Page 42 of Heart Like Yours
She doesn’t even hesitate, wrapping her hand around my length and giving it a slow pump.
“Fuck,” I groan out, dropping my head back against my chair when she does it again.
“Shh,” Paige whisper laughs. “The last thing we need is for Gwen or someone else to hear you and come see what’s happening.”
My teeth grind together, but the reminder that we could get caught at any second only makes me harder. I lift my head, needing to engrain every detail of this moment into my brain. Her grip tightens and twists down my length, and after one final peek at me, she bends forward.
With one hand wrapped around the base, her lips wrap around my cock and my hands drop to my armrests so I have something to hold on to. She swirls her tongue around the tip and my hips buck on their own, forcing her to take more of me. Paige moans around me, the vibrations going straight to my balls as her eyes slip closed.
She doubles down, letting out a heavy breath before she swallows my entire shaft down her throat. When she hollows her cheeks and starts bobbing her head up and down, I almost combust on the spot.
Releasing the deathtrap I have on one of my armrests, I reach out to cup her face and trace my thumb over her cheek.
“So fucking pretty,” I praise and slide my hand to her ponytail. The silky tresses are smooth against my palm as I rest my hand on the back of her head. Not to direct her movements, just to hold her as she sucks my cock.
Paige squirms on her knees, drawing my attention to her other hand that has slipped up her skirt slightly. She flexes her fingers against her inner thigh and I tilt my head to the side for a better view.
“Touch yourself, Sweetheart. Spread those beautiful thighs and let me see just how much you enjoy having my cock down your throat.”
She listens immediately, shoving her skirt up and her underwear to the side. Her pretty cunt glistens with her arousal and my mouth waters at the sight, remembering just how delicious she tastes. Her fingers slide through the wetness, eliciting more moans that my cock stifles.
My heart pounds against my chest so heavily I’m convinced she could hear it beating. I can feel my orgasm building. There’s no hope in holding it back. Not between the sight of her deft fingers massaging her clit, the way her hips buck against the touch, and the feeling of her warm, wet mouth swallowing me down.
Tingles gather at the base of my spine, my muscles tensing as she brings me closer to the edge.
“Sweetheart, if you don’t want me to come down your throat, I need you to stop now.”
Paige shakes her head as much as she can, moaning, and swallows down my entire length once more. The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat and when she swallows, I give in. Spilling down her throat and barely restraining my groan. Shedrinks down every last drop before slowly releasing me with a pop and smiles up at me.
I glance down at her hand, now resting on top of her knee and holding her fingers up so they don’t touch her skin. Bending forward, I snatch her wrist and lift her fingers to my mouth. Holding her gaze, I lick her arousal from her fingers. She watches with flushed cheeks.
Once she’s cleaned up, I help her stand, pausing to pull her in for a quick kiss before letting her stand on her own.
“It’s a good thing I have a private bathroom in here.” I chuckle, leaning down to grab my pants from around my ankles and pulling them up.
“Yes, because I’m sure they were thinking of this exact situation when they were designing your office.” Paige laughs, shaking her head and placing a quick kiss on my cheek before heading to freshen up.
She leaves the door open, so I call out after her.
“Do you want to go grab lunch? There’s a new place down the block and I’ve been meaning to try their tacos.”
“Tacos sound amazing.” She steps into the doorway, her outfit back in place. If it weren’t for the lingering blush that paints her cheeks and neck, no one would have any clue of what just happened. Her eyes drop to my pants, which are still unbuckled, and smirks. “Let me just go send one last email while you clean up and we can go.”
“Those werehands down the best tacos I’ve ever had,” Paige admits while we make the ten-minute walk back to our building. “We need to go back sometime after work so we can try their margs.”
I laugh, admiring her as she rambles on about this new place and making plans to go there with Dominik and Lilly. My heart swells at the fact that she’s openly making plans. We’ve hung out with the team and a few times with our friends, but never because we set up to see each other specifically.
As we round the corner of our street, a man in a dark red sweater with the hood pulled up over his head bumps into Paige, jostling her and nearly knocking her over. I catch her with an arm around the waist, holding her up as I glare after the figure who didn’t even miss a beat.
Paige squeezes my bicep in her hand and before I can ask if she’s okay, she speaks.
“What’s going on up there?” She points down the street.
I look in that direction, my eyebrows pulling together at the sight of the growing crowd in front of our building.
“I have no idea.” I glance down at her, looking her over slowly. “Are you okay?”
She nods, straightening herself out with a sigh. “Yeah, he just threw me off balance.” Pushing to her tiptoes, she kisses my cheek. “Thanks for catching me.”