Page 88 of Waiting on You

Her car was in the driveway, so she has to be home. The house only has three bedrooms, so I check the in-progress nursery first, but it’s exactly how we left it after she said she’s not ready to work on it yet.

And then I head to the last room, her home office. When I open the door, it’s dark, save for the desk light that’s illuminating the area where Paige is sitting, exactly how she was sitting when she sent me that picture.

With her feet propped up on the desk and her ankles crossed, she’s leaning back. She has her hair up in a messy bun, her reading glasses on, giving her the look of a sexy businesswoman, and she’s completely naked, except for my blue tie that’s hanging down the middle of her cleavage, the bottom landing on her swollen belly.

“I thought you’d be asleep by now.”

“I was, but when you texted that you had landed, I woke up and wanted to surprise you.” She drops her creamy legs from the desk, her feet hitting the floor, and stands, then saunters over to me. “I figured we could start a new tradition, aside from you wearing this tie.” She lifts it up and grins. “Every time you close a deal, you get a blow job.”

She tugs me by my shirt, guiding me over to her desk, and then turns me around and pushes me into the seat, unbuckling and unzipping my pants.

“I missed this,” she says, pulling my cock out of its confines and pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the crown.

I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when she swirls her tongue around the tip and then takes me all the way down her throat.

As if my woman couldn’t get any more perfect, I learned during our time together in London that Paige loves to suck cock—like really fucking loves it—and doesn’t have a gag reflex.

I reach around her and fist her hair so I can watch as her head bobs up and down on my shaft, wetting and sucking it like it’s the best thing she’s ever tasted.

I haven’t had sex in over a week, so it doesn’t take long before my balls are tightening up and I’m close to blowing my load. But after a week of not being inside my woman, there’s no way I’m going to let that happen.

Gently, I tug on her hair, and her mouth pops offmy cock, a bit of saliva dripping from her lips as she looks up at me like I’m stopping her from indulging in her dessert.

“Princess, I need to be inside you,” I tell her as I help her onto her feet and then lift her onto her desk. “It’s been too long, and the only thing I want is to sink into your warmth.”

“Fine,” she sighs playfully, as if I were putting her out. “I guess you can fuck me.”

She spreads her legs, exposing her glistening cunt, and my cock drips pre-cum, knowing it’s about to slide home.

“I don’tfuck youever,” I say, gripping her thighs and pulling her to the edge. I guide my cock to her opening and run the head up and down her wet slit. “I make love to you—always.”

“Well then, what are you waiting for?” she groans, hating when I tease her. “Make fucking love to me!”

With a chuckle, I push into her, reveling in how warm and wet she is, and once I’m all the way in, we both moan in unison. It’s been too long, and as I make love to Paige, I tell myself I’m done traveling, I’m done being away from her this long. There was a time when I thought I’d never have a future with her, but now, I not only have her, but she’s also pregnant with my baby, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to spend my life away from her when I can be right here, buried deep inside her, loving her.

A smart man learns from his mistakes, and there’sno way I’m going to lose Paige because of my job. She means too much to me, and I’m going to put her first. Always.

We find our releases quickly, and once we come down from our high, I pull out of her, already counting down to when I can be inside her again.

“Shower?” I ask, grabbing a few tissues from atop her desk to wipe the cum dripping out of her.

“Sounds—”

Her phone rings, and when she glances at it, she says, “Can I meet you in there? It’s Ana. I texted her earlier, asking her to call me when she got home because I needed to talk to her about something.”

“Of course.” I lean down and kiss her and then unbutton my shirt and hand it to her so she can put it on. “Don’t be too long,” I murmur against her lips. “I have a week to make up for.”

chapter thirty-one

PAIGE

“I’m goingto ask Nate to move in with me.”

“Well, it’s about time,” Ana says with a laugh.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I glance back to make sure Nate can’t hear while I pad to the guest bathroom to clean up since I have his cum dripping out of me.

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