusing back on his task of removing my shirt. “My concern is never seeing you in this delicious set again.” He kisses the top of my now exposed breast. “Fuck, I’ll buy you one for every day of the week.”
“If you think I look good in this outfit,” I say between pants as he exposes more of my skin, “you should see me out of it.” I don’t know where the brazen comment comes from. In any of my past experiences, I’ve always made sure the lights are out or that we’re both so trashed, my partner doesn’t think about looking at me.
But for the first time that I can remember, I want someone to look at me. I want Garrett to look at me. Earlier, he had made a comment about earning my trust. However, I’m starting to think I gave that to him a long time ago without ever knowing.
Garrett laughs, his whole body shaking and causing his cock to rub against my aching core. He pushes to his knees, and I immediately miss the weight of him on top of me.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Garrett reaches for the waistband of my shorts, fingers hooking into my underwear as well, and before I can move to help, he’s already sliding them off my ankles.
Cool air breezes over my sensitive pussy and I reflexively try to close my legs. Garrett’s hands find the insides of my thighs and he pushes them back open.
“Don’t even think about it. I have been dreaming of this moment for years. Don’t hide from me.” He licks his lips, openly staring at me with a hunger I’ve never seen glinting in his eyes.
Garrett slides back, knocking some of the long-forgotten snacks to the ground as he adjusts to lie between my thighs. Wrapping one arm underneath my leg, he keeps me spread before him. His warm breath fans over me and I groan in encouragement when his fingers tease between my folds.
I prop myself up on my elbows, wanting to watch everything he does. At least that’s the plan until he swipes his tongue up my slit. My head drops back and my eyelids flutter shut when he repeats the movement, this time with his fingers following close behind.
“Keep those eyes on me, Sweetheart.”
I snap them open, immediately finding him as he stares up at me.
“I want to see every reaction I draw from you.”
My core clenches around nothing at his words and I nod, holding his heated gaze.
“Good girl,” he praises and rewards me with another pass of his tongue. This time, he doesn’t stop there.
Slowly, he works a single finger into me, then another. His skillful tongue finds my clit, causing my back to arch off the bed in both bliss and surprise that he found it so quickly.
Pleasure tingles through my body and it’s a fight to keep watching him. My arms shake as he continues his onslaught, and when he thrusts his fingers and curls them inside me, I almost explode.
“Oh God,” I moan when he thrusts again and finds that spot inside me that only my vibrator has seen. Pleasure pools in my stomach and streams down my spine as I grind against him, silently begging for more.
“Not God, Sweetheart.” He sucks my clit between his teeth, and I teeter closer to the edge. “If anything, I should be praising you. And right here, with my face buried in your beautiful pussy, is most definitely an altar worth kneeling before.”
“Gare,” I breathe his name as black spots dance in the corners of my vision. Then he pushes his fingers back in at the same time he strums my clit and I give in.
Garrett becomes blurry as my orgasm crashes through me. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open, but I can’t hold myself up any longer. I collapse on the bed, my body shuddering from the lingering sensations as he gently brings me back down.
I feel him get off the bed but can’t find it in me to see what he’s doing or where he’s going. It’s not until a warm, wet cloth is being pressed between my thighs that I’m able to peek through my heavy lids.
“What are you doing?” I mumble, reaching to take the rag from him, but he just pushes my hand away.
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he assures in a soothing tone. His hands curl under my thighs and back, and then I’m being lifted briefly. My eyes fly open as I grapple to hold on to him.
“What are you doing?” I gasp and he huffs out a soft laugh.
“First, I was going to get us under the blankets. Then I was going to hold you until you fell asleep.”
“Oh.”
I help him arrange us, noticing he moved the snacks off the bed and turned the lights off during his trip to the bathroom.
He does exactly what he said he was going to do. Garrett cuddles me, my back to his chest as he molds around me. I frown, confusion clashing with the high from my orgasm.
I stew in the dark before it becomes unbearable.
“Garrett?” I whisper, not wanting to wake him if he’s already fallen asleep, but he responds instantly.
“Yes, Sweetheart?” His hand flattens against my stomach, holding me tighter against him, and it eases some of my worry.
“I thought we were going to…” I trail off, grateful he can’t see the embarrassment painting my face. My body still feels like it’s floating on a cloud and a delicious soreness is already blooming between my thighs, so it’s not like I’m complaining. I’m almost certain I’d pass out from sheer bliss if he were to fuck me through another orgasm.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” he explains and relief pours over me, mixing with a hint of disappointment. While protection is a priority that I’m grateful he thought of, and despite the fact that he literally just made me come harder than anyone else, it doesn’t dull the ache that now begs to be fucked by him.
“So it’s not that you didn’t want to,” I state and he moves before the words are fully out. Garrett tips my chin back, forcing me to look at him. The glow from the TV still playing across the room lights up his face and my heartbeat stutters.
“If I had prepared for this, I’d be buried so deep inside you, you would feel me for the rest of the week.”
For the briefest of moments, I’m tempted to say fuck it and put my IUD to the test.
That thought alone is enough to cool me down. I stretch, giving him a quick kiss before turning forward once more and settling back into his comforting embrace.