Page 57 of Idle

My fingers unzip her dress. She tosses my T-shirt over my head. Her tongue laves the mark left by Bo on my upper chest, making my stomach contract. Not with pain—rather, desire.

Before I turn her onto her back, I tug her dress over her head, followed by her lacy bra. When she stares at me with big, brown eyes, I refuse to hold back any longer. My palms cover her boobs while I babble about how much I want to be with her.

Paige’s fingers tangle in my hair. Dragging her lips away from mine, she replies to my nonsense with her own. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever known. You’re sweet,” she kisses my left eyelid. “And sexy.” She kisses the right one. “And funny.” Her lips find my nose.

She pulls back. “But most of all, you’ve been through hell and are ready to live your best life. Show the world—and your father—that your talent matters.”

Before she can make contact with my mouth, I affirm, “Like you’re doing. You’re not only a house flipper, Paige. You have a keen eye for design. Don’t ever dim that.” I push forward, and all talking ceases.

Her little moans drive me wild. God, I want to hear this woman come undone for me. For longer than a day, a week, or even a month. My soul screams she’s mine for keeps.

A voice in Homer’s tone says, “You’re still not settled in your career.” I shut him down. I don’t want to hear any nonsense now. I only want to be with Paige.

Skimming my hand down her torso, my hand lands on the top of her panties. Instead of diving beneath them, I slide over them, covering her pussy. Her hips buck into my hand, her back undulating on the soft bed.

She breathes. “God. Yes, Jesse.”

“You like that?”

“Yes,” she moans.

Her sound undoes me. I slip beneath the material, inside her folds. My breath sputters at how wet she is. For me. Because of me.

I circle her clit, not touching the nub even though I know that’s where she wants me to be.

“Yes. Please. Right there.” Beneath me, she wriggles to entice my finger to give her what she wants. As if it’s been denied her in the past.

I pull my hand away and bring my finger to my mouth. And lick. She tastes divine. “Paige. You’re sweet, inside and out.”

“I need you,” she wails. Her legs bang against the bed, and her eyes bore into mine.

How can I refuse this woman anything? I return my hand to her pussy as our mouths meet in a kiss filled with need and promises. “You feel so good.”

“For. You.” Her breathing comes in shorter pants, wanting what I’m about to deliver.

Offering her my tongue, I sweep inside her mouth at the same time my finger caresses her clit. Locked from head to toe, both of us still partly dressed, I massage her.

The front door opens and bangs against the wall. In a panic, I jolt out of the bed, trying to process who might be entering our space.

“Who’s that?” Paige, on her elbows, squeaks from the bed.

I’m about to say I don’t know when chatter reaches my ears.Fuck.

18

Paige

Wearing yesterday’s breezy dress, I walk out of the bedroom to confront the cockblockers, otherwise known asNYC Views’s camera crew. Could they have any worse timing?

“Hey,” I muster. Poor Jesse’s still in the bedroom trying to tame the beast we unleashed. It was the least I could do to get out here and stall for time.

The guys in the crew give me a double take, then they wave in greeting.

Better take this bull by the horns. “Jesse and I were working late last night—not doing actual changes but discussing our ideas. We fell asleep here. Sorry.”

The crew smirks, and I know they’re not buying what I’m selling. Oh well. I tried. Besides, who’s reputation am I trying to salvage? Not to mention this place is wired, so they might have been watching us. Although Quinn did say they would be turning off the cameras in the rooms once we filmed their episodes. I hope so. I don’t want our private business ending up in someone’s spank bank.

The leader of the pack replies, “Not a problem. We’re setting up for today’s shoot. Why don’t you go back to the ViewPad and put on a more appropriate work outfit? For filming, of course.” He snickers.

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