19. Garrett
GARRETT
“ D o you need anything else from me?” Gwen asks from the doorway. I glance at the time, shocked to find that it’s already after six.
“Did you add the meeting with Dalton Security to the calendar?” I ask.
It’s been three weeks since Paige started staying with me. Every time we think that we’re in the clear, some determined reporter will manage to find us, which always leads to more following suit. Everyone had expected the craze to blow over after a week or two, but nothing changed.
Paige went back to her place a few days ago to get a feel for if things were finally going back to normal. Sam was with her the entire time, but even they had to call the police when one reporter tried following them into the building.
After that, I stopped putting off hiring a security detail. A few phone calls later and I was sold on their offers to upgrade our systems and alarms, while also setting myself and Paige up with an escort or two.
Gwen nods, making a couple of her gray curls bounce with the movement. “Yes. The meeting is with Emmett Dalton next Thursday.”
“Perfect. Have a good weekend.” I grab my things from my desk and power my computer down. I still have a couple emails left to respond to, but those can be done from my phone while I watch more cheesy holiday movies with Paige. Ever since Thanksgiving passed last month, she’s been in full Christmas mode.
Celebrating the Holidays in Florida is something I’m still not used to. Having grown up with snow marking the start of the season always helped get me into the spirit. The city does decorate. Almost every palm tree you pass is wrapped in shining lights. But before this year, it never felt the same as it used to.
At least that’s how it was before one night on the elevator ride back up to the penthouse, Paige asked if she could decorate. It was the easiest yes ever. I took her to the store and told her to pick out everything she wanted to decorate with. It was the one trip out that wasn’t cut short by nosy reporters showing up and ruining our time. We then blasted Christmas music and I followed her every order on where to put things until my penthouse rivaled the North Pole.
Christmas might still be over two weeks away, but at least my home is ready for it.
Gwen huffs. “I don’t know a single person who would consider Christmas shopping for two picky teenage boys a good time, but I’ll try.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Video games and gift cards, Gwen. Makes it easier for you in the long run.”
She laughs, talking about how she misses the old days when they would spend all day around the tree as she leaves. I follow behind, finding most of the office already cleared out, and hurry toward the elevators.
Loosening my tie, I grin as the numbers rise, carrying me closer to Paige.
The doors open and I hesitate at the darkness that greets me. If it weren’t for the colorful lights glowing from the end of the foyer, I would have assumed no one was here.
I move to set my wallet and keys on the entryway table, grinning when I see the brown box set on it. I drop my suit jacket in its place and bring it with me toward the only light on.
I find Paige on the floor, a pile of blankets and couch cushions surrounding her in a cozy makeshift nest in front of the windows. The string lights from the Christmas tree igniting the space seem to be the only thing she left on before settling in. Her hair is thrown up in one of those messy buns and the shirt she has on hangs off her shoulder.
Everything about the sight before me has a sense of rightness settling through me. Despite the reason why she’s here, from where I’m standing, she looks like she’s right where she belongs.
“Well, doesn’t that look cozy,” I say in greeting. Paige looks over her shoulder and grins.
“There’s a thunderstorm.” She pats the spot beside her, twisting back to the windows just as a strike of lightning flashes across the sky.
I gravitate to her, carefully settling in beside her so as not to disrupt her perfect setup. She leans into me instantly, and I kiss her temple.
“This is for you.” I wait for her to sit back up straight and place the box on her lap.
“Christmas isn’t for another fifteen days.” She protests weakly while already starting to pick at the tape on the box.
“Well, this couldn’t wait.”
She rips the box open, immediately laughing when she sees the contents inside.
“I told you that you didn’t need to replace them!” She grins, pulling out the top matching pajama set. “Oh my God, how many are in here?”
“Ten. I got a set in every color they had available.” I bend down and kiss the exposed skin of her shoulder. “I told you that I liked how they look on you.”
Paige shakes her head, dropping the items back in the box, and sets it aside before turning to me.
“Are you asking me to wear those instead of the T-shirt dresses?” she teases.
“Fuck no, those things are just as hot on you.” I reach up to grip the back of her neck and gently pull her toward me. “You could wear a potato sack and it would be the sexiest thing ever.”
My lips are on her before she can even think about denying it.
The kiss starts slow, but when my fingers flex at the nape of her neck, Paige moans. Without pulling her mouth from mine, she tosses a leg over my lap until she’s straddling me. As she gyrates her hips, grinding herself against my growing erection, I work on removing the clothes that separate us.
