18. Paige
PAIGE
R easons why staying with the billionaire that you’ve fooled around with a couple times but haven’t actually had sex with is a bad idea—all you can think about when relaxing with a glass of wine after a long day is jumping him.
Whatever part of my brain thought that staying with Garrett was a good idea clearly wasn’t thinking straight. If I had taken a few more minutes and gotten past the initial logic of security and comfort, I would have realized that my libido would be the one trying to take charge every day.
It’s been a week since I agreed to stay with him and nothing more than cuddling on the couch or a kiss to the forehead has happened. Which was fine for the first couple days as we found our routine. It was awkward, working through small talk before finding our groove. I thought I knew him pretty well before, but between our overnight stay in Vermont and now being in such close proximity, there’s a whole different side to him I get to learn.
Garrett is easily one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. He cares deeply, not just about the people in his day-to-day life, but in his businesses as well. There are so many charities and organizations that he donates to every month, none of which the articles write about in their quest to find out everything.
We had both honestly thought that things would die down after a few days. That everyone would realize that neither of us would talk when they show up at our workplace and demand answers.
We were both very wrong about that.
The building security has done a great job at keeping all non-employees out of the lobby, but we’re told there’s a select few who continue to push. It’s to the point now that we had to reach out to one of the security firms in Tampa and set up a meeting to ensure the safety of the employees and ourselves.
Garrett has involved me with every meeting and update, even asked for my opinion more than a few times, but it’s mostly just so I know what’s going on. While he’s been juggling all of that, I’ve taken over the majority of the work for SweetHeart Assistance. Outside of a few public statements and our PR team working overtime to answer emails from those we employ and those who hire us for services, we’ve managed to stay on track with all our training and updates.
The sound of the treadmill slowing down and coming to a stop makes my heart skip in anticipation. With the way my body lights up just from knowing I’m about to see Garrett shirtless, you would think I’m touch starved or something. Every time he goes to work out, I struggle to find something that will hold my attention instead of daydreaming about him. Although, to be fair, maybe reading romance books is a poor choice on my part as it only seems to add fuel to the fire.
As if I had conjured him just by thinking of him, Garrett appears in the kitchen. I watch from where I sit on the living room couch as he swipes his damp hair from his forehead and heads to the fridge. I cross my legs, staring like a creep at the sweat glistening across his muscular frame.
After grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and chugging half of it, Garrett turns to me with a smile that makes me squeeze my thighs.
“What are your thoughts on pizza for dinner?”
“There’s only one correct answer to pizza and that is always going to be hell yes,” I tell him, attempting to keep my eyes from dropping to the low-hung waistband of his gym shorts.
“Fair, let me just shower and I’ll order it.”
I hum in acknowledgment and since he can’t see me, watch as he walks away toward his bedroom. Once I hear his door click shut, I drop my head back against the couch and groan.
Before Garrett, I could go weeks without having the slightest desire to have sex. Now, two orgasms with this man and it’s all I seem to think about.
A little voice in the back of my mind reminds me that I could easily take care of myself.
Closing my copy of Ivy Rose’s latest stalker romance, I look around the living room and glance down the hallway toward the bedrooms. It’ll most likely be another ten to fifteen minutes before Garrett is finished up, which is more than enough time.
I hurry to the guest room that I’ve completely taken over. It’s closest to the living area, so between the distance of our rooms and the sound of the shower, I’m in the clear. I swing the door closed behind me and discard my shorts, leaving them on the floor on the way to the duffle bag that holds all my clean underwear. I’ve unpacked and hung up all of my work clothes, but there was something about putting my intimates in the dresser here that felt oddly personal and permanent.
Plucking out the silk drawstring bag, I grin, pulling out the sleek, black bullet vibrator. Anticipation for the much-needed release thrums through my veins, making me practically giddy as I make myself comfortable on the bed.
I click it on, the hum echoing through the silent room in a teasing song. The first touch of the rounded tip to my clit makes me bite my bottom lip to hold in the moan. Thoughts of Garrett’s mouth in this exact spot play through my mind as I slowly glide the toy down. Just thinking about what it felt like to have his mouth on me makes it so easy to slide in.
