Page 64 of Reformation

“I knew you were a suspenders man. At least I hoped and prayed you had suspenders on underneath that jacket.”

I smile, loving that she has had thoughts of me. “Did you now?”

She nods, showing me a devilish smile as she continues to work the buttons of my shirt. “I did. That first time I saw you in your tuxedo at the luncheon. I thought about you then, Garrett. I wanted you so much.”

She releases the final button and removes my shirt before beginning to undo my pants.

“Wait.”

My words startle her, but I quickly put her mind at ease. “I need to see this dress off of you.”

She turns around on her knees, now facing away from me. I find the zipper and begin lowering it. Not wanting her to have to move, I gather the fabric and bring it over her head. She’s now completely naked for me and I can’t help but stare.

She looks over her shoulder at me. “What are you waiting for?”

And that’s it. That’s my resolve snapping. I stand up, discard my pants and find a condom in my wallet. I hurry up and sheath myself and find my way back to Paige, who is still kneeling on her bed, begging me with her eyes to come back to her.

“Paige.” I kiss her shoulder as my hands make their way over her breasts. Just like I knew, they fit perfectly in my hands. “I can wait… we don’t have to.”

She tilts her head, giving my mouth more room to explore. And then she does something I never expected, she reaches between us and begins stroking my length.

“I want you, Garrett. I want this. I want us.”

With those words, I lift her up and place her on her back, her legs spread on either side of me. I take my length in my hand and line it up at her center.

“I want us, Angel. I want nothing but us.”

With those words I enter her, and for the first time in maybe my entire life, I feel like I’m home.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Paige

I’ve never been a great sleeper.

It stems from my childhood. My mother had a constant string of boyfriends in and out of the house, and I never trusted any of them. The habit followed me into adulthood.

But last night? With my body sated and falling asleep with Garrett’s arms around me? I’ve never slept better in my entire life.

And if this is what waking up to him is like? His arms wrapped around me, his length pressing against my back and his warm breath against my neck? Sign me up.

My body is sore in all the right places, but that’s not stopping me from rubbing against him, wanting more. I feel him growing harder and all I want is him. Again.

We might have done it twice last night, yet somehow I haven’t had my fill of him just yet. Honestly, I’m not sure I’ll ever have my fill of him. At first I wondered if I had been missing out, only having been with a few guys I have dated. However, I have a feeling that this could have only happened with Garrett.

He was so attentive. Demanding. Soft and sweet. He took what he wanted but always made sure that I was taken care of as well. I didn’t tell him this, but he gave me my first, and second, and third orgasms last night.

And now I want number four.

I roll over, which makes him stir a little. Good. It’s better if he’s awake for this. I would feel bad except he woke me up for round two last night, so it’s only fair that I return the favor.

I’ll call it payback. One I’m sure he won’t mind.

I take his length in my hand, gently stroking it from root to tip and I can feel the second he responds to my touch. God, this is such a powerful feeling. Knowing that just the touch of my hand makes him react like this.

I wonder what it would be like to have him in my mouth? To have him wake up with me pleasuring him?

Before I can make that fantasy come true, I feel two hands underneath my arms. Next thing I know, I’m straddling and staring down at a sleepy, and ever so sexy, Garrett.

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