Page 36 of Mr. Fixer Upper
She crossed her arms, and he bet money she was digging her nails into her palms. “I know it doesn’t make sense to you to shoot out of sequence—”
“No, no it doesn’t make sense to me. I’m making a bed here for a six-year-old with cancer. Why don’t you let me do my job and just shootrealityfor once?”
There was a blaze in her eyes, and he wanted to know what was going through her head.
Paige held two fingers to her ear and murmured something into her headset. She paused, listening. “Why don’t you take five, Gannon?” she suggested calmly.
“I don’t need to take five. I need to get moving on this project.”
“Yeah? And we need to wrap up filming this scene so we can stay on schedule,” she snapped back. “Everyone take five.”
No one argued with her order given like the crack of a whip.
Gannon chucked his pencil to the ground and stalked up to her. “Let’s talk,” he said, grabbing her by the wrist and hauling her up the driveway into the house. The place was crawling with contractors and workers. But there was one place no one would interrupt them.
Yanking open the basement door, which squealed in protest, he pulled Paige down the stairs after him. It was a musty, dingy space with concrete floor and a ceiling so low he couldn’t stand straight.
Paige wrinkled her nose and started to speak but, he pressed a finger against her lips. Reaching around her, he yanked the power pack out of the waistband of her shorts and turned it off. Then he did the same to his, tossing them both on top of a large plastic tub filled with wrapping paper.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed. There was fire in those blue eyes, and it only served to fan his own flames.
“I’m doing what I’ve been thinking about since last night.” He grabbed her by the front of her windbreaker and closed his mouth over hers with something close to violence. She fought him for half a second before digging her fingers into his shoulders and doing some ravaging of her own.
It was like tasting the sun. An inferno ignited between them and bloomed hotter yet with every stroke and slide of their tongues. He wasn’t sure they weren’t in danger of spontaneously combusting. He let his hands slide over her, over her shoulders and down her back where he cupped her tight ass, holding her against the hard-on that was back with a vengeance. She moaned and cuddled her hips closer to his dick.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to make him feel like this, out of control and needy. But that didn’t change the fact that that was exactly how she made him feel.
Then she was pulling back and slapping a hand to his chest.
“You can’t just drag me away from work because you’re turned on or pissed off. I’m not into this caveman shit. Got it?” She was madandturned on, and it was a potent combination. Those blue eyes were glassy with desire, her mouth swollen from his assault, but the rest of her body practically crackled with anger, passion,need.
“Got it.” He nodded, grinning. “God, I’m so into you.”
She growled in frustration and pulled his head down for another kiss. He cupped her ass and lifted her, wrapping her long legs around his hips. She fit against his cock like a key sliding into a lock, and he had to fight the urge to drag her shorts off right here and now.
With the aid of his hands, she grinded against him, sighing into his mouth. Pulling back again, she looked into his eyes. “I am not going to be some kind of red carpet groupie for you.”
His laugh was pained. “Of course not.”
“My personal life is private, and being with you is way too public. I’m wearing a mic at work for God’s sake.”
“That’s understandable.” He slanted his lips over hers. The sexy little whimper she made had him frantic
He didn’t bother breaking the kiss to say her name. “Paige?”
“Mmph?”
“I need to fuck you.”
She pulled back as if he’d told her he wanted to shave her head and “Jesus, Gannon. Not here.”
“I know not here!” Although his dick clearly had no qualms about the location. “Tonight?”
She went rigid and then relaxed slowly, muscle by muscle, in his arms. He looked into her eyes, willing her to say yes, needing her to say yes.
When Paige started nodding he gripped her ass harder. “Tonight?” he said again.
“Tonight,” she whispered.
