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I don’t care if she strips down and gives me a lap dance, I’m not budging on that.
Of course, at the thought of her doing that, my cock springs to life. It likes the idea a little too much, but it’s the wrong place and wrong time for that. Paige can see exactly what she does to me.
“So you’re going to keep me trapped here for… God knows how long?” she snaps.
“This is about your safety,” I retort. “And the safety of our children.”
She moves closer. The spray from the shower is dotting the material of her dress. The moment she steps fully into the shower, it’ll turn transparent.
I really need to stop imagining how it’ll look if and when she does.
“I could wear a disguise,” she suggests. “A wig, big sunglasses, the whole nine yards. Would you like that?”
I cringe at the very thought. “No.”
She raises her eyebrows. “No?”
“What I mean is I’m not willing to take the risk,” I say firmly, although that’s extremely not what I meant. “Until I’ve got Petyr locked down, you’re safest inside these walls.”
She presses her lips together, thinking. Plotting. Scheming. “How about a compromise?”
“I don’t do compromises.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” She rolls her eyes. “But hear me out: I’ll stay inside like a good little girl… if you give me back my phone.”
“Paige—”
“Why not? The only person I actually talk to outside this house is Rowan.”
“Which means she’s going to be your first call the moment you get your phone back.”
“What if I promise not to contact her?” she asks. I hesitate, and Paige sees her opening. She steps right into the shower with me. “Are you saying you don’t trust me, Misha?”
I ignore that. “You’re getting wet.”
“I’m already wet,” she purrs suggestively.
I sigh, and Paige glances down. Her eyes widen at my erection before she looks back up to my face. “Why are you fighting me so hard? It’s clear we want the same thing.”
I shake my head. “I very much doubt that.”
She sighs in frustration. “I’m not an idiot, Misha. I can recognize an excuse from a mile away. I’ve heard more than enough of them my entire life. So tell me what you’re really scared of.” Before I can stop her, she wraps her hand around my cock. “Are you worried I might force you tofeelsomething?”
I swallow down a groan as she strokes her fingertips gently down my throbbing length.
“You don’t want to hurt me,” she continues. “You want me to recover. Fair enough. So just stand still. Let me take what I want.”
Then she drops to her knees right in the middle of my shower and slips my cock into her mouth.
The moment her full lips engulf me, I know there’s no way I’m stopping this. I’m not sure it’s even physically possible to pry myself loose from her.
So I do the only thing I can do: I lean against the wet bathroom tile for support as she sucks me deep. Instinctively, my hips start to move to the rhythm.
No. I cannot fuck her face. Because that will make me want to—
I stand as still as I can, but she grips my hips and sucks me faster, harder. Her head is bobbing up and down my cock, and I can feel the orgasm building fast.
“Blyat’,” I moan and pound my fist against the wall. I’m surprised the tiles don’t shatter.
