Page 64 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

“The Dom Pérignon is fantastic. I’ll be craving it until the next Christmas party, like I did last year.” Her voice is practically a purr.

Eli and I share a dark look, but Henry easily replies, “I’ll be sure to send an unopened bottle home with you as a gift for all of the hard work you do, Miss Zinke.”

He nabs a flute glass from a nearby tray, patting her hand and slowly peeling it from his arm as he offers it to her. Her pretty smile falls, eyes narrowing from the perceived slight as she takes the glass.

Her tactic shifts as she toys with the necklace at her throat, it’s adornment perfectly drawing the eye to the swell of her exposed breasts. I roll my eyes and turn to view Paige again, who’s laughing with her mini-me, Vanya. They do this little dance, which makes Casey howl with laughter.

Paige catches my gaze from across the room, her smile wide and beautiful. The things it does to my heart are new and, frankly, a bit terrifying, but I find myself giving her a version of my own smile back. She seems to be one of the few who can see them.

Downing the other half of my drink, I excuse myself from my friends and…Miss Zinke…to get a refill. This time, I wander around the outside of the room, hovering by the door when Paige walks toward it.

“You’re not slipping away on us, are you?” I ask.

She wobbles to a stop. “No. Slipping off to the ladies’ room is all.”

Stepping closer, I gesture with my free hand, lifting the other to my mouth for a small sip. Really, it’s to keep me from touching her in front of everyone.

“Oh, do I get my own escort to the bathroom?” Paige teases, but she follows my instructions without hesitation, walking outinto the hall and past the cubicles and offices until we’re far enough that I can touch her.

She shivers as my fingers graze the open back of her dress and find skin. I drop the touch almost immediately when I see the line forming outside of the women’s restroom.

“Why don’t you use my private one?” I ask in a low whisper.

Paige nods so I steer her to my office, unlock it, and let her inside. She beelines to the bathroom in the back corner and I follow slowly, allowing her a moment to do what she needs to.

Once I hear the flush and the water rush as she is washing her hands, I draw the door open and slip in behind her. Her eyes sparkle at me in the mirror as I press our bodies together.

My nose dips into the crook of her neck, and I breathe her in deeply—so sweet, so tantalizing. My approval rumbles in my chest as I snake an arm around her waist.

She wiggles delectably back against me, and my half-hard cock springs to life. I mumble a groan into her soft skin and plant kisses across it.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Paige.” I gather the fabric of her skirt in my hands. “And this dress…”

A nearly silent moan parts her mouth, and she presses her ass against my hard-on again.

“I can’t wait to take it off of you, but for now…” I lift the hem up her legs, revealing the pale expanse of her legs and her bare cheeks under her skimpy panties. “Mmm. If I check, are you going to be wet for me?”

Another shiver draws out my dominant side faster.

Grabbing both of her hands, I place them palm down on the counter, leaning her forward enough that her back arches. Rotating my hips and grinding myself into her ass, I nip at her ear. “Keep these right here until I say otherwise.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Fuck.” I draw my touch over her bare hips, across her round ass, and tug the thin fabric covering her core aside. Rubbing her in a quick, light motion, I shudder at how she splays open for me with little provocation. Two swipes and I sink two digits inside of her.

We moan in unison, both of us biting the noise back to keep from being caught. Paige arches her back into my touch, but I pin her in place with a firm hand, gliding my fingers in and out of her at a languid pace.

The slower I go, the more she shakes. The wetter she gets. Perfection.

I groan against her ear. “I’ve been thinking about this all evening.”

She sucks in a hard breath, eyes half-mast as she watches me in the mirror.

“Think you can stay like this if I move my hand?”

Her bottom lip catches between her teeth and she nods. I lift my touch and draw it up around her waist, over her left breast, squeezing her nipple lightly. She jerks back against my hand, and I tsk at her.

“Be still, Paige.”

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