Page 38 of The Bourbon Bargain

The moment she wants that to change, there will be a world of hurt on her mother’s doorstep. I’m good with exacting revenge. Right now, though, I realize Paige needs my support more than anything.

“We’re still going to do things our way, honey. You get to have the ceremony of your dreams, while your mama plans a reception of our nightmares.”

“She is inviting half of Savannah, and the food will all be things that look pretty but taste terrible. I finally got her to agree to allow mac and cheese bites as a passed hors d’oeuvre in exchange for the fairy garden she has planned for the lobby.”

“At least we’ll have something to eat if all else goes wrong,” I say kissing her head. “What about the cake and the dress shopping?”

“The cake will be a five-tiered monstrosity with buttercream, gold dust, fresh flowers, and five different cake flavors and fillings. I couldn’t decide what I liked best, the chocolate with fudge filling or the chocolate with raspberry. So Mama picked everything but those options and it may be a mystery up until we cut the cake as to what we are getting. Probably some bloody-looking red velvet, which is just gross.”

My jaw pops as I clench my teeth at the injustice. She looks so miserable. Weddings are supposed to be the happiest time of a woman’s life, and here she is not even able to decide what kind of cake we get at the wedding due to her mama’s overbearing ways.

“Is wedding cake even good, though? Maybe we won’t be missing out on anything.”

She pulls her head off my shoulder to look me in the eyes. “I take cake very seriously, Hayes. It is an essential food group.”

I kiss her nose and smile. “I’ll call the baker tomorrow and insist you get your favorite flavor choices on at least two layers. If they try to argue I’ll just buy the whole damn operation and they won’t be able to say no to me.”

“You can’t just buy out everything that displeases you.”

“I can and I will if it means you are happy.”

“Well, the cake was easy-peasy compared to dress shopping with Mama.” Paige shudders. “Everything was wrong, and Mama wanted to see me in the most hideous gowns. Nothing felt like me at all. I couldn’t find a single dress I loved, but Mama has three on hold in case I change my mind.”

“Why don’t we go see your friend at Haute Belle in Atlanta tomorrow and see what she can do? She’s been spot on the two times you’ve gone to her, and I bet she has wedding dresses too, right?”

Paige brightens and kisses me on the nose this time. “You perfect man, that is just what I need. Angela will make me feel like an actual bride instead of a stuffed cupcake.”

“Stuffed cupcake, huh?” I ask, rolling my hips into her ass. “I can make that happen.”

Paige’s lips twist into a sneaky smile. “I’m not wearing panties.”

It takes no effort at all to turn her to face the desk and press her into the mahogany top from behind. “Don’t tempt me. I’m already hungry for you.”

“Please,” she begs, her hands clutching at the edge of the desk as she arches her ass back for me. “Make today better.”

“As you wish, my love. Stay just like that,” I command, pushing the soft skirt of her dress up her thighs with an agonizing slowness that draws out the lust for both of us. When her ass is exposed, I shudder in relief. “This perfect peach belongs to me.” I roll the globes of her ass in my hands, getting a purr of contentment from Paige.

“That feels so good,” she says, her face still pressed to the wooden desktop, eyes closed and a smile turning up her cheeks.

I use my thumb to spread her open, dipping into her wet center and finding her hot and slick for me already. I could get lost in this moment, with the feel of her against my fingers, but I want to make her come for me and beg to have me filling her before I have my own rewards. I bring my thumb along her seam to her ass, circling delicately and pressing just the tiniest bit to see her reaction. Her hips still their rhythmic movements, and she turns her head to look at me with an unspoken question furrowing her brow.

“Would you let me have your ass, angel?” My voice is guttural with the question, a need building in me to claim another untouched part of Paige.

Crimson blooms across her cheeks and she blinks big green eyes up at me. I want to see that color all over her body, flushed and needing more.

“I don’t know how to answer that,” she says softly, and I watch the thoughts cross her face one after another, her cheeks growing redder with each one. “I’ve never… Well, I’ve never even imagined that. I don’t know if I would like it or not… but I trust you.”

The beautiful gift of her trust opens a new part of my soul I didn’t think existed, and I am even more in love with her than I was before. There’s still a very feral part of me that is wickedly delighted by the prospect of having another part of her that will be all mine. I want to destroy her, make her beg for me to fill her ass again and again and love every punishing moment. I rein in the depraved thoughts and remind myself this sweet woman is just that—sweet and innocent. I can’t fuck her ass right now and have her like the experience any more than the idea I just presented to her. Her hesitant trust is not a free-for-all pass to do the very unhinged things that are currently circling the gutter of my filthy mind, only that she is willing to explore the ideas, and I can do that.

“We’ll go slow. I don’t have to fuck your ass to see if you’ll like it, there’s plenty more we can try first.”

She slowly nods and I’m proud of my sweet girl for being open to a new experience. I won’t take that trust lightly.

I push my chair back and kneel behind her, pressing my mouth to her center, using my tongue exactly how she likes it, and feel her hesitance release with the familiar motion. When her hips are pushing back against my face, I slip in first one finger, then two, and feel her butterfly soft squeeze already starting. I slide my tongue away from her opening and along her ass cheek while I beckon inside her. I give her the barest touch of my tongue along her rim and feel her tense. Not quite ready for that, but she trusts me, and I’ll get her there, eventually.

When she is dripping down my hand and her body shaking, right on the edge, I stand, removing my fingers from her depths and unbuckling my pants to shove them down my thighs. I can’t wait to be inside her, so I pull her hips away from the desk and slide into her pussy like it was made for me. Her gasps and moans are soft as she tries to relax around me and take in my full length. She’s more open to me from behind, and I’m deeper than she’s used to, so I give her a few soft thrusts to help. I wrap one arm around her hip and find her clit, stroking while I start a slow pace for us, my other hand on her hip, keeping her in place.

Looking down at her ass and seeing my cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy is glorious and I could come just from the sight alone. Instead, I focus on prolonging this pleasure, forcing myself off the ledge so I can get Paige there first. She’s starting to tighten around me as I work in and out of her tight hold. Again, I place my finger against her ass, but this time, she is so close to climax she doesn’t tense against me, and I slide in a digit right as she comes apart around me.

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