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“We did. But that was before you decided to put yourself in my path, looking like the personification of a goddess, after offering me the world the other night. I know why we made our agreement and I’m not saying we break it. Think of it as an addendum. One night. We have a bye this weekend. We could pretend I don’t even play football.”

“And tomorrow?”

“Back to normal but a little more satisfied.”

Paige glances away so I step forward, looking to seal the deal. There’s no fucking way I can walk away from this right now. I want her too much. And I’m desperate to escape. “I know you want me, Paige. Even if you hadn’t told me, I can feel it every time we share a space. The tension. The need. I have never wanted to sink inside another woman like I do with you. Right now.”

“In that case, I’m choosing option B. Inside.”

Fuuck. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes. But only because the anticipation will kill you and it’ll make it all the more fun for me.”

Jesus Christ. I groan, my proposal backfiring.How the fuck am I going to walk away?“As you wish,” I say reluctantly. “Be ready. It could be any given moment.”

With my teeth clenched, I turn to leave but Paige stops me, her fingers curling around my bicep. “Wait. Before you go.”

She drags me backward until she hits the wall behind her, not letting go until only a breath of space divides us. Lifting to her toes, her lips meet my ear as she moves my hand to her waist and glides my palm down her silk dress, stopping when we reach the slit.

She lets go and I take over, my hands snaking under her dress, lifting the material as I skate my fingers across her skin. I’ve just reached her ass when she whispers, “If I have to suffer, so do you.” Her timing lines up with the moment I find her skin bare, and I can’t hide my groan.

“MissD’Angelo…” I grate as I pull away, my eyes locking with hers. “Are you missing something?”

“Nope.” She shakes her head, batting her eyelashes innocently. “This dress fits me like a glove and highlights my curves to perfection.” I’m not going to argueyet—I happen to agree with her—but it’s coming. “I have a motto when it comes to galaevents like this. Never let a pair of panties get in the way of a good dress.”

“Noted.” A brief wave of jealousy floods my chest, but I bite my cheek to stave off another guttural groan. Since it’s working to my advantage tonight, I shouldn’t be mad about it, but I am really fucking livid. “Here’s the thing.” I squeeze her ass, letting my hand fall until my fingers settle between her legs from behind. “I’m going to reap the benefits of your outfit choice tonight, but the next time you go sans panties, you better be sure I’m going to be there.” As if anticipating my next move, Paige spreads her legs and I plunge a finger inside her, then a second, and a third, completely filling her as I step closer, crowding her in. “I want this pussy to be mine, even if I can’t use it.”

Paige melts against my hand before her body jolts and her eyes fall shut. Her head drops back to the brick wall as I slowly work her with my fingers, careful not to give her too much before the main course later. Her breath picks up and I want more. But before I get the chance to do anything, she wraps her fingers around my wrist and stills me, her eyes opening to pin me with her stare.

“I’m sure you can feel how much your assertiveness turns me on. But I draw the line at fashion. Don’t tell me what to wear and I’m yours.”

My cock twitches. Every time she pushes back, I want her even more, and maybe she knows that. “Fine, but don’t expect me to be happy about it.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Paige

Itake a moment to compose myself when I get inside the venue, making sure to fix my dress and check my hair, and then I’m on—albeit a little flustered—greeting guests and thanking donors.

After spending the day setting up for the Storm event, I rushed home to get ready, planning to be back before the majority of guests arrived. And I was. But I didn’t count on Easton accosting me before I got to the door.

Though I wouldn’t say it was unwelcome.

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since the night of my photo shoot. I may have been drunk, but I can still remember every bit of our encounter. Of my advances and his restraint. I was frustrated when he didn’t want to come in, but I also understood his view on things. It should have been my view too.

Now, something seems to have shifted between us, and the pull is impossible to ignore.

I have never wanted anyone more than I want him, but God is it complicated.

Thirty minutes later, when most of the guests have arrived, I take to the stage, gaining attention to run through the schedule for the night.

After a lot of negotiating, the board finally agreed for me to set a golden age theme. I had the era of cinema in mind, but I didn’t specifically say that to avoid setting a dress code. I was happy to accept the golden age of fashion or even sport. It was left up to the guests themselves and they did not disappoint.

There are top hats and ball gowns, but also attire a little more casual, and I am loving the mix.

If the effort is anything to go by, it’s shaping up to be a successful night.

After welcoming everyone and explaining the details of the auction, I pause to check my notes, making sure I’ve covered everything. And when I’m certain that I have, I glance up and catch Easton’s stare.

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