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She felt him swelling between her cheeks as he neared his climax. His thighs began to tremble and Lance grabbed a fistful of her hair and held on tight.
Careful not to wake Irie, Lance tried not to make much sound as he exploded into Paige's mouth.“Hnnnnngh!”
Powerful jets of his salty-sweet warmth splattered against the roof of her mouth. His cum rolled down her throat, and she dutifully swallowed it all to please him.
When he had nothing left to give, she climbed into his lap and snuggled into his arms.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “That was incredible.”
“No,” she whispered back. “You'reincredible.”
Chapter 23
Lance
You're incredible.
Those were the two words Lance least wanted to hear right now. He didn't feel incredible. He felt like a monster.
He had abeautifulgirl draped all over his body. His senses and nerves were still buzzing—because oh, in addition to being a smart and ridiculously strong woman, Paige was alsoreallygoodat sucking cock.
And yet Lance couldn't really enjoy it. Because all he could think about wasKip Sterling.
That fuckin' asshole.
Lance thought he'd done everything right. He'd owned up to the responsibility of being a father, and what's more, he earnestly wanted to give love a shot with Paige. He wasn't just doing it to make the Brawlers brass happy, either. He really, truly believed that they could make it as a couple, and Irie would be the glue to hold them together forever.
He figured Kip would be singing his praises.
Nope.
The guy clearly thought Lance was an idiot. A sucker. A moron who'd gladly surrender half his career earnings to a woman who'd tricked him with a baby that wasn't even his.
The worst part was, Kip had planted a seed in his brain. No, this wasn't a seed, it was something darker: a toxic poison. A virus of the mind.
It was doubt.
What if he's right? What if Irie isn't mine?
But that was impossible. All Lance had to do waslookat Irie and know!
Right?
Paige stretched in his lap, curling into a ball like a cat. She ran her hand under his shirt, exploring the etched lines of his abs with her fingernails. Her lips were turned up in a resting smile. She seemed so happy, so carefree, so oblivious to the mental anguish in his head.
If she knew? It'd crush her.
Unless I'm not the father.
He couldn't take it anymore; he had to say something. He had to just put it out there—justexplainthe ordeal he was going through. Paige was smart and understanding. She'd see where he was coming from, wouldn't she? Shehadto. Like Kip said, if she had nothing to hide, she shouldn't be upset.
His jaw silently worked back and forth as he summoned the nerve.
But Paige spoke first. “I'msoexcited, Lance! We're really moving to Boston tomorrow.Whoa.I can't believe it. I just want topinchmyself … I keep expecting to wake from a dream!”
Lance nearly choked. “Right?”
Paige threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. Her lips had the softness of rose petals, and she kissed him with a desperate yearning, as if she wanted evenmoreof him. Could she sense his troubles? Did some part of her know?
