Page 123 of Resurfaced Passion

And when he opened the door for Paige leading out into a square hallway with a stairwell that went up to the apartments above he didn’t give her a chance a speak. Instead, he pushed her up against the wall, forcing her mouth open to take his tongue in deep, lustful strokes.

“Oh, wow. Hi.” She said once he set her mouth free, her hands clutched to the tops of his arms over his leather jacket. “I could definitely miss a minute of work for that. Love your kisses.”

He had more where that was from.

“This morning,” he started, keeping her against the wall and in the confines of his body. Stroking fingers down her cheek. “When you were getting dressed.” And she’d nearly killed his dick with how good she looked walking around in panties and a bra. “You kept looking at me, Paige, like you wanted something.”

He knew his hunch was right when she dipped her head, but not before he saw her blush cross her face. He tipped up her chin, bringing her gaze back. “Why didn’t you tell your man you were horny, and you needed a little something before you left for work, Paige?”

“Wow,” she chuckled, inching closer. “You really do just say what you want to.”

“Yeah. And you need to get used to doing that too. You needed me and you went to work without saying a word.”

“You could tell?”

“Paige.” He grunted, burying his face in her neck, he sucked right there. “All morning it bugged me that you wanted something from me and didn’t get it. So, I’m here to make it happen.”

“Say what now?” She exclaimed; her pitch higher than usual.

“You heard me,” he smirked, dropping a slow kiss to her lips knowing she would set alight in seconds. She did by moaning and opened up for his tongue, her fingers holding onto the ends of his hair. “I want you to tell me when you need it from me, Paige. I don’t care what I’m doing at the time, you come to me.” He told her this while he lifted her uniform dress until it bunched up around the top of her thighs, just enough room for his hand to slide between and get a nice feel of how warm she was right in the middle of her legs.

“I want to fuck you so badly right now.” He growled. “You have no idea how hard you make me.”

“Oh, my god, you’re way too attractive when you talk like that.” She puffed out air and listed forward into his hand, gorgeously grinding and he enjoyed every second of her dirty dancing. “Now you’ve got me all worked up, you wicked man, time to get on with it, I have triple stack pancakes to serve.”

He chuckled before bending his head to lick her lips.

“So wet,” he rumbled so damn happy like she’d given him the best gift. “So incredibly fucking wet, Paige.” A finger brushed up against the soaked cotton, she shivered and clung to him as he slowly pushed the material aside and inched through the puffy lips.

She widened her legs, leaned back into the wall, looked up at him with the hungry eyes he was in love with. He started out slow, let her get used to the invasion of his fingers. Teasing her.

“I should have fucked you on all fours on the bedroom floor.” Reaper stated, a thickness to his voice. His cock pressing to the zipper, wanting inside her. “Should’ve fucked you deep and hard to take the edge off, shouldn’t I? Cause look at all this wetness clinging to your thighs.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, and god, didn’t she just bite deep into his pec to muffle her cry when he started pumping two fingers in and out.

“Please, Reaper. You know how to stop my aches.”

“God, fucking damn, Paige.” He warned and then had three pushed inside her in seconds. Just the rousing sounds of her pleasure catapulted him into another universe, so much so he had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek.

He drove those fingers mercifully hard, directly into her G-spot until she began to soak his hand. The second his thumb started feathering on her clit she was done for, he recognized the signals and fucked her even faster until she came crying into his mouth when he collided their lips just in time to stifle her noises.

Fucking perfect.

Absolutely beautiful.

There was no better feeling to a man once lost, to now feel as alive as he did every time he made his girl come.

Through every shudder he held her close, cooed in her ear, whispering all words of love and dirty promises for more later, he brought her down and reluctantly pulled his hand free and allowed her dress to fall back to her thighs.

“Ah, baby. You were sexy as fuck.”

She giggled and buried her face in his shirt. “I can’t believe I let you do that to me at work.”

He stroked the back of her head. “Any place you need it, remember that.” He promised huskily.

“For all your finger-fucking needs call Reaper.” She joked, dissolving into a fit of sexy giggling. His own mouth quirked. Jesus, she had no clue how adorable she was.

His heart squeezed like a rubber band.

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