My hand slips beneath her shirt, pushing it up until we finally have to break apart so I can pull it over her head. She dips her head back when I lean in to capture one of her hardened nipples in my mouth. Paige cries out, her thighs clenching around my hips, as I do it again.
While I ravish her chest, my hands grip her ass, gently guiding her motion to help her find some friction. My fingers dip inside her shorts and I groan when they’re met with her wet heat.
“No underwear?” I mumble against her lips, teasing two fingers along her entrance before slowly working them in.
Paige gasps, dropping her head back and rocking against my hand. “No p-point,” she stutters.
Her fingers find my tie, pulling at the knot and loosening it more before moving on to fumble with my shirt buttons.
I twist my fingers, searching for the spot inside her that draws out such pretty sounds. Her pussy flutters around my fingers and I know she’s close. Reluctantly, I pull out, earning grumbles of protests in response.
“Shorts off and turn around.” I tap the side of her ass and help her move.
While she scrambles to follow directions, I finish removing my clothes and quickly grab a condom from the side table.
After finding Paige with her vibrator, not a single day has passed where I haven’t ended up inside of her. The first couple times we got ourselves worked up either in the kitchen or curled up on the couch, it was really annoying to have to pause to go get a condom. So one day after bending her over my kitchen table, Paige went and scattered condoms through every room in the penthouse.
I make quick work of rolling the condom over my hard length, stroking myself a few times before turning back to Paige. She watches me over her shoulder through hooded lids, her pupils blown wide so hardly any of that pretty blue is visible.
Her round ass sways, a clear invitation and reminder for me to hurry up. Pushing to my knees, I palm her ass, marveling at the way her skin looks in the soft light.
Another lightning strike flashes across the sky before us, causing Paige to gasp and jolt back into me so her plump ass bumps into my cock. A move that doesn’t seem all that coincidental. The shock of the lightning forgotten, she shifts her hips until my cock notches at her entrance.
My breath catches and I glide my hand up her back to rest between her shoulder blades. Nudging her forward, I move with her until her chest is pressed against the pillows.
Slowly, I pump myself into her, setting a pace that I know will have her begging in a matter of minutes. By the time I’ve worked my entire length inside of her, pausing to slow my breath and not finish too soon, she’s spewing out indecipherable pleas. She shimmies her hips, her pussy walls clenching around me, and I almost blow my load.
Tangling my fingers back into her hair, not giving a single fuck if I mess up the bun she had it in, I tighten my grip and tug her up. Paige follows the movement, and I band my arm around her waist, flattening my palm over her stomach to hold her against me. With her back molded to my chest, I pull my hips back slightly before slamming back into her.
“Oh fuck,” she moans beautifully at the new angle and tilts her head toward mine. I kiss her for a few seconds, thrusting into her until her entire body is shaking in my arms.
With my hold still in her hair, I force her to look forward, straight at our reflection in the glass while the storm rages on outside. I slide my hand on her stomach down, using her arousal to coat my fingers before circling her clit.
“Look at how beautiful you are while my cock is inside of you.” I nip at the spot just below her ear. Another flash of lightning blazes through the sky and her pussy clenches in response. Holding her gaze in the window, I apply more pressure to her clit. “Now show me how beautifully you fall apart.”
When I thrust in again, I pinch her clit and she comes. Beautiful moans and sighs escape her lips as her pussy flutters around my cock. My balls draw tight, tingles gathering at the base of my spine as I drop my forehead to her shoulder. Muscles tighten and I curse, pumping into her a few more times before my release is being torn from me.
I look up just in time to find Paige already watching me as she rides out her orgasm, and her name slips from my lips. My heart thunders in my ear, neither of us looking away as we come together.
Something deep inside my chest clicks into place as she leans back against me to catch her breath. I pepper her with kisses everywhere I can reach, holding her to me as I pull myself out, and arrange us to lie on our backs in her cozy setup. I grab one of the fuzzy blankets she brought with her and drape it around us while we catch up on our days and watch the thunderstorm roll over the city.
As she tells me all about the updates for a new hire named Stella that is a friend of Eva’s moving to the city, I recognize the feeling brewing inside me for what it is.
Not that there was ever any doubt in my mind just how deep my feelings for Paige ran. But as she curls into my side, tracing mindless circles over my heart, I think the words to myself for now.
I love her.