Page 12 of Change of Plans

Paige wasn’t backby the time I finished my call to Erik, so I headed back the way she’d gone. It wasn’t difficult to find the storage room since there were only four doors, and each one was clearly marked, including the one that was open at the end of the hall.

She was standing in front of a beautiful landscape of a waterfall when I entered.

“I like it,” I said as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. “Erik says he knows a place that guarantees flowers for any occasion, so he and Tanya are heading over there. It’ll probably be an hour before they get here.”

“That gives us plenty of time to get the paintings up before the chairs arrive.”

With her firm, fine ass pushed back against my thighs, my focus was definitely not on setting things up.

“I can think of some other things we could do with an hour.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.

“Seriously?” She looked over her shoulder, an eyebrow cocked in amused disbelief.

I grinned at her. “Do you really think it’s going to take us a whole hour to put up some paintings?”

“Reb–”

“Just a quick one, my Paige.” I slid my hand between her legs, cupping her through her jeans. I cursed the fact that she hadn’t yet changed into her bridesmaid dress – easier access – but I was nothing if not up to a challenge.

She let out a shaky breath, a sure sign that she was weakening. “I don’t know.”

“Then you know what you have to say.” The tone in my voice shifted, and I waited to see if she’d say her safe word.

She didn’t.

I slid a hand under her shirt, pushing her bra up so I could get my hand on her bare breasts. Fuck, I loved her tits. They were just a bit more than a handful, with sweet, tight nipples made for clamps. I pinched one, her moan sending my cock from half-hard to painfully hard in seconds.

“Unbutton your pants.” I plucked her nipple and scraped my teeth over the shell of her ear. “Slide your hand inside, under your panties.”

“I…I’m not wearing any.”

I closed my eyes. Fuck. “Say that again.”

“I’m not wearing any panties.”

I’d intended to have her get herself off while she sucked me, but my plans changed. “Why, my Paige, are you not wearing panties?”

“The bridesmaid dress, it only works with a thong or nothing, and I didn’t want to wear a thong all day.”

I pulled my hand out from under her shirt and tugged her pants down to her knees. “I think maybe you wanted me to punish you.”

She shivered as I slid my fingers into her pussy. She was practically dripping.

Perfect.

“I’m going to fuck your sweet little ass, my Paige.” I pressed a finger against the entrance in question, pushing past the ring of muscle with less gentleness than I usually used. “And it’s going to hurt. But once I come, I’ll let you come too.”

I unzipped my pants as I worked a second finger into her ass. I hadn’t been lying about it hurting, but I knew her limits.

“Bend over.”

All she needed to do to stop this was use her safe word, but she didn’t. Instead, she bent over and put her hands on her knees to help steady herself.

Damn. I could stare at that ass all day.

Unfortunately, I didn’t have all day.

I spit into my hand, using it to wet my cock. This wouldn’t be dry enough to cause real pain, but it wasn’t going to be as easy as it had been other times. I grasped her hip with one hand and used the other to hold myself steady. I eased my way inside, each inch painfully gained. Paige whimpered and cursed, but never said her safe word.

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