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“What’s his endgame? I don’t get why he’d coach your competition. Has he done that before?”
I shake my head. “No, it’s a first. But he’s doing it to light a fire under my ass. He never thinks I’m working hard enough. He’s always sure I’m slacking somewhere, so this is his twisted way of pushing me to be better.”
Standing, I stretch and say, “I’m gonna put this pizza in the fridge, if you’re done?”
“Yep, I’m full. And I’m guessing family storytime is over?”
“Yeah, I’m spent. I don’t even want to think about it for the rest of the night. I need to give my brain a break.”
“Totally understandable.” She stands, too, and throws out our trash while I head downstairs to put the pizza away.
When I get back up to my room, Paige is in my bed, naked as far as my eyes can see.
Jesus.
I strip and crawl into bed next to her, letting the stress of the day ease out of my shoulders. She trails kisses along my jaw. “We can just cuddle,” I say. “We don’t have to—”
“But why cuddle when we can do this?” She takes my dick in her hand and strokes me as she kisses my lips.
And just like that, my thoughts and worries are gone. The only thing on my mind right now is Paige, and how to keep her satisfied.
12
Spencer
My alarm vibrates on my nightstand, so I grab my phone and stop it before Paige wakes up. We’ve taken to spending the night at my place the past couple of weeks, since my bed’s bigger. I’d like to say I’m one of those guys who doesn’t care where he's sleeping or how cramped it is, as long as he’s next to his girl. But, I’m not. I’m one of those guys who can barely fit on a twin bed by himself, so here we are.
It’s the ass crack of dawn, but I like the early hour. I can clear my head, get in some time at the gym, or even a little conditioning on the ice, depending on the day. I should get up and get moving, but I take a minute to look at Paige. Sure, she’s stunning when she’s all dolled up—the face, the lashes, the hair and makeup. But she’s just as beautiful—hell, more so— like this: bare face, tangled hair, and wrapped up in nothing but my blankets.
It’s tempting to kiss her, but I let her sleep. It’s barely 5 a.m., and we were up late. I carefully peel myself away from the bed and step toward my dresser to grab some sweatpants.
But Westley must hear me, because he scuttles around his terrarium, anxious for food. Leopard geckos, it turns out, are most active at dawn and dusk. So, I shuffle over and feed him some mealworms. And then, I wash my hands with the big-ass bottle of sanitizer Paige bought for me. She crossed out the brand name, and wrote ANTI-WORM-AND-CRICKET-GEL.
I go to replace the lid of his cage, but I must’ve used too much sanitizer, because the frame slips and crashes to the desk before I can reach it. Jesus. So much for those cat-like reflexes.
“Fuck,” I whisper-yell, as I right the lid. Westley looks up at me accusingly. “I know, buddy, I’ll let her know it wasn’t your fault.”
“Oh my god, that gecko is overly sensitive. And passive-aggressive.”
I turn to the bed to see Paige, all sleepy and rumply and sexy, lying against the pillows.
“We did not mean to wake you,” I’m still whispering.
“I gathered that from your little heart-to-heart. But I am awake.” To punctuate this, she stretches, her arms reaching toward the ceiling, her neck turning toward the door, and her breasts on full fucking display.
So much for leaving the house without a hard-on.
And since I still haven’t put on my sweats, I’m on full display, too.
“When do you need to be at the gym?”
I check my watch. “Twenty minutes,” I say as I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself behind her as she faces the window. We’re both lying down, her back to my front, and I reach around to draw lazy circles on her belly with my fingers. I may be crunched for time, but I’m not rushing her. I cradle her head with my right arm and pepper kisses along her neck. She arches into my touch, grabbing onto my hand in an attempt to pull it lower, to her center.
“You in a hurry?” I ask.
“No, but you are, and I want—”
“I’m not fast-tracking this. And I know exactly what you want, what you need, and how to give it to you.” My voice is low because I just woke up, but I know she loves it when I’m grumbly.
