Page 74 of Idle

Her short hair pops out of the material first, and she shoves her arms through the holes. “I forgot.”

“So did I.” Once I’m convinced she’s covered, I pull myself upright She adjusts her legs, which look even longer only wearing my shirt. Looks damn good on her.

In my brain, Homer clears his throat and I shut him down. I refuse to give in to old fears. Paige is smart and sassy and she doesn’t take any shit—as witnessed by the question she had the audacity to ask Quinn onscreen.

When she sits up, I scoop her into my arms and carry her into the completed bedroom. Where the cameras don’t travel. Paige’s fingers toy with the bottom of my hair as I set her down onto the duvet and plant my ass right next to her.

“My hero,” she mimics a Southern accent. Then frowns. “Screw that. I’m no shrinking violet. But I am polite. Thanks, Jesse, for bringing me in here and away from the cameras.” Her hands move to my T-shirt covering her body, which she whips off. “There. I’m naked. Your turn.”

Can’t argue her logic. Within moments, I kick off my shoes and get rid of my jeans. As bare as her, I stand in front of the bed, allowing her to give me a good once over. I know she’s been with men before, and has seen them naked, but something in her eyes conveys a sense of wonderment.

“Like what you see?”

“I do. Very much.” Her hand reaches out and she cups my erection, which had grown to almost full mast under her perusal. “I’m good at giving blow jobs.”

Okay. Not the type of comment I expected to hear. Or wanted to, for that matter. “I bet you are.”

Her hand moves lower, and she contacts my balls, giving them a little squeeze, which causes my body to stiffen. “You like?”

Need zips through me. “I do.” But tonight’s not about my wants, rather satisfying hers. I step back. “Perhaps another time. I want to make you scream again.” I crook my finger toward her.

She stands, and much like she did, I run my gaze over her every dip and follow up with my tongue. As I’m laving her belly button, I decide I want her first orgasm to be in my mouth. “I’m going to lie down and I want you to sit on my face.”Crass, much?

I glance at Paige, who’s nearly jumping out of her body. Guess she didn’t think I went too far. Both of her hands push against my chest, knocking me down onto the bed. Chuckling, I inch upward, delighting when her knee reaches my shoulders.

Grabbing her one leg, I make her straddle my chest. Her musky scent tells me how turned on she is. Which is good, since my erection has become as hard as quartz.

She bends down and kisses me. “I think I’m going to like this.”

We indulge in a few more kisses before my hands land on her ass and I guide her forward. She grips the headboard—one I made before the idea of carving one in the primary bedroom came to be—and I’m enveloped in the wonderful world of Paige’s pussy. Holding it in the right place, I lick and swirl and don’t let up my assault until she says, “Oh my God, Jesse. Yes!”

Then I redouble my efforts.

When she clenches around me, I continue stroking her core until her screams die and her body falls limp. I guide her to the side, then join her. My body screams for release, but not until she’s come down enough to be brought back up.

Reaching for the condom I left on the side table, I kiss her. “I want you to ride me. Take everything you want from me.”

She snags the condom out of my hand. “Starting with this.” She rolls it on me like the expert I thought her to be, then stares down at her handiwork, which jumps at her attention. Bending over, she kisses my tip. “I like you too.”

“Enough talking and more action.”

She giggles. “I’ll be right on it. You. I mean, I’ll be right on you.” She swings her leg over my body again and gives me a wide-eyed glance.

“Here, let me help.” I lift her slightly so her body’s aligned with mine, then lower her down. Her sliding over me makes stars flash behind my eyeballs.

“You feel amazing. You’re so deep.” Her purr echoes my thoughts.

She rocks into me, and I allow her to find a rhythm she prefers, since every movement is like heaven to me. Reaching up, I move her hips, guiding her to hit my pelvic bone with each thrust.

Her boobs bounce with her exertion, which only hardens me further. Reaching out, I flick her nipple, and she moans. She rides me faster and faster and faster until she tosses her head back and screams, “Jesse!”

Contracting around me, she propels me to the point of no return and I still. Followed by an unbelievable release.

She collapses onto my chest, her hair tickling my cheek. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me, drinking in the serenity of the moment. No assignments. No carving. No voices in my head. Only Paige.

After a few moments, she rests her chin on the center of my chest. “You’re amazing.”

I chuckle. “You did all the work. I was only there for the ride.” I smooth her hair. “What a ride it was.”

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