20. Paige
Paige
The lock clicks, and I turn on Aiden before his hand leaves the door.
I catch his shirt in both fists and pull his mouth to mine. He answers with a rough sound, his hands closing around my waist as I kiss him, every filthy promise he whispered at the fundraiser still burning through me.
He backs me across the tack room until my hips hit the worktable.
“You made me wait,” I say against his mouth.
“You spent two hours making sure I suffered with you.”
“I was working.”
“You rubbed your breasts against me in a storage room.”
“That box needed supervision.”
Aiden grips my ass and lifts me onto the table. “You’re done supervising.”
The wood is cool beneath my thighs. I spread my knees and pull him between them, letting my skirt ride higher.
His eyes drop.
“Is this what you wanted when you chose the room?”
“I chose the room because it has a lock and a sturdy table.”
“You inspected it quickly.”
“I know what I need.”
He looks up at me. “Tell me.”
I hook my fingers through his belt loops and drag him closer. “Finish what you started in front of the library.”
Aiden slides one hand beneath my skirt. His fingertips trace the edge of my panties, and my hips lift before I can stop them.
“I started by telling everyone you’re mine.”
“You started by making a scene.”
“You kissed me back.”
“I did more than that.”
“You liked every person there knowing you were with me.”
His fingers press between my thighs through the damp fabric. I grip his shoulders as he finds my clit and circles it.
“I liked you knowing,” I say.
His mouth moves to my neck. “Trust me, Paige. I know exactly who you’re with.”
He pushes my panties aside and drags two fingers through my wetness.
“You’ve been this wet since the booth?”
“Threatening a children’s librarian in the middle of her fundraiser has consequences.”
“I gave you fair warning.”
“You gave me a countdown.”
His fingers slide inside me, deep enough to make me gasp. He curls them, hitting the spot that makes my thighs clamp around his hips.
“Then you spent the entire countdown teasing me,” he says.
“You looked like you could handle it.”
“I handled it.”
“Barely.”
Aiden pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth. He sucks them clean without looking away from me.
“Fuck, you taste good.”
Heat rushes across my skin.
“You’re staring,” he says.
“You’re licking me off your fingers in your family’s tack room.”
“And?”
“And I’m beginning to understand why people break rules.”
His mouth curves, but there’s nothing playful about the way he looks at me. “Take off your panties.”
I slide from the table, push them down my legs, and step free. When Aiden reaches for me, I put one hand against his chest.
“I want you bare.”
His entire body goes still. “You’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t have said it if I wasn’t.”
His eyes darken as he loosens his belt and shoves his jeans low enough to free his cock. I wrap my hand around him, and his hips jerk into my grip.
“Easy,” I tell him. “I’m still giving the instructions.”
“You told me to make you say you’re mine.”
“I can do two things at once.”
“You’re about to prove it.”
I climb back onto the table and spread my thighs. Aiden steps between them, but when he reaches for me, I catch his wrist.
“No teasing. I want you inside me.”
He grips my thigh and guides himself to my entrance. The broad head of his cock presses against me, slick and hot, and the realization that there’s nothing between us sends a hard pulse through my stomach.
Aiden feels it too. His jaw tightens as he pushes inside me.
“Oh, fuck.”
The words come from both of us.
He fills me slowly, every thick inch dragging against me until my leg locks around his waist. When our bodies finally meet, Aiden stops and drops his forehead to mine.
“You feel different,” he says.
“So do you.”
“No.” His fingers dig into my thigh. “You’re so fucking hot around me. So wet. I can feel every time you squeeze my cock.”
I do it again deliberately.
His eyes close for one second. “That’s mean.”
“I’ve been waiting all afternoon. I’m not feeling generous.”
I roll my hips, trying to make him move, but he holds me still.
“What are you waiting for?”
“You.” His voice is rough. “I need to know you’re good.”
“I’m better than good.” I tighten my leg around him. “Now fuck me.”
His hand slides into my hair at the nape. “Hold on.”
He withdraws and drives into me.
The table jolts beneath us. I catch his shoulders as he thrusts again, harder this time, then settles into the fast, punishing rhythm I’ve wanted since he whispered that countdown in my ear.
“Yes.”
Aiden pushes my skirt higher and looks down at where his bare cock disappears inside me. His breathing changes.
“Jesus Christ, Paige.”
“What?”
“I can see how wet you are every time I pull out.” He thrusts deep again. “And then you take me right back.”
My nails dig into his shoulders.
“Look at you,” he says. “Spread open on my table because I told another man you were mine.”
“I’m here because I chose to follow you.”
His eyes snap to mine.
I meet his next thrust and tighten around him. “Don’t confuse the two.”
