“Can you help me with the zipper?” She asked, sweeping her hair to one side.
My mouth went dry.
I stepped behind her, my reflection meeting hers in the mirror. My bowtie was hanging open, my shirt half undone, hair messy from running my hands through it all night. While she looked like art, her skin flushed from dancing, her lips soft and parted.
I touched the tiny clasp at the top of her dress, hearing her breath hitch. Slowly, taking my time, I dragged the zipper down.
Inches of her smooth back revealed itself to me as I noticed the delicate curve of her spine and the small tremble in her shoulders.
I leaned in, my lips brushing her neck. She gasped and it was a soft, sultry sound that shot straight to my growing cock.
I kissed the slope of her shoulder. Then, the side of her throat. Then the space just behind her ear, where she melted completely against me. Her body went lax in my arms.
“You have no fucking idea,” I whispered, my voice rough. “What you do to me.”
She hummed, closing her eyes.
“I wanted to drag you to the nearest empty room tonight,” I said against her soft skin. “Throw you against the wall. And fuck you until you forgot your own name.”
Paige exhaled shakily, her body arching into mine. Her eyes fluttered open, and her lips parted. “Then why didn’t you?” she whispered.
The dress slipped off her shoulders, then down her waist, and finally pooled at her feet with a soft sigh of silk.
I cursed under my breath.
Fucking hell.
She was standing there in nothing but a tiny black bra and matching panties, her curves glowing under the warm lamplight, still wearing those damn heels that made her legs look endless. I could see her nipples poking through the fabric in the mirror, and I felt my control snap.
I turned her slowly to face me, lifting her chin with one finger. She looked up at me with hazy eyes, chest heaving with a rosy flush spreading down her throat.
“I didn’t,” I said, stepping closer and covering the distance between our bodies. “Because I wanted the first time I touched you like this to be somewhere, I could take my time.”
Her breath caught, eyes dilating as I continued with a filthy promise,
“And I’m going to take all the fucking time, Paige.”
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LET ME WORSHIP YOU
PAIGE
His words were full of a promise that made my panties wet.
I swallowed at the way his eyes raked over me. It made heat pool low in my belly, but it also made me hyper-aware of every soft curve, every stretch mark I usually kept hidden.
I crossed my arms over my stomach without thinking.
He gently pushed off my arms. “Don’t you dare hide from me, Paige,” he said, his voice rough. His hands cupped my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks, and then his mouth was on mine.
It started gently with our lips brushing, but the second I sighed into him, everything melted away. My anxiety, self-consciousness and any sort of boundary of our ‘friendship.’
He groaned, angling my head, and kissed me like he was starving. His tongue stroked mine, teeth nipping at my bottom lip until I moaned loud enough that my own ears burned with embarrassment. My hands clutched his shirt, or else I was sure I’d fall.
His fingers found the clasp of my bra, flicking it open with ease. The lace fell away, and he broke the kiss just long enough to look down at my naked breasts.
“Fuck me,” he breathed, his eyes looking more onyx than blue. “Look at these perfect tits.”
