Page 36 of Delicate Storm

“Touch yourself,” I demand, loving it when she moans against my cock as her body melts. At first she squeezes one of her breasts and sighs. But while that’s a sight to behold, it’s not what I want her to do.

“Uh-uh.” I shake my head. “Lower. Touch your pussy.”

With her gaze locked on mine, she does as I ask, lowering her hand, the hint of a smile in her eyes.She’s loving this.

“Yes. That’s it. I want you to come with me. I want to feel the vibrations from your mouth as you coat your fingers and try to scream my name.”

Staring up at me, she reaches between her legs and closes her eyes at the first touch, moaning something against my length, almost sending me over the edge. “That’s it. Good girl.”

She rocks her hips, fucking her hand while I fuck her mouth. And if I thought the sight was beautiful before, it’s nothing compared to now.

“Faster,” I grunt. “I’m almost there.”

I’m seconds from exploding when the door of the gym buzzes, but I can’t move. Paige is gripping my ass so hard that her nails dig into my flesh.

“Fuck, Paige. We need to stop.”

She shakes her head and grips me tighter, forcing my cock to go deeper, gagging when my tip hits the back of her throat. Her body spasms against her other hand and she cries out, the sensation sending me flying as tears fall from her eyes. “Paige,” I warn, but she doesn’t listen. “I’m going to—”

She nods and I come in her mouth, watching as she swallows every drop, her watery gaze never leaving mine. And when I’m done, she stands and mimics my move, licking her lips as she smiles.

“God, that was hot,” she whispers, her eyes flicking to the door. “Every part of it. Watching you lose control. Your forceful tone. And then knowing someone could hear us or walk in at any moment. Thank you, Window-Seat Guy.”

“Who are you?” I shake my head with a chuckle, in awe of the woman standing in front of me.

“I’m Paige.” She giggles with a shrug, like it’s no big deal. Likeshe’sno big deal, but I beg to differ. “I was going to ask you the same thing,” she adds as she bites her lip.

A strangled laugh escapes me. “I honestly have no fucking clue anymore. Like I said, I’m rusty.”

“You call that rusty? You just destroyed me for all future men.”

Holy fuck.“Happy to be of service.”

With another giggle, Paige cleans herself up, and I turn around to give her some privacy, securing my cock back in my gym shorts.

By the time I turn back, she has her ass in the air as she glides her silk thong slowly up her legs and I’m goddamn hard again.

When she’s dressed, Paige walks out first, seemingly unperturbed about finding someone in the gym. But when her laughter filters through the air, I know that it’s empty.

“Coast is clear,” she sings, spinning around to face me, and a tension fills the space. Although judging by Paige’s relaxed demeanor, I might be the only one of us that feels it because… What comes next?

Maybe we should have had that talk before crossing the line, but it’s too late for that now.

Guilt works its way into my chest, and while I don’t regret it, I have some concerns. I lost control and I shouldn’t have. She deserves better than a quickie in the gym’s changing rooms. But I can’t give her anything beyond that.

Taking a deep breath, I’m about to make a mess of the “talk” when Paige grabs her yoga mat and water and smiles. “Thanks for the extra workout,Easton.” She says my name slowly again, and I bite back a groan. “Sorry you missed yours.”

Huh?“I’m not sorry.” I huff out a laugh. But that’s not the point. “Paige?”

“I’ll be seeing you.” She sashays toward the exit and waves. “Have a good day.”

Then she’s gone, leaving me staring at the door, a little confused but also extremely relaxed, and completely at odds with my feelings.

I’ve had one-night stands before, but that was something else. And it’s not only because it happened during the day.

Or is everyonethatin sync these days? Maybe I have some catching up to do. Maybe sex is like that now.

But also—

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