Page 72 of Indigo

“Pax,” I shriek. “He knows what we were doing!”

He shakes his head, still grinning from ear to ear as he leans down and takes my face in his hands. “Don’t worry about it, Blue. I’ve seen much worse while raising that kid. He deserves a little payback.”

I huff out a breath and roll my eyes as he kisses my forehead in the same tender way he always does, melting my damn heart right here on this desk.

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PAXTON

I DON'T KNOW HOWI ended up at Ronnie's Restaurant tonight. Well, that’s a lie, I do. I just wish I wasn’t.

Weekly Thursday night work dinners were Indie’s idea, of course, and until now, she’s let me get away with staying home.

Tonight, she wasn’t so easy to convince, so here I am.

Everyone’s finished their meals. I personally have never scoffed down a chicken schnitzel faster than I did tonight, and yet, the chatter has been going on for almost twenty minutes, with no sign of it coming to an end.

I know Indie wants me to have some kind of life altering realisation that I actually enjoy the company of others, but I don’t. I won’t. I hate meaningless small talk and the chatter that goes on during this kind of dinner, and though watching her light up as she speaks isn't a hardship, I would rather be alone with her.

I smile along while she talks, zoning everyone else out, only paying attention to the way she responds to them, the way her lips move, the glimmer in her eyes when she laughs, the way her curls fall around her shoulders and down her chest.

God, she’s so fucking beautiful.

“You’re ridiculous,” she says from beside me, shaking her head and laughing along with Callum from across the table.

The way he watches her as she giggles has something stirring inside of me, and without thinking about it, I drape my arm over the back of her chair and begin gliding my fingers up and down the sleeve of her black, tight-fitting jumper.

My chest puffs out a little as she angles her body closer to mine, even if she doesn’t stop the conversation immediately.

Callum’s eyes dart from mine to my hand as I continue to caress her arm, looking right at him as I do. He visibly gulps before averting his gaze, and starting up a conversation with Matt.

Indie places her hand on my thigh, and squeezes to get my attention, but I don’t look at her, instead I move my gaze to the empty glass in front of me and enjoy the feel of her touch.

When her breasts press against my arm, and her breath hits my ear, I smirk, knowing I’m about to be told off.

“They all know I’m yours, Pax. No need to flex.”

I choke out a laugh and turn my head to look at her, our noses brushing from the movement. “He made you laugh,” I whisper against her lips, not giving a shit if the entire table stops what they’re doing to watch.

“But you make me come,” she retorts, that sexy little smile I love plastered on her face.

My dick jerks beneath my cargo pants. “If we were at home, I could be doing exactly that. Right now.” I place a controlled kiss on her lips, loving the way she melts into me. “Don’t make me beg, Blue. I’ve been good. I spoke to them all, did my part.”

“Mmmm,” she hums, quickly kissing me again before adding, “We’ve already said we’ll go to the pub after this.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

I forgot about that. It’s fucking 7pm, isn’t that enough socialising for one damn day? We all need to stand around at Josh’s and continue to talk about absolutely fucking nothing for another hour? Or more. Jesus.

“Baby,” I groan dramatically, resting my forehead against hers.

I know I’ve lost the moment her eyes meet mine, and she bites that bottom lip. I want to leave, want to take her home and fuck her. Want to curl up with her on the couch and enjoy my damn night, but denying Indie what she wants isn’t something I seem to be capable of doing.

“One hour, okay?” she says.

I nod, accepting defeat and kissing her on the forehead before tightening my grip on her shoulders.

We turn back to the table of people now watching us, their mouths basically hanging open.

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