Chapter 7 Paige #2
And that's all it takes. I shatter around him, my walls clenching down on his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. I cry out his name, my voice hoarse and broken, as he continues to thrust into me, drawing out my release.
And then he's coming too, his hips stuttering against mine as he spills himself inside me with a low, guttural groan. He collapses on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my neck as we both struggle to catch our breath.
For a long moment, we just lie there, our bodies tangled together and our hearts racing in sync. I can feel the sweat cooling on my skin, the stickiness between my thighs, but I don't care.
All I care about is the man in my arms, the way he makes me feel alive and whole and utterly, completely satisfied.
"That was..." I trail off, struggling to find the words.
"Incredible," he finishes, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. "You're incredible, Paige."
I feel a warmth bloom in my chest at his words, a tenderness that I'm not quite ready to examine. Because this is supposed to be just sex, just a physical release.
But as he holds me close, his heartbeat steady against my chest...
I know it's so much more than that.
We lie there for a while longer, basking in the afterglow and trading lazy kisses and soft touches. But eventually, reality starts to creep back in, the outside world intruding on our little bubble of bliss.
"We should probably get going," I murmur reluctantly, my fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. "We're already late for work as it is."
He sighs, his arms tightening around me. "I know. But I don't want to move. I just want to stay here with you all day."
I smile, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "As tempting as that sounds, we both know we can't. We have a project to finish, remember?"
He groans, burying his face in my neck. "Fuck the project. Let's just run away together, find a deserted island somewhere and live off coconuts and sex."
I laugh, smacking him lightly on the arm. "Tempting, but I think I'd miss indoor plumbing and Wi-Fi too much."
He pulls back, grinning down at me. "Fair enough. But just for the record, I would totally give up indoor plumbing and Wi-Fi for you."
I feel my heart skip a beat at his words, a flutter of something warm and tender and terrifying in my chest. Because he's joking, of course he is, but there's a kernel of truth in there too.
A hint of something deeper, something more meaningful than just sex and banter and stolen moments in supply closets.
And as much as I want to ignore it, as much as I want to keep things casual and uncomplicated...
I'm falling for him. Falling hard and fast and completely against my will.
And I have no idea what to do about it.
We're late for work that morning, stumbling into the office with rumpled clothes and guilty expressions. I can feel Jamie's eyes on me, her gaze knowing and more than a little amused.
But I ignore her, heading straight for my desk and burying myself in work. I can't think about Alex right now, about the things he does to my body.
I have to focus on the project, on getting MindMeld ready for launch. Everything else is just a distraction, a temporary blip on the radar.
But even as I tell myself that, even as I try to convince myself that this thing with Alex is just a passing physical release…
I know it's not true.
Because every time he looks at me, every time he touches me or kisses me or whispers my name in that low, rough voice...
I fall a little bit more.
And I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever be able to get back up again.
The rest of the day passes in a blur of meetings and coding sessions, and before I know it, it's time to go home.
Alex is waiting for me by the elevators, his hands in his pockets and a soft smile on his face.
"Hey," he says, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looks at me. "Ready to go?"
I nod, trying to ignore the way my heart stutters in my chest.
We ride the elevator down in silence, the air between us charged with tension. I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, the way his eyes linger on the curve of my neck and the swell of my breasts.
It makes me want to push him up against the wall and kiss him until we're both breathless, until the rest of the world fades away and it's just us, lost in each other.
But I don't. Because we're in public, and because I'm trying to keep this thing between us casual, uncomplicated.
Even if it's getting harder and harder to pretend that's all it is.
He walks me to my car, his hand resting on the small of my back. It's a small gesture, barely even a touch, but it feels like the heat of his hand is searing my skin.
"So," he says, leaning against the driver's side door as I fumble with my keys. "Any plans for tonight?"
I shrug, trying to keep my voice casual. "Not really. Probably just going to go home and work on some code, maybe watch some Netflix."
He nods, his eyes searching mine. "Sounds nice. Mind if I join you?"
I blink, caught off guard by the question. "You want to come over and watch Netflix with me?"
He grins, that familiar spark of mischief in his eyes. "Among other things."
My skin heats at the implication in his words.
"I don't know," I hedge, biting my lip. "It's probably not a good idea."
His smile softens, his hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "Come on, Paige. It's just Netflix and chill. What's the harm in that?"
I swallow hard, my pulse thrumming in my veins. He's right, of course. It's just a casual hangout, a way to unwind after a long day.
But with Alex, nothing is ever just casual. Everything feels charged, electric, like a live wire waiting to spark.
And I'm not sure I trust myself around him, not when he makes me feel things I've never felt before.
"Okay," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "Come over around eight. And bring snacks."
He grins, his eyes lighting up with triumph. "You got it, boss."
He leans in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, sweet kiss that makes my heart lurch.
"See you tonight," he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin.
And then he's gone, striding away across the parking lot with that familiar swagger in his step.
I watch him go, my heart pounding in my chest and my skin tingling with anticipation.
Tonight. He's coming over tonight, and we're going to watch Netflix and eat snacks and probably do a whole lot more than that.
And even though I know I'm setting myself up for heartbreak...
I can't fucking wait.