Page 23 of Waiting on You

She wastes no time sliding the shirt over her head, exposing her smooth, flawless, tanned skin, and then she looks back at me, her brows furrowed in concern.

“I hate this,” I growl, answering her unspoken question. “I need more fucking time.”

I reach under her and roughly thrust two fingers into her warmth, and she groans in response.

“We don’t have more time,” she whispers, her tone laced with regret, which only adds to my aggravation.

I’m a rich man. There are very few things I don’t have at my disposal and even less I can’t get my hands on if I’m willing to pay to have it. But Paige is unavailable, and no amount of money will change that.

I reach out and fist her long hair, pulling her head back enough so that I can lean over and kiss her sweet lips. She moans into my mouth at my roughness, and my cock hardens.

“I wanna fuck you,” I murmur into her ear, “hard and deep. I wanna make you scream and come all over my cock. Tell me I can fuck you how I want.”

“Yes! Please, Nate, fuck me.”

I thrust my fingers in and out of her a few times to make sure she’s ready while I memorize the way she feels, the sounds she makes, and then I replace them with the head of my cock.

I don’t go slow. I shove into her tightness, not stopping until I bottom out, and then I start to fuck her just as I said. Hard, fast, and deep. In this position, with her ass in the air, I’m able to hit her G-spot perfectly. And before long, her pussy is gripping my shaft, and she’s coming, soaking my cock with her sweet juices.

For a split second, I consider not pulling out and filling her with my seed. The vision of her round with my baby flashes before my eyes, but I can’t do that to her. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. I knew going into this that we could never be more. She made it clear, and I have to respect it even if I hate it.

So, when my balls tighten, despite wishing I could coat her walls with my cum, I pull out and jerk myself off. Ribbons of white splatter onto her pert ass, and I take a moment to memorize the way she looks—perfectly fucked.

She dips her head and tilts it back so her satiated green eyes meet mine, and my heart squeezes in my chest because I know this is where our story ends.

And, fuck, does that suck.

“Mr. Bradford,I don’t think it’s possible to?—”

“Don’t tell me it’s impossible. Everything is possible. You just have to find a way, and if you can’t, I’ll find someone who can.”

I hang up and slam my phone on the desk, refusing to look at Nolan, who’s no doubt staring at me like I’velost my mind. And he wouldn’t be wrong. I have.

I never raise my voice. It doesn’t matter how mad I get, how fucked up shit gets, I always handle it like a professional. But right now, I’m not myself.

It’s been twelve hours since Paige and I arrived at the hotel and said our goodbyes. She’s here until Monday morning, but I didn’t ask to see her again because I could see it in her eyes that it would be too hard.

But now, I can’t stop thinking about her. Wondering how she’s doing. She had to go to the wedding rehearsal and then dinner, where her asshole ex would be. He’d texted her to let her know that he’d be bringing his new girlfriend to the dinner and wanted to give her a heads-up so she wasn’t blindsided.

I wanted to offer to go with her, suggest she bail on the wedding and we could go somewhere else, anywhere else, but I kept my mouth shut because she was determined to see that stupid fucking wedding through.

So, instead, in the lobby, in front of the elevator, I kissed her, selfishly needing one last taste, and then wished her the best.

And then I went up to my room and tried to work. Only instead, I’m yelling at people and thinking about Paige.

“Maybe you should head back early,” Nolan suggests. “I can handle things here.”

I appreciate his offer, but the thought of leaving before Paige tears me apart.

“I’m going to get a drink at the bar.”

I need some air. And secretly, I’m hoping maybe I’ll run into Paige. It’s a long shot, but we are staying at the same hotel, so anything’s possible.

When I get down to the bar, it’s busy since it’s a Friday night, and almost all the seats are taken. I’m about to head back up to my room, not wanting to be around other people, when brown hair with blonde highlights catches my attention. I would recognize that hair anywhere.

I move to the side so I can get a better look at her just in time to see her tilt her head back and down a shot. She slams it on the bar top and then grabs another, swallowing it in one go.

I should walk away, leave her alone, because we already said our goodbyes…but then a gentleman walks over to her, and I can’t hear what he’s saying, but I can see the sleazy expression on his face.

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