3. Paxton
PAXTON
The ledger blurs in front of me, numbers bleeding together like ink in rain. I pinch the bridge of my nose, exhaling through my teeth.
The estate accounts should hold my attention—millions in assets, investments, liabilities—but all I see is the way Paige's breath hitched when I slid my fingers inside her last night. The way her back arched off the mattress, her lips parting in that silent gasp.
I toss the pen onto the desk. It rolls off the edge, clattering to the floor.
Outside the window, golden afternoon light spills across the lawn. A breeze stirs the oaks, their leaves whispering against the pane.
And then I see her.
Paige.
Stretched out on a yoga mat, her body a slow, deliberate curve as she balances on one leg, the other hooked behind her knee.
Her honey-blonde hair is piled on top of her head, loose strands sticking to the nape of her neck.
She exhales, slow and steady, and lowers into a stretch, her ass lifting, the tight fabric of her leggings hugging every curve.
The white sports bra clings to her tits, the fabric damp with sweat, outlining the stiff peaks of her nipples. My cock twitches, heavy and insistent.
I grip the windowsill, knuckles whitening.
She shouldn't be out there. Not where anyone could see. Not where the gardeners might glance up from their trimming. Not where the security cameras catch every shift of her hips, every flex of her thighs.
Mine.
The word burns through me, possessive and primal. I should go out there. Drag her inside. Remind her exactly who she belongs to.
I should be working.
I should be making calls, signing contracts, ensuring the empire my father built doesn't crumble under my distraction.
Instead, I'm hard as steel, my pulse thudding in my throat, my fingers itching to touch her again. To hear those soft, sleepy moans as she comes apart beneath me.
The ledger lies forgotten.
The estate can wait.
She's the only thing that matters now.
The office door clicks shut behind me, the sound sharp in the quiet hallway.
My shoes eat up the marble floor, each step deliberate. The door groans as I pull it open, the afternoon heat rushing in like a living thing. Gravel crunches under my shoes as I cross the lawn, each step deliberate, each breath measured.
Paige doesn't hear me, too lost in her own rhythm, her body swaying like a reed in the wind. The late afternoon sun paints her skin gold, and I want to lick every inch of it.
She straightens when I'm close enough to cast a shadow over her mat. Her eyes flick up, those hazel depths sharp with surprise, then soften with something warmer. Something that makes my chest ache.
"Paxton." Her voice is light, teasing. "What are you doing out here? You're supposed to be working."
I don't answer. Instead, I crouch beside her, my fingers brushing the small of her back. Her skin is warm, damp with sweat. My cock throbs, pressing against the zipper of my slacks.
"You're distracting me," I murmur, my thumb tracing circles just above the waistband of her leggings.
She laughs, breathless. "I'm just doing yoga."
"You're doing it half-naked in the middle of the garden." My voice is rough, edged with something darker. "Where anyone could see."
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn't look away. "No one's out here but us."
"That's not the point." I lean in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "You're mine, Paige. And I don't share."
She shivers, her breath hitching. "I didn't realize I was on display."
"You are." My hand slides lower, gripping the curve of her ass. "And it's making me hard."
Her eyes dart to my crotch, then back up, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. "You're impossible."
"I think you're good for today. Your body already looks amazing."
She hesitates, her gaze flickering away for a second before meeting mine again. "I want to be so tired tonight that I don't wake up. Not for anything."
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My cock jerks, aching. I want that too, her so exhausted, so spent, that she sleeps through the night, her body limp and pliant beneath me. I want to wear her out, to leave her dripping and trembling, her pussy so sensitive she whimpers with every step.
Before I can answer, a voice cuts through the haze of lust.
"Mr. Miller."
I stiffen.
Nathan stands at the edge of the patio, his expression unreadable. His eyes flick to Paige, then back to me, and I know he's putting the pieces together. He's been with me long enough to recognize the look in my eyes.
"What is it?" My voice is a growl, irritation flaring.
"Urgent call from the Tokyo office. They need your approval on the merger terms before the market closes."
I exhale sharply, my grip on Paige tightening for a second before I force myself to let go. She steps back, her cheeks flushed.
"Go," she murmurs, her voice soft. "I'll see you tonight. If you have it."
I stand, my body protesting the distance between us. "It's already in your room."
