Page 70 of Her Holiday Heartthrobs

Paige stiffens a fraction when Eli rubs his head against her ass again, but it doesn’t take the same kind of pressure to push into her as it did before, already grown used to having his cock take her anally seconds ago.

I can feel the length of him slide against that thin wall of muscle separating us. Her pussy tightens around me to compensate, her eyelids flutter closed and her head falls back to soak in the sensation.

She’s a goddess in human form. Pure temptation. Sinful addiction. I’ll never get enough of her.

Eli and I move together until her moans fill the cabin. Jake takes her seat, kneeling and stroking himself until he catches her eye. His long fingers weave into her hair, dragging her closer. Paige opens her mouth without prompting and he fills it with his cock.

And just like that, all three of us are inside of Paige.

It feels like the start of a new era. Monumental. It changes so many things for us.

But when we pull into our garage and she still hasn’t come again, it’s more than clear that one thing hasn’t. Tonight is going to be a late one and we’ll be wrapped up in each other for a long time to come.

PAIGE

Today is the day. My team has finished their initial assignments and I’ve put it all together for our presentation to the board and top investors.

I’ve been practicing every free hour, walking around my apartment reciting and revising what I’ll say. Tweaking my slides and printouts until the last minute. The stack of them printed and waiting on my desk for our eight o’clock meeting.

I fan myself in the elevator on the way up, trying to channel my nervous energy into confidence. Although I’ve had a lot of practice at this, I can’t shut it out until I’m in front of them and the presentation has begun. It happens the same way every time.

That’s when I will shine.

Shaking out my limbs, I glamour stomp through the office, wrapping the version of me I need to be around myself. Boss bitch extraordinaire.

My armor is thick and stylish, and when I’m greeted with Sabrina’s glare, I don’t miss a step. The promise of her friendship got me through my first week here, but slowly, she’s pulled back and been nasty to me in subtle ways. Something herboss doesn’t notice, but as a woman, I see all of the little things she does to undermine me with Henry.

I shake it off and beeline to my office to pick up my presentation supplies. Last night, I set everything out on my desk for an easy grab and only brought the electronic parts home with me to study for today.

But when I step up to my desk, it’s clear. No supplies.

Maybe someone moved them to the conference room for me?

Pushing down the rising alarm in my center, I walk three doors down to the conference room where several investors are already waiting. I peek in and wave, giving a quick look around.

No. My materials aren’t here either. Avoiding the impending panic attack, I ask if the men there need anything. I’m not sure of their answers, but I nod and send Vanya to grab them coffee and water and whatever else they need.

She’s on it like the mini boss she is.

And I return to my office, pacing around my desk for the extra five minutes before I step in front of the board unprepared.

But after a minute, I let the worries settle. There’s no time to do anything other than go on with the show.

Tapping on my tablet, I forward all of our prepared packets as PDFs to Henry for him to send on to the investors. He meets me at my office door.

“Hey. Are you ready?”

I suck in a deep breath, and his woodsy scent fills my lungs. “Yup. Did you get my email?”

“I did.”

“And you sent it along?”

Henry’s brows furrowed. “I did, but I thought you had?—”

“Had. Don’t anymore. Don’t want to talk about it, let’s just get in there and kill it.”

He smiles and he looks so dapper in his suit, hair slightly mussed from his fingers. I want to climb him, but I can’t entertain that thought.

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