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Ah yeah, she wanted me.

I gave it to her. Soft and slow, I brushed my lips over Paige’s. She trembled in my arms as I savored the taste of her. Little flicks of my tongue against hers and she parted her lips, inviting me inside, but I took my time kissing her lips, memorizing the silkiness of her hair against my fingers, the weight of her body in my arms.

Her breath hitched, that little moan of hopeful pleasure I was waiting for hit my mouth. I slid my tongue inside. Our bodies melted together, her hands to my back, up and down, she held me, pressed her chest against mine. I forced my hips to stay still, not to rock my dick into her stomach, but the self-control hurt.

She met my tongue, tangled hers in mine and I took over, pushing it back into her mouth. We were moving before I knew it and stopped when I had her against the siding of her house. She let out at a gasp, surprised, and I pulled back.

Jesus Fuck. I really had almost screwed her against the side of her house.

“Holy hell,” I mumbled. My grip on her head was firm, but not painful. “You’re really damn good at that.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I need to let you go before I do something that’ll lose your dad’s respect.” Fuck if I wanted to though. I’d already spent a whole bunch of hours jacking off to the thought and the promise of Paige. Now that I’d had a small hint of that perfection, my dick craved the real thing.

“Thanks again for dinner.”

“Thanks for coming with me. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

I kissed her again and pulled back, both of us gasping for breath. I couldn’t get enough of her. One small taste and I was drowning.

“Okay, Beaux.”

I let go of her and stepped back. “Get some sleep. I mean it.”

I turned, feeling like a victor at a gladiator match. Her matching smile was the last thing I saw as I pulled back down her drive and then her fingers went to her mouth, covering the taste of me on her lips, sealing me in.

CHAPTER NINE

PAIGE

Annabelle was another no-show on Thursday and Paulie called me to come in to work. Since it was my only night off, Beaux and I had plans to go out for dinner. I’d thought about telling Paulie I couldn’t do it, but I’d received another physical therapy bill for my dad that morning.

We needed the money and since Thursday was the first NFL game of the season, Ride’Em Rough was sure to be packed, I told him I’d be there.

My fear had spiked when I called Beaux to cancel.

But when I talked to Beaux, while he’d sounded disappointed, he also hadn’t sounded too upset. He at least hadn’t given me the brush off despite the fact I hadn’t seen him for a week. I’d been too busy with work and his schedule was packed while his team prepared for their first game.

He’d leave for Atlanta on Saturday morning, play a game Sunday, get back Sunday night. Who knew when I’d see him again.

Needless to say, despite the extra tips I was raking in, I wasn’t in the greatest mood while I was at work. The Tennessee Titans were playing and there were quite a few fans at Ride’Em Rough, shouting and drinking their weight in pitchers of beer. Some days I wondered if I’d ever be able to scrub the scent of stale beer off me.

In addition to the packed restaurant, the table that I was currently bussing left me with a measly five dollars for a seventy-five dollar bill. My already poor mood was disintegrating by the second.

I slammed my empty drink tray onto the stand and punched in orders for a table when Hannah came up next to me.

“So who pissed in your corn flakes this morning?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”Punch. Punch. Punch.

“I know that if you stopped scowling and started smiling at all your tables filled with men you might make the money you came in for tonight.”

“Forget it, Hannah. It’s just a crappy day.”

Her hand went to my arm and she tugged me toward the back hallway. “Tell me what’s going on. Is it your dad?”

I let her pull me, not wanting to cause a scene although no one was watching anything unless it was being broadcasted from one of our fifteen big screens. When we were in the hallway, I dropped the tray to my side.

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