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“You’re always so wet and eager.” I love the things he says to me when we’re like this. I implore him to say something else and he reads my mind. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.” I manage to whisper, but I’m not as good at this as he is.
He takes his fingers out and I feel his hard tip sliding up and down. “Tell me where you want me.”
“Inside me.” It comes out a little louder, but still barely more than a whisper.
“When?” He’s still teasing me, but uses a little more pressure.
“Now,” I manage to say a little louder.
“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you, Paige. When did you say you want me?” He’s taunting me.
“Right now!” I scream as I push back and force him inside me.
I hear him hiss through his teeth. “Then right now you shall have me.”
I feel his hands on my hips and I hear him groan as he sinks deep inside me with more force than I thought possible. I call out from the shock of it. “You like it this way, don’t you?”
I can’t lie. I love it. “Yes.” It’s all I can manage with him pounding into me.
He slows his pace a little and I feel one of his hands leave my hip to slide down my spine. “I love having you this way.”
I’m like a cat bending to his touch. He holds so much power over me … I wonder if he knows.
I spiral until he takes me to that place, the one where I implode as he drives hard into me one last time. A few moments later, I feel his kiss against my back. “Pack a bag. You’re coming home with me. But don’t change. I want you just the way you are.”
He doesn’t have to ask me twice.
18
Jack McLachlan
Paige is in her room packing when I hear the lock jiggle. Ben Donavon comes through the door to find me in his living room, sitting on the arm of his couch—the same one I just bent Paige over—and I stifle my laughter. He’s not happy with my presence and is about to question it when Paige comes out of her bedroom.
He sees her bag and reads the situation for what it is. She’s choosing to leave with me, not stay here with him. “Going somewhere?”
“Yeah, I’m staying with Lachlan tonight.”
He’s pissed off and that makes me more eager to get her away from him. “When should I tell Addison you’ll be back?”
She looks to me for an answer, but I don’t have one. I haven’t thought about a plan beyond tonight. “She’ll call and let her know.”
He’s furious because this isn’t his plan. His involved coming back to the apartment to have some alone time with Paige. Too bad. The only one-on-one she’s getting tonight is in my bed.
I put my arm around her and take her bag. “Ready, baby?”
Paige glances at me and grins. “I think so.”
As we walk out the door, I taunt him over my shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Ben.”
He doesn’t say anything back. Sore loser.
I see Paige’s gift by the door when we pull up. I called and canceled the delivery to the apartment and instead had it brought to the vineyard the moment my mum convinced me to spend Christmas with my “girlfriend.”
My poor mum. She thinks she sent me here to woo her potential daughter-in-law, not indulge in my latest lewd act.
Paige sees the gift on the porch when we get out of the car. “Check it out. Someone left a Christmas gift for you by the door.”
I try not to grin. “Hmm, I wonder who would have done that since all of the staff are still gone for the holidays.”
I unlock the door and grab the gift before she has time to investigate the name on the card. We go into the living room and I put it down on the coffee table. “Want to go ahead and take your bag to the bedroom?”
“Sure.”
I watch her disappear down the hall, and it makes me smile. She’s familiar with all of this—me, my house, the things I want to do to her. She hasn’t been shocked or apprehensive about anything so far. The others were uptight and stuffy, but Paige is different. She’s so much better.
She comes back into the living room and sits next to me on the couch. I pass her one of the glasses of wine I’ve poured. “Thank you.”
She lifts it to her mouth and then makes a guess at the type. “Merlot?”
“Very good, my young apprentice.”
She smiles, pleased with herself. “I have a great master.”
“Perhaps.” I take the wine from her hand and put our glasses aside. I lift the large gift from the coffee table and hand her the card. “I’m dying to see who this is from. Read the card to me.”
She smiles as she takes it. “Merry Christmas to Paige, from Lachlan.” Her smile fades when it registers. “You got me a gift?”
“I did.”
“When did you have time?”
“When isn’t important.” I place the box across her lap and I’m surprised by the joy I’m feeling. I’ve gone from one extreme to the other today. I was discontent when I woke this morning and thought about not being with her when she opened this, but now I’m antsy to see her reaction. “Open it.”
“But I don’t have a gift for you.”
I shrug. “Doesn’t matter. Open it already.”
She tears the paper slowly. I can tell she’s guarded, perhaps thinking of all the things the large box could contain. Of the things running through her mind, I don’t think this one she considers.
When she opens the box, she sees the case adorned with one word: Martin. She knows what’s inside. I can’t decipher what I see on her face. Is she not happy?
My other companions were ecstatic to get gifts. Of course, I usually give them something lavish, like jewelry. Maybe she was hoping for something along those lines. Should I have given her diamond earrings instead?
She swallows hard and pulls the brown case from the box. She places it across her lap and looks at me. She seems sad, and I don’t know why. I wish I knew what she was thinking.
She pushes the brass drawbolt latch up with her thumb and opens the top of the case. She stares quietly at the Martin D-45 she admired in the window of the music store before she grazes her fingers over it. I’m no closer to knowing what’s going through her mind. It’s frustrating and I begin to wonder if I’ve done something wrong. Perhaps it isn’t the right guitar.
I can stand it no longer. “You have to tell me what you’re thinking.”
