Page 51 of Heart Like Yours
Paige went back to her place a few days ago to get a feel for if things were finally going back to normal. Sam was with her the entire time, but even they had to call the police when one reporter tried following them into the building.
After that, I stopped putting off hiring a security detail. A few phone calls later and I was sold on their offers to upgrade our systems and alarms, while also setting myself and Paige up with an escort or two.
Gwen nods, making a couple of her gray curls bounce with the movement. “Yes. The meeting is with Emmett Dalton next Thursday.”
“Perfect. Have a good weekend.” I grab my things from my desk and power my computer down. I still have a couple emails left to respond to, but those can be done from my phone while I watch more cheesy holiday movies with Paige. Ever since Thanksgiving passed last month, she’s been in full Christmas mode.
Celebrating the Holidays in Florida is something I’m still not used to. Having grown up with snow marking the start of the season always helped get me into the spirit. The city does decorate. Almost every palm tree you pass is wrapped in shining lights. But before this year, it never felt the same as it used to.
At least that’s how it was before one night on the elevator ride back up to the penthouse, Paige asked if she could decorate. It was the easiest yes ever. I took her to the store and told her to pick out everything she wanted to decorate with. It was the one trip out that wasn’t cut short by nosy reporters showing up and ruining our time. We then blasted Christmas music and I followed her every order on where to put things until my penthouse rivaled the North Pole.
Christmas might still be over two weeks away, but at least my home is ready for it.
Gwen huffs. “I don’t know a single person who would consider Christmas shopping for two picky teenage boys a good time, but I’ll try.”
I laugh and shake my head. “Video games and gift cards, Gwen. Makes it easier for you in the long run.”
She laughs, talking about how she misses the old days when they would spend all day around the tree as she leaves. I follow behind, finding most of the office already cleared out, and hurry toward the elevators.
Loosening my tie, I grin as the numbers rise, carrying me closer to Paige.
The doors open and I hesitate at the darkness that greets me. If it weren’t for the colorful lights glowing from the end of the foyer, I would have assumed no one was here.
I move to set my wallet and keys on the entryway table, grinning when I see the brown box set on it. I drop my suit jacket in its place and bring it with me toward the only light on.
I find Paige on the floor, a pile of blankets and couch cushions surrounding her in a cozy makeshift nest in front of the windows. The string lights from the Christmas tree igniting the space seem to be the only thing she left on before settling in. Her hair is thrown up in one of those messy buns and the shirt she has on hangs off her shoulder.
Everything about the sight before me has a sense of rightness settling through me. Despite the reason why she’s here, from where I’m standing, she looks like she’s right where she belongs.
“Well, doesn’t that look cozy,” I say in greeting. Paige looks over her shoulder and grins.
“There’s a thunderstorm.” She pats the spot beside her, twisting back to the windows just as a strike of lightning flashes across the sky.
I gravitate to her, carefully settling in beside her so as not to disrupt her perfect setup. She leans into me instantly, and I kiss her temple.
“This is for you.” I wait for her to sit back up straight and place the box on her lap.
“Christmas isn’t for another fifteen days.” She protests weakly while already starting to pick at the tape on the box.
“Well, this couldn’t wait.”
She rips the box open, immediately laughing when she sees the contents inside.
“I told you that you didn’t need to replace them!” She grins, pulling out the top matching pajama set. “Oh my God, how many are in here?”
“Ten. I got a set in every color they had available.” I bend down and kiss the exposed skin of her shoulder. “I told you that I liked how they look on you.”
Paige shakes her head, dropping the items back in the box, and sets it aside before turning to me.
“Are you asking me to wear those instead of the T-shirt dresses?” she teases.
“Fuck no, those things are just as hot on you.” I reach up to grip the back of her neck and gently pull her toward me. “You could wear a potato sack and it would be the sexiest thing ever.”
My lips are on her before she can even think about denying it.
The kiss starts slow, but when my fingers flex at the nape of her neck, Paige moans. Without pulling her mouth from mine, she tosses a leg over my lap until she’s straddling me. As she gyrates her hips, grinding herself against my growing erection, I work on removing the clothes that separate us.
My hand slips beneath her shirt, pushing it up until we finally have to break apart so I can pull it over her head. She dips her head back when I lean in to capture one of her hardened nipples in my mouth. Paige cries out, her thighs clenching around my hips, as I do it again.