My toes curl as hot pleasure warms my veins and I give in to the motions all while replaying my previous times with Garrett.
Just as I go to push the bullet back in, his voice from across the room makes me freeze.
“If you needed relief, all you had to do was ask.” Garrett leans against doorframe, his eyes unwavering from my hand between my thighs, and licks his lips.
Swallowing thickly, I somehow manage to speak. “The toy gets the job done just as well as you did.”
Garrett smirks and when he crosses the room, my cheeks finally burn with embarrassment for being caught. I’m about to close my legs and turn off my vibrator when he reaches the end of the bed and stops me.
“Why settle for just getting the job done?” He wraps a hand around my ankle and pulls me down the mattress. I squeal, scrambling and finally removing the toy to help me balance, but Garrett just reaches up with his free hand to pluck it from my grasp. “Two is better than one, after all.”
I barely have time to process what’s happening as Garrett kneels on the edge of the mattress. The sound of my heavy breaths fills the room as he drags the toy through my folds. My head drops to the mattress. This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came in here, but I’m not one to punch a gift horse in the face.
He takes over control, expertly thrusting and bringing me higher than I could. His free hand slips up my T-shirt to cup my breast. When he pinches my nipple, my back arches off the bed and incoherent sounds of approval spill from my lips. At the feeling of his mouth on my clit while he continues his motions, an orgasm rips free, shocking the hell out of me. Garrett hums, slowing but not stopping as he draws out my pleasure.
I reach down and gently push his head away from my clit with a mumbled “too much.”
Blood pounds heavily in my ears as he chuckles, kissing my inner thigh, then my hip. He trails wet kisses up my stomach and ribs, all while continuing to work the toy inside me. When he wraps his lips around my nipple, I almost combust on the spot again.
As if he can tell, Garrett pushes up until he’s kneeling between my thighs again. He pulls the toy until just the tip rests inside of me before slowly setting it down to rest. He meets my curious gaze and raises a brow.
“Don’t move,” Garrett demands before pushing off the bed and leaving the room. The vibrations at my entrance are enough to leave me shaking and desperate. After a few seconds, I’m almost tempted to reach down and push it back in, but somehow, I resist.
By the time Garrett returns holding up a condom, I have a death grip on the comforter to keep myself from moving.
“Look at you,” he praises in a low voice that has me clenching in response and the toy slips free. “Such a good fucking girl.”
“Garrett,” I groan. “Please.”
While he makes quick work of removing his pants and rolls on the condom, I grab the toy and tease it around my clit.
“Anything for you, Sweetheart,” he promises and steps back between my thighs at the end of the mattress.
He hooks a hand under one of my thighs and wraps it around his hip. Slowly, he works the head of his hard cock along my entrance and the teasing build-up for what’s about to happen brings me to the edge once more.
When he finally starts to push in, we both groan in unison. He pauses, holding my hips still and letting out a staggered breath. I glance down, finding he’s barely even halfway, and try to move, but he tightens his grip to keep me in place. I clench around him, his name spilling from my lips.
“Fuck, Paige. If you keep doing that, I’m going to embarrass myself very quickly.”
I shake my head, squirming against his hold and managing to slide another inch of him inside me. “I’m close. Please, Garrett. Please just…”
He snaps his hips forward, making my back leave the mattress.
“Your pussy is fucking heaven.” He groans, torturously pulling out before slamming back in.
Sounds I didn’t even know I was capable of making escape as he finally fucks me, finding a perfect pace. My fingers tingle, the reminder I needed that I’m holding a vibrator.
Pleasure builds and I know I’m seconds away from coming. Garrett lifts my hips, tilting me as he thrusts back in. My walls pulse around him when he hits at a new angle, triggering the start of my release. Black dots dance in the corners of my eyes and I time it so when the next time he pushes forward, I slip the vibrator underneath his cock and press it to his balls.
“Holy shit.” He gasps, his whole body shuddering as he slams in one last time before he’s spilling his own release.
Garrett drops my leg and sets me back on the bed as he reaches between us to take the toy from my hand. He turns it off, tosses it to the side, and drops his forehead to my shoulder while we catch our breath.
“The next time you need relief,” Garrett says when he finally starts to remove himself, “you come to my bed.”