14. Garrett
GARRETT
T he sound of Paige’s laughter fills the space around me, pulling me from the documents that need my approval and bringing a smile to my face. The past two weeks since we returned from our trip up north have been busy, barely leaving me any time with Paige alone.
I knew it would be, between the onboarding of the new team, rolling out new positions or making sure that everyone is properly trained, all while maintaining the company goals and values. Outside of a couple differences of opinions with old managers, all things considered, the merger has been going smoothly. Paige is largely to thank for that.
After our night together in Vermont, something changed between us. She no longer tries to hide if she’s checking me out, even going as far as openly flirting with me. Each time I catch her stare or spot her pretty blush, it makes me want nothing more than to say ‘fuck it’ to all the work that needs to be done and drag her upstairs to my penthouse.
But then we get interrupted and are forced to carry on as professionals. Which if I’m honest, is just as equally anticipated. Paige was made for this role. There have been more times than not that I honestly believe she runs things better than me and it only makes me fall harder for her.
“Knock, knock.” Her angelic voice draws my attention from my laptop. Leaning back in my seat, I don’t even try to hide my appraisal of her.
She’s wearing another one of those mouthwatering pencil skirts, this one tan, with a white silk blouse that ties together just below her collarbone. While her outfit is modest and very professional, every time I see her, I ache to undo the knot of her shirt and see what she looks like with that damned skirt bunched up around her thighs.
“Come in.” I clear my throat, adjusting in my seat and trying to think of anything but bending Paige over my desk. She holds up the stack of papers she brought with her.
“I have the new business strategies for the temp assistants that will be working with some of our current authors that I wanted to run by you, just to make sure I got everything covered.” She bites her bottom lip and glances back over her shoulder. “If you have a few minutes available.”
“I always have time for you.” I remind her and wave her forward. “I’m sure you’ve thought of everything, but I’ll happily be your sounding board.”
Paige closes the door behind her before making her way across my office and I’m mesmerized by the way her ponytail sways from side to side. She rounds my desk, stepping up beside me, sets the papers in front of me, and rests her arm on the back of my chair. I breathe in her perfume, subtly shifting in hopes of hiding my semi-hard cock. All it would take is a slight shift of her eyes and she’d clearly see just how affected I am by her presence alone.
She starts going over the plans, pointing out number projections and timelines as she goes along.
The entire time she talks, my attention is split between her words and her proximity. The plans she has in place are exactly what we need. I knew that much from the first page. Which means my brain is far more focused on her .
“Garrett?” Paige questions and I silently curse myself for getting distracted.
“Sorry, what?” I glance up sheepishly, lingering longer than I should at the swell of her breasts.
She turns her body to face me, propping her hip against my desk and crossing her arms.
“You weren’t even paying attention,” she accuses with narrowed eyes.
“Yes, I was!” I defend and push my chair back slightly so I can turn to her. “I just might have been paying attention to something else.”
“Gare, you could have asked me to come back if you were busy?—”
“Paige,” I cut her off with a chuckle and angle my chair toward her, widening my legs so she’s almost standing between them. “Make no mistake, I was paying attention to you.”
“Then what…” Her eyes drop to my lap and her mouth falls into a beautiful O shape.
“So how much of what I said did you actually hear?” she asks, eyes bouncing between my face and my crotch.
“Enough to know that it’s better than anything I would have put together.”
Paige nods, shooting a quick glance toward the door. My breath hitches when she looks back at me, pink blooming on her cheeks as she wets her lips.
“You’re not helping anything by looking at me like that, Paige.” I groan and grip my aching cock over my pants to adjust it.
“I can think of something that would help,” she murmurs and before I can process her words, Paige pushes off my desk and drops to her knees in front of me.
Placing her hands on my knees, she glides them up my thighs while watching me through hooded lids. When she raises a pointed eyebrow, silently asking for permission, I can only frantically nod, afraid that if I speak, she’ll disappear.
Her hands find my belt, making quick work to undo it. The sound of my zipper finally snaps me into action and I lift my hips, helping her shove my pants down below my knees.
She doesn’t even hesitate, wrapping her hand around my length and giving it a slow pump.
“Fuck,” I groan out, dropping my head back against my chair when she does it again.
“Shh,” Paige whisper laughs. “The last thing we need is for Gwen or someone else to hear you and come see what’s happening.”
My teeth grind together, but the reminder that we could get caught at any second only makes me harder. I lift my head, needing to engrain every detail of this moment into my brain. Her grip tightens and twists down my length, and after one final peek at me, she bends forward.
With one hand wrapped around the base, her lips wrap around my cock and my hands drop to my armrests so I have something to hold on to. She swirls her tongue around the tip and my hips buck on their own, forcing her to take more of me. Paige moans around me, the vibrations going straight to my balls as her eyes slip closed.
She doubles down, letting out a heavy breath before she swallows my entire shaft down her throat. When she hollows her cheeks and starts bobbing her head up and down, I almost combust on the spot.
