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Growling, I roughly lift her face and spit my command at her. “Fix your clothes so we can leave.” I push away from her and wait while her fingers clumsily adjust her clothes and rebutton her jeans.
Once she’s done, I grip her elbow and guide her out of the shop. As we are leaving, I glance up and see a woman staring at us from the doorway leading to the backroom. Narrowing my eyes, I challenge her to say something. Rather than rise to my unspoken threat, she looks between Paige and me before spinning on her heel and storming to the back.
I’m not sure what she’s going to do but I can tell there’s going to be an issue I need to take care of sooner than later. I look back at Paige stumbling along beside me and speed up my steps.
Yes, I need to solve whatever problem that is but I need to address my girl’s betrayal first.
The drive back to my house is quiet. I keep my focus straight ahead, knowing if I look at her too much, I’m going to pull over the car and fuck her on the side of the road. I shift in my seat, pushing the visual out of my head and press down harder on the gas pedal.
Paige hasn’t said anything. I was mildly surprised when she climbed into my car with no hint of an argument. She didn’t react as I reached across her and buckled the seat belt, pulling on the belt to ensure it was secure. After I had rounded the vehicle and climbed into the driver’s seat, she had averted her gaze out the window and hasn’t moved since.
The dash lights up with an incoming call and I give Paige a warning look before pressing the button to answer.
“Where have you been?” Jesse’s voice filters through the speakers. I roll my eyes and work to keep my voice even.
“Aww, you worried about me hunny?”
Jesse scoffs on the other end of the line and I swipe the side of my mouth to hide the smirk. “You know I always worry about yousweetie.” I can hear the laughter trying to break through his irritated tone and give up on my attempts to hide my own humor. “Seriously though, you’ve been MIA for a week. Rachel said you pushed all your appointments and refused calls from anyone. What’s going on with you man?”
I shift my eyes to Paige as I answer. “Something came up that I had to take care of. I shouldn’t be gone much longer and you can catch me up on everything I missed.”
Jesse grunts and clucks his tongue. “Sometimes it feels like I’m the one running the company and you’re just the pretty face on the brochures.” I bark a laugh, he’s not wrong.
“Gee thanks sugar plum, I love it when you say such sweet things to me.”
I can practically hear Jesse rolling his eyes as he grumbles his response. “Yeah, whatever, you know what I mean. I really do need you to start acting like the boss, though, or give me a new title or something.” I contemplate his words. It wouldn’t be such a bad idea to put Jesse in charge and take a step back. I had started the business to avoid having to work for others and the necessity of money to pay bills. With our continued success, I’ve more than accomplished both those goals.
A familiar anxiety creeps up at the possibility of relinquishing control and it resulting in disaster. We never had money when I was a kid and I have no interest in living that way again. Especially when money helps to grease palms and open doors to make my hobby easier. My mind wanders back to the man responsible for our lack of stability and finances growing up. The knot in my chest tightens more and I grip the steering wheel harder. I long ago dealt with the heartless fucker and refuse to think about him.
The sound of material shifting brings me back to the present and I glance over to my raven-haired beauty sitting in the passenger seat, nibbling on her thumb. I narrow my eyes at the expression on her face. Deciding it’s best to end the call quickly before she acts on the thoughts I can see running through her mind, I tell Jesse I’ll text him later to let him know when I plan on heading to the office.
I end the call and shoot a look at Paige. She looks back with false innocence, lowering her hand to her lap. Shaking my head, I return my attention back to the road. Looks like I have more work to do, because this woman, my woman, still doesn’t understand.
There’s no one who can save her now.
We arrive at my house and I guide Paige inside by the elbow again, depositing her on the couch. Her eyes flick nervously around the space and she presses her lips tightly together. I study her momentarily before locking the door and striding into the kitchen.
Pulling out the ingredients for a simple sandwich, I make quick work of lunches for us both. Throwing some chips on the plate, I grab a couple cans of soda before making my way to the couch. Depositing the food on the coffee table, I slump into the sofa and kick my feet up as I grab my plate and shove half the sandwich into my mouth.
Paige watches me slack-jawed, suspicion marring her features as she reaches forward to pick up her drink. The sound of the seal breaking is loud in the otherwise silent room and she flinches before bringing the can to her lips. Taking another bite, I watch with rapt attention as she swallows down the soda, head tipped back and eyes nearly shut. I lick my lips, fixated on hers wrapped around the small hole in the aluminum.
Sensing my gaze, Paige looks at me and slowly lowers the drink, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. I indicate she should eat by tilting my head toward her plate of food. Following my direction, she leans forward and grabs the sandwich, taking a tentative bite. I can’t peel my eyes away from her, darting between her lips and throat as she chews and swallows.
Encouraged that I haven’t poisoned her food, she dives in for another bite and manages to cause a large dollop of mustard to land on the skin peeking out from the top of her shirt. She reaches to wipe away the mess but I snap my hand out and grip her wrist, stilling the movement. Her eyes meet mine in confusion that shifts to fear as I lean forward. My lips seal over the wayward condiment and I suck, my cock twitching as Paige softly moans.
I snake my other hand up and knead her breast as I continue to suck on her exposed chest. She lets out a husky moan and tries to pull away. I growl and tighten my fingers, gripping her breast hard enough I’m sure it’s painful. Releasing her wrist with my other hand, I reach up to push her down into the cushion. She falls back without resistance, her body craving me as much as I crave her.
Her breaths come out in puffs as she tries to speak past her lust filled haze. “Sandwich.” She pants.
I lift my head and look down at her with amusement. My eyes drift to the sandwich grasped tightly in her hand. Leaning forward, I take the last of her food in my mouth. My teeth brush against her fingers and cause a shudder to run through her body. With my eyes on hers, I work my jaw to chew around the large mouthful. Swallowing, I return to lick her fingers clean before sucking them into my mouth and gently biting down. Her back arches as her lids become heavy.
Drawing back, I release her fingers with a pop before returning my lips to her chest. I trail kisses along her collarbone, working my way up her throat. My hands continue massaging her breasts and tugging on her hardened nipples through the material of her shirt and bra. I pinch them with a twist of my fingers, causing her to gasp and lift her hips into me.
There’s too many layers between us and my patience has worn thin.
Sitting up, I whip off my shirt before reaching for her jeans. Making quick work of the button and zipper, I grip the hem of her pants and underwear, tearing them off of her body. Paige lets out a squeak at the sudden movement but I don't stop. Reaching forward, I grasp the top of her shirt and rip it apart, exposing her bra. I let out a growl when I see the black lacy material resting on her pale skin.
Glowering, I raise my eyes to hers. “Who did you wear this for?” I snarl. Paige whimpers but doesn’t reply. Glancing down again at the transparent bra, I push off of her, my ire increasing as I stalk over to my bag on the kitchen table.
