Page 91 of Delicate Storm

I haven’t been with anyone since we first started seeing each other, and his thickness burns, but I welcome it, holding my breath until he’s buried to the hilt.

I’d love to stop and enjoy the feeling of him filling me up, but we both know we don’t have the time for that and immediately start moving, him grabbing my hips and guiding my movements, me gripping the wall so I can push back, meeting his fervor.

With his movements frantic, I rock my hips hard as I straighten up, reaching back to curl my arm around his neck, the new position squeezing his cock before he’s ready.

“Fuck,” he groans, and his breath on my ear, mixed with the feel of him inside me, has me melting for him.

I buck in the new position and Easton clears his throat in warning seconds before a guttural groan rips from within him, my movements making it harder for him to stay quiet.

A smile pulls at my lips, but Easton wipes it off my face by pinching my clit while he pumps into me, forcing me to cover my mouth as a cry escapes my lips and my orgasm consumes me.

My hips buck uncontrollably, and I’m high on the ecstasy of Easton until I hear my name and freeze.

“Before I call her up here, I want to tell you a bit about the work she’s done to make tonight possible.”

Fuck. I squirm, trying to wriggle out of Easton’s grasp but he doesn’t move. He’s not done. Instead, he pumps harder while his thumb runs circles over my clit, sending my body into a fit of spasms, with him following me over the edge, grunting through his release.

My body collapses against the wall but Easton grips tighter, holding me against him until my breathing slows and the pulse of his cock makes me shiver.

I don’t get a chance to enjoy the moment before I’m being spun around and guided down a darkened hall, confusing me until the exit sign shines a light on the bathroom door.

“I thought you’d want to clean up before Daddy called you onto the stage,” Easton rasps in my ear. “You can’t have him knowing you’re not the dutiful daughter he thinks you are.”

Thisman.Fuck. I shiver at his gravelly voice, but by the time I’m focused enough to turn around, he’s gone.

Snapping out of my daze, I run in and freshen up before making a dash to the side of the stage, hearing my dad call my name as I reach him. “Paige, honey. Where are you?”

“I’m here.” I rush up the steps, settling myself under his outstretched arm. “Sorry, I was near the back because this is unnecessary. You don’t have to praise me.”

Dad smiles, shaking off my concern as he whispers, “Of course, I do. This is allyou.” He lifts the mic to his mouth and sets about embarrassing me. “If you haven’t met my beautiful daughter, this is Paige.”

As he speaks, I think about Easton, imagining him watching me, smiling at our close call, my body heating at what we just did.

I thank the heavens for the sheer number of auction items and my dad’s over-the-top speeches because without that, we never would have made it to the end.

Speaking of over-the-top, “As well as being a model and artist,” Dad continues and my eyes flash to his, my smile locked in place, when I’d rather scold him. “…she’s also the founder of the D’Angelo Foundation, and I think we can all agree, she’s one heck of an event planner.”

He’s embellishing the truth, but I let that slide. I’m not an event planner. I’ve only reallyplannedthis one event on my own, and technically he and Mom founded the charity, putting it in my name before handing it over to me.

I love the D’Angelo Foundation and wouldn’t change a thing, but it’s a step I probably wouldn’t have taken on my own.

“Paige and I will be hosting multiple events over the next few years, in partnership with The San Francisco Storm, and hope to see you all here again, doing your bit for these amazing charity foundations. I understand a lot of you have charities you regularly support or charities of your own, therefore we appreciate anything you can do as we as a team give back.

“For our next event, we’re teaming up with Thomas Kelly’s mental health project, a cause I wholeheartedly believe in. It’s important to raise awareness of mental health in athletes,specifically men, and I can’t wait to see what we can do to support Thomas’s wonderful foundation. We know the spotlight’s on us as a team this year for a number of reasons—the Super Bowl for one, and the other little prime-time moment that we won’t be talking about—and with the help of Paige and her foundation, we’re planning to step up and shine.”

The crowd laughs at the mention of the TV show, but it’s still a sore point with the team. I’ve been told the players and officials are divided in their opinions of the show. My dad sits firmly in the “not a fan”club, as does Keeley. And I’m sure Easton would feel the same. Understandable considering how he was portrayed on top of Zane’s tell-all about his ex.

“Our team may be a mix of the young and the older, but at the heart of it, we’re a family. A family that cares. A family that supports each other. A family that enjoys a good celebration when one of their own achieves greatness. So, cheer us on as we achieve greatness this year both on and off the field. And let’s get this party started. I’m sure you’re all sick of my voice. It’s time to get back to the festivities. Thank you all for coming. And here’s to back-to-back wins.”

He raises a glass, the base of it almost hitting my ear, and I smile while the crowd cheers.

I’ve got to admit, he’s good. I just hope it’s enough to win over those still on the fence when it comes to his choices.

Dad and I walk offstage and the second we’re out of earshot, he releases a deep sigh. “That never gets easier. Put me in a negotiating situation and I’m on fire. Need me to do a speech about a hot topic, I’m your man. Ask me to speak about something that's personal to me and I clam up. Just calling your name had me sweating.”

My shoulders drop. I was all set to tell him off for mentioning my artwork, but now I feel bad for him. He probably doesn’teven realize he did it. “Who knew under that tough, bulldog exterior there was a sensitive soul.”

“You did,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’ve always been real with you.”

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