Page 41 of Heart Like Yours
For the briefest of moments, I’m tempted to say fuck it and put my IUD to the test.
That thought alone is enough to cool me down. I stretch, giving him a quick kiss before turning forward once more and settling back into his comforting embrace.
GARRETT
The sound of Paige’s laughter fills the space around me, pulling me from the documents that need my approval and bringing a smile to my face. The past two weeks since we returned from our trip up north have been busy, barely leaving me any time with Paige alone.
I knew it would be, between the onboarding of the new team, rolling out new positions or making sure that everyone is properly trained, all while maintaining the company goals and values. Outside of a couple differences of opinions with old managers, all things considered, the merger has been going smoothly. Paige is largely to thank for that.
After our night together in Vermont, something changed between us. She no longer tries to hide if she’s checking me out, even going as far as openly flirting with me. Each time I catch her stare or spot her pretty blush, it makes me want nothing more than to say ‘fuck it’ to all the work that needs to be done and drag her upstairs to my penthouse.
But then we get interrupted and are forced to carry on as professionals. Which if I’m honest, is just as equally anticipated. Paige was made for this role. There have been more times thannot that I honestly believe she runs things better than me and it only makes me fall harder for her.
“Knock, knock.” Her angelic voice draws my attention from my laptop. Leaning back in my seat, I don’t even try to hide my appraisal of her.
She’s wearing another one of those mouthwatering pencil skirts, this one tan, with a white silk blouse that ties together just below her collarbone. While her outfit is modest and very professional, every time I see her, I ache to undo the knot of her shirt and see what she looks like with that damned skirt bunched up around her thighs.
“Come in.” I clear my throat, adjusting in my seat and trying to think of anything but bending Paige over my desk. She holds up the stack of papers she brought with her.
“I have the new business strategies for the temp assistants that will be working with some of our current authors that I wanted to run by you, just to make sure I got everything covered.” She bites her bottom lip and glances back over her shoulder. “If you have a few minutes available.”
“I always have time for you.” I remind her and wave her forward. “I’m sure you’ve thought of everything, but I’ll happily be your sounding board.”
Paige closes the door behind her before making her way across my office and I’m mesmerized by the way her ponytail sways from side to side. She rounds my desk, stepping up beside me, sets the papers in front of me, and rests her arm on the back of my chair. I breathe in her perfume, subtly shifting in hopes of hiding my semi-hard cock. All it would take is a slight shift of her eyes and she’d clearly see just how affected I am by her presence alone.
She starts going over the plans, pointing out number projections and timelines as she goes along.
The entire time she talks, my attention is split between her words and her proximity. The plans she has in place are exactly what we need. I knew that much from the first page. Which means my brain is far more focused onher.
“Garrett?” Paige questions and I silently curse myself for getting distracted.
“Sorry, what?” I glance up sheepishly, lingering longer than I should at the swell of her breasts.
She turns her body to face me, propping her hip against my desk and crossing her arms.
“You weren’t even paying attention,” she accuses with narrowed eyes.
“Yes, I was!” I defend and push my chair back slightly so I can turn to her. “I just might have been paying attention to something else.”
“Gare, you could have asked me to come back if you were busy?—”
“Paige,” I cut her off with a chuckle and angle my chair toward her, widening my legs so she’salmoststanding between them. “Make no mistake, I was paying attention to you.”
“Then what…” Her eyes drop to my lap and her mouth falls into a beautiful O shape.
“So how much of what I said did you actually hear?” she asks, eyes bouncing between my face and my crotch.
“Enough to know that it’s better than anything I would have put together.”
Paige nods, shooting a quick glance toward the door. My breath hitches when she looks back at me, pink blooming on her cheeks as she wets her lips.
“You’re not helping anything by looking at me like that, Paige.” I groan and grip my aching cock over my pants to adjust it.
“I can think of something that would help,” she murmurs and before I can process her words, Paige pushes off my desk and drops to her knees in front of me.
Placing her hands on my knees, she glides them up my thighs while watching me through hooded lids. When she raises a pointed eyebrow, silently asking for permission, I can only frantically nod, afraid that if I speak, she’ll disappear.
Her hands find my belt, making quick work to undo it. The sound of my zipper finally snaps me into action and I lift my hips, helping her shove my pants down below my knees.