Releasing the deathtrap I have on one of my armrests, I reach out to cup her face and trace my thumb over her cheek.
“So fucking pretty,” I praise and slide my hand to her ponytail. The silky tresses are smooth against my palm as I rest my hand on the back of her head. Not to direct her movements, just to hold her as she sucks my cock.
Paige squirms on her knees, drawing my attention to her other hand that has slipped up her skirt slightly. She flexes her fingers against her inner thigh and I tilt my head to the side for a better view.
“Touch yourself, Sweetheart. Spread those beautiful thighs and let me see just how much you enjoy having my cock down your throat.”
She listens immediately, shoving her skirt up and her underwear to the side. Her pretty cunt glistens with her arousal and my mouth waters at the sight, remembering just how delicious she tastes. Her fingers slide through the wetness, eliciting more moans that my cock stifles.
My heart pounds against my chest so heavily I’m convinced she could hear it beating. I can feel my orgasm building. There’s no hope in holding it back. Not between the sight of her deft fingers massaging her clit, the way her hips buck against the touch, and the feeling of her warm, wet mouth swallowing me down.
Tingles gather at the base of my spine, my muscles tensing as she brings me closer to the edge.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t want me to come down your throat, I need you to stop now.”
Paige shakes her head as much as she can, moaning, and swallows down my entire length once more. The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and when she swallows, I give in. Spilling down her throat and barely restraining my groan. She drinks down every last drop before slowly releasing me with a pop and smiles up at me.
I glance down at her hand, now resting on top of her knee and holding her fingers up so they don’t touch her skin. Bending forward, I snatch her wrist and lift her fingers to my mouth. Holding her gaze, I lick her arousal from her fingers. She watches with flushed cheeks.
Once she’s cleaned up, I help her stand, pausing to pull her in for a quick kiss before letting her stand on her own.
“It’s a good thing I have a private bathroom in here.” I chuckle, leaning down to grab my pants from around my ankles and pulling them up.
“Yes, because I’m sure they were thinking of this exact situation when they were designing your office.” Paige laughs, shaking her head and placing a quick kiss on my cheek before heading to freshen up.
She leaves the door open, so I call out after her.
“Do you want to go grab lunch? There’s a new place down the block and I’ve been meaning to try their tacos.”
“Tacos sound amazing.” She steps into the doorway, her outfit back in place. If it weren’t for the lingering blush that paints her cheeks and neck, no one would have any clue of what just happened. Her eyes drop to my pants, which are still unbuckled, and smirks. “Let me just go send one last email while you clean up and we can go.”
“Those were hands down the best tacos I’ve ever had,” Paige admits while we make the ten-minute walk back to our building. “We need to go back sometime after work so we can try their margs.”
I laugh, admiring her as she rambles on about this new place and making plans to go there with Dominik and Lilly. My heart swells at the fact that she’s openly making plans. We’ve hung out with the team and a few times with our friends, but never because we set up to see each other specifically.
As we round the corner of our street, a man in a dark red sweater with the hood pulled up over his head bumps into Paige, jostling her and nearly knocking her over. I catch her with an arm around the waist, holding her up as I glare after the figure who didn’t even miss a beat.
Paige squeezes my bicep in her hand and before I can ask if she’s okay, she speaks.
“What’s going on up there?” She points down the street.
I look in that direction, my eyebrows pulling together at the sight of the growing crowd in front of our building.
“I have no idea.” I glance down at her, looking her over slowly. “Are you okay?”
She nods, straightening herself out with a sigh. “Yeah, he just threw me off balance.” Pushing to her tiptoes, she kisses my cheek. “Thanks for catching me.”
“Always,” I promise. With a quick peek back at the crowd, my stomach knots and unease prickles at the nape of my neck. I hold out a hand toward her. She opens her mouth to protest, but I interrupt. “Just until we know what they’re all there for.”
Reluctantly, she slips her palm into mine, our fingers tangling immediately.
Together, we head toward our building. As we get closer, the camera straps hanging around people’s necks come into focus and dread makes me freeze, pulling Paige to a stop beside me.
“Garrett?” she questions just as one of the reporters spots us. I react on instinct, tucking Paige into my side and shielding her as they swarm around us.
Questions and comments are shouted out faster than I could think to answer if I wanted to, but my only focus is getting Paige inside.
“How did you keep your billionaire status a secret for so long?”
“Are you the silent owner of Hearts Arena?”
“How does it feel to shoot straight to the top of the Billionaire Bachelor list?”
“Is this your girlfriend? Was she in on the secrets and lies too?”
My teeth grind painfully together while Paige clings to me. My building security must have seen us coming as they work on clearing us a path and helping us get through.
The silence of the lobby is deafening, my ears ringing as I finally process what’s happening.
“Garrett?” Paige says softly, but I can’t bring myself to look at her just yet.
I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose while swallowing down the rising panic and trying to figure out what to say.