Page 49 of Heart Like Yours
Her eyes bulge. “Stay with you?”
“Yes.” Taking it as a good sign that she didn’t immediately say no, I push on. “My place has security, so at least until this blows over and people stop following you, I will know you’re safe. I’m not saying you have to stay in my bed.”Though that’s exactly where I want her.“I have two guest rooms to choose from if that makes you more comfortable.”
Paige turns to look back at her building, her bottom lip pulled between her lips as she thinks over my proposal.
After what feels like an eternity but is probably only a couple minutes, she turns back to me.
“Okay.”
I let out the breath I had been holding and lift her hand to my lips. “Thank you,” I murmur before placing a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.
PAIGE
Reasons why staying with the billionaire that you’ve fooled around with a couple times but haven’t actually had sex with is a bad idea—all you can think about when relaxing with a glass of wine after a long day is jumping him.
Whatever part of my brain thought that staying with Garrett was a good idea clearly wasn’t thinking straight. If I had taken a few more minutes and gotten past the initial logic of security and comfort, I would have realized that my libido would be the one trying to take charge every day.
It’s been a week since I agreed to stay with him and nothing more than cuddling on the couch or a kiss to the forehead has happened. Which was fine for the first couple days as we found our routine. It was awkward, working through small talk before finding our groove. I thought I knew him pretty well before, but between our overnight stay in Vermont and now being in such close proximity, there’s a whole different side to him I get to learn.
Garrett is easily one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. He cares deeply, not just about the people in his day-to-day life, but in his businesses as well. There are so many charities andorganizations that he donates to every month, none of which the articles write about in their quest to find out everything.
We had both honestly thought that things would die down after a few days. That everyone would realize that neither of us would talk when they show up at our workplace and demand answers.
We were both very wrong about that.
The building security has done a great job at keeping all non-employees out of the lobby, but we’re told there’s a select few who continue to push. It’s to the point now that we had to reach out to one of the security firms in Tampa and set up a meeting to ensure the safety of the employees and ourselves.
Garrett has involved me with every meeting and update, even asked for my opinion more than a few times, but it’s mostly just so I know what’s going on. While he’s been juggling all of that, I’ve taken over the majority of the work for SweetHeart Assistance. Outside of a few public statements and our PR team working overtime to answer emails from those we employ and those who hire us for services, we’ve managed to stay on track with all our training and updates.
The sound of the treadmill slowing down and coming to a stop makes my heart skip in anticipation. With the way my body lights up just from knowing I’m about to see Garrett shirtless, you would think I’m touch starved or something. Every time he goes to work out, I struggle to find something that will hold my attention instead of daydreaming about him. Although, to be fair, maybe reading romance books is a poor choice on my part as it only seems to add fuel to the fire.
As if I had conjured him just by thinking of him, Garrett appears in the kitchen. I watch from where I sit on the living room couch as he swipes his damp hair from his forehead and heads to the fridge. I cross my legs, staring like a creep at the sweat glistening across his muscular frame.
After grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and chugging half of it, Garrett turns to me with a smile that makes me squeeze my thighs.
“What are your thoughts on pizza for dinner?”
“There’s only one correct answer to pizza and that is always going to be hell yes,” I tell him, attempting to keep my eyes from dropping to the low-hung waistband of his gym shorts.
“Fair, let me just shower and I’ll order it.”
I hum in acknowledgment and since he can’t see me, watch as he walks away toward his bedroom. Once I hear his door click shut, I drop my head back against the couch and groan.
Before Garrett, I could go weeks without having the slightest desire to have sex. Now, two orgasms with this man and it’s all I seem to think about.
A little voice in the back of my mind reminds me that I could easily take care of myself.
Closing my copy of Ivy Rose’s latest stalker romance, I look around the living room and glance down the hallway toward the bedrooms. It’ll most likely be another ten to fifteen minutes before Garrett is finished up, which is more than enough time.
I hurry to the guest room that I’ve completely taken over. It’s closest to the living area, so between the distance of our rooms and the sound of the shower, I’m in the clear. I swing the door closed behind me and discard my shorts, leaving them on the floor on the way to the duffle bag that holds all my clean underwear. I’ve unpacked and hung up all of my work clothes, but there was something about putting my intimates in the dresser here that felt oddly personal and permanent.
Plucking out the silk drawstring bag, I grin, pulling out the sleek, black bullet vibrator. Anticipation for the much-needed release thrums through my veins, making me practically giddy as I make myself comfortable on the bed.
I click it on, the hum echoing through the silent room in a teasing song. The first touch of the rounded tip to my clit makes me bite my bottom lip to hold in the moan. Thoughts of Garrett’s mouth in this exact spot play through my mind as I slowly glide the toy down. Just thinking about what it felt like to have his mouth on me makes it so easy to slide in.
My toes curl as hot pleasure warms my veins and I give in to the motions all while replaying my previous times with Garrett.
Just as I go to push the bullet back in, his voice from across the room makes me freeze.