"Tonight, then."
"Tonight," I promise, my voice low. "Make sure you're so tired that you'll sleep so deep, not even an earthquake would wake you."
Her breath catches.
Nathan clears his throat.
I don't look back as I follow him inside. But I can feel her eyes on me the whole way.
The door clicks shut behind me, the sound swallowed by the thick silence of Paige's bedroom. Moonlight spills through the curtains, painting her in silver and shadow.
She's curled on her side, one arm tucked beneath her pillow, the other draped over her waist. The camisole she's wearing is practically see-through, the fabric clinging to the swell of her breasts, the dark peaks of her nipples pressing against the thin cotton like an invitation.
My cock throbs, heavy and insistent against my thigh.
I strip off my shirt, tossing it aside, then kick off my shoes. The bed dips under my weight as I crawl toward her, my hands sliding up her legs, her thighs, her hips.
The camisole peels away with a whisper, baring her breasts to the cool air… and to me. My breath catches at the sight of her, all curves and flushed skin in the moonlight.
I start at her collarbone, pressing my lips to the delicate dip before trailing kisses down the slope of her breast. Her nipple tightens under my tongue, a perfect, pebbled peak begging for attention.
I take it between my teeth, just enough pressure to make her shift in her sleep, a breathy little moan escaping her lips.
My hands roam. One palm cups her breast, thumb circling the stiff peak, while the other slides down her stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of her panties. She's already wet, her arousal slick against my skin as I tease her, slow and deliberate.
Her back arches slightly, her body responding even in sleep. I drag my mouth lower, nipping at her hipbone, then lower still, inhaling the sweet scent of her.
She doesn't stir. Not even when my fingers hook into the waistband of her panties and drag them down her legs. The scent of her arousal hits me like a punch… sweet, musky, intoxicating. I groan, my mouth watering.
I spread her legs, my thumbs parting her folds. She's already wet, her pussy glistening in the dim light. My breath hitches. I can't wait. I don't want to.
I lower my head, my tongue dragging through her slit, slow and deliberate. She tastes like sin and honey, and I want to drown in it. Her hips jerk, a soft moan slipping from her lips, but her eyes stay closed. Asleep. Completely at my mercy.
"Fuck, baby," I murmur against her, my voice rough. "You're so fucking wet for me. Even in your sleep."
I lick her again, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Her back arches, her fingers tangling in the sheets. I groan, my cock leaking at the sight of her coming undone.
I want to ruin her. I want to make her scream.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them against that sweet spot that makes her gasp. Her walls clench around me, tight and hot, and I can't help the growl that rumbles in my chest. "That's it, Paige. Take it. Take my fingers."
She whimpers, her hips rolling against my mouth. I can feel her getting closer, her body trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I don't let up. I fuck her with my fingers, my tongue working her clit in slow, relentless circles.
"You're gonna come for me, aren't you?" I murmur, my voice dark with hunger. "Gonna come all over my face while you're still asleep."
Her breath hitches, her thighs trembling. I can feel her right on the edge, her body coiled tight.
I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her slick folds. "Come."
She gasps, her back arching off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Mmm."
"That's it," I say, my tongue flicking over her clit. "Just feel it, baby. Let go."
And she does.
Her body shudders, her walls clamping down on my fingers as she comes with a broken cry. I don't stop. I keep licking, keep fucking her with my fingers, drawing out her orgasm until she's limp and trembling beneath me.
Only then do I pull back, my lips and chin slick with her arousal. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, my eyes locked on her.
She's still asleep, her chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. Beautiful. Perfect.
Mine.
I crawl up her body, my hands reaching for her tits, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I take one into my mouth, sucking hard, my teeth grazing the sensitive peak. She moans, her hips lifting off the bed, her body already craving more.
I grin against her skin. "Are you ready for more?"
She doesn't answer. She's still asleep, her body responding to me even when her mind can't.
I reach down, freeing my cock from my pants. It's thick and heavy in my hand, the tip already slick with precum. I stroke myself once, twice, my eyes never leaving her face. She's so fucking beautiful like this, helpless, wanton, completely at my mercy.
I notch myself at her entrance, my breath catching. She's still wet, still swollen from her orgasm, and I know she can take me. I know she'll feel every inch.