“I know you chose this.”
“Then prove it.”
His mouth crashes into mine. He fucks me harder, one hand gripping my hip while the other holds the back of my neck. The worktable thumps against the wall, and each deep stroke drags another broken sound from me.
I bite his lower lip. “Is this all that territorial jealousy gets me?”
Aiden pulls back enough to look at me. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
He hooks my other leg around his waist and pulls me closer to the edge. The angle changes, and the next thrust hits so deep that I cry out.
“That?” he asks.
“Again.”
He gives it to me.
Hard. Deep. Exactly where I need him.
I slide one hand between us and circle my clit. Aiden watches my fingers for one stroke before lifting his eyes to mine.
“Tell me who makes you this wet.”
“You do.”
“Who knows how you need to be fucked?”
My fingers falter.
Aiden drives into me harder. “Say it.”
“You.”
“Who do you want coming inside this tight pussy?”
The filthy question sends a violent shiver through me.
“You,” I gasp. “Only you.”
His control slips. I can see it happen—the clench of his jaw, the strain in his neck, the way his hips drive harder between my thighs.
“Now say what I’ve wanted to hear all damn afternoon.”
I know the word he wants.
“You’re mine.”
His face goes raw.
“Fuck.”
I pull him closer with my legs. “Mine to follow. Mine to touch. Mine to tell exactly what I want.”
“Yes.”
“And right now, I want you to make me come.”
Aiden grips my hips and fucks me harder. I rub my clit faster, matching every stroke until the pressure winds so tight I can barely breathe.
“That’s it,” he says. “Come all over my cock.”
My orgasm tears through me. I cry out against his mouth as my body clenches around him, every pulse sharper because I can feel him bare inside me.
Aiden curses and tries to pull back, but I lock my legs around his waist.
“Don’t.”
His whole body strains. “Paige.”
“Come inside me.” I drag my mouth over his jaw. “I want to feel you.”
He thrusts once more and buries himself deep. His cock jerks inside me as he comes, and the first hot pulse sends another aftershock through my body.
“Fuck.” His hands tighten around me. “Fuck, Paige.”
I hold him close while he empties inside me, his face pressed against my neck and my name breaking apart in his mouth.
For several seconds, neither of us moves.
Aiden finally lifts his head. His hair is a mess, his breathing is wrecked, and the satisfied look on his face makes me want to drag him back inside me before we’ve even recovered.
“You reversed the claim,” he says.
“I improved it.”
A breathless laugh escapes him. “Of course you did.”
He eases out of me, and the intimate rush of warmth between my thighs makes his eyes drop.
His jaw tightens all over again.
“If you keep looking at me like that, we’re never leaving this room.”
“I’m considering it.”
“We have responsibilities.”
“I’m reconsidering those too.”
I laugh as he crosses to the small sink and returns with a clean cloth. He wipes between my thighs carefully, the tenderness of his touch completely at odds with the way he just fucked me.
Then he helps me down and retrieves my panties from beneath the table.
I take them from him and step into them. “Efficient.”
“I have a child waiting for me.”
“And I have a fundraiser.”
He smooths my skirt into place, but his palm stays curved around my hip.
“Mine,” he says quietly.
The word still sends heat through me, but I know what it means inside this locked room.
I cover his hand with mine. “You can call me yours when I’m the one choosing it.”
“I know.”
There’s no argument. No clever answer. Just the certainty in his voice.
Aiden retucks his shirt and fastens his belt while I use the dark screen of my phone to inspect my reflection. My hair advertises that a man had both hands buried in it. I rake my fingers through the strands, but the result only looks deliberately messy.
“You missed a piece,” Aiden says.
He steps behind me and frees a section caught beneath the back of my collar. His knuckles skim my neck as he smooths my hair down my back.
I turn and reach for his. “Hold still.”
“You weren’t concerned about neatness five minutes ago.”
“I wasn’t planning to return you to your family five minutes ago.”
“They’ve seen me disheveled.”
“Have they seen you looking that satisfied?”
His hands settle on my hips. “You’re the expert. How do I look?”
“Like a man who intends to brag.”
“I don’t have to.” He glances down at my rumpled skirt before meeting my eyes again. “You’ll be walking beside me.”
I laugh and flatten one stubborn section of his hair. He catches my wrist before I can lower my hand and presses a kiss to the center of my palm.
The afternoon sun feels indecently bright when Aiden opens the tack-room door.
He steps into the yard first and checks for witnesses. Anyone seeing us emerge, flushed and rumpled, would know exactly what we’d been doing.
“Clear?” I ask.
“You sound guilty.”
“I’m conducting a privacy assessment.”