father being able to do that was beyond her comprehension. Paige’s father had been the kindest, most gentle man she’d ever known. Damien had taken advantage of the lull in her stubbornness.
He had his hands on her upper arms. He let them run up her neck and they came to rest on her face. He tipped her head back and held her there with his lips only centimeters away. He closed his eyes then and leaned in for a kiss. She felt his hands fist up in her hair and he used it to hold her in place. A moan rumbled deep in her throat. Electricity buzzed between them as they caught each other’s breath between parted lips.
“Bed,” he told her in a husky voice.
“I think we were still talking,” she said. Damien grinned.
“You’d rather talk than do this?” he asked as he nipped at my lips.
“I just think we...”
“Or this?” he asked, sliding his hands down her back and around to grasp her breasts and trace the outline of her nipples through her shirt. She moaned again.
“Um...we could maybe talk first and then...”
“Or this?” he said in a husky whisper as his hand dropped down between her legs and began massaging her through her pants. She was already soaking through her jeans.
She shuddered convulsively and said, “No...I’d rather do all of that...” They spent the next few hours exploring each other’s bodies, tasting and touching. Paige lost count of how many times he brought her to orgasm. By the time they were both spent, she’d forgotten all about her argument. Now as she looked at his beautiful face she realized that there wasn’t much she’d refuse to give him any time he asked that nicely.
“Are you staring at me?” Damien asked with a smile tugging at his lips. He still hadn’t opened his eyes.
“Can you see through your eyelids?”
“I can feel you,” he said. “Stop it.”
“Stop staring at you?”
“Huh uh,” he said. “I know that would be impossible since I’m so easy on the eyes.” Paige laughed and he said, “Stop worrying. It’ll be fine.”
“Wow, he sees through his eyelids and he’s a mind reader.”
“I’m a man of many talents,” he said, pulling her into him tighter.
“Yes you are,” she agreed. She wished that one of his talents was snapping his fingers and making this all go away...because he was right, she was worried. She was way more attached to him than she’d expected to ever be. If anything happened to him...she wouldn’t think twice before killing Jackson Paine.
*****
A fter Damien and Roxi left, Paige busied herself by washing the breakfast dishes and making the beds. When she finished with that, she had no idea what to do with herself so she decided to go for a run. When she was at home in New Jersey she went for a five mile run every morning. Since she’d been in New York, she’d had so many other things on her mind, she hadn’t found the time. Maybe some fresh air and exercise would help her not obsess over what was happening between Jackson and Damien. She put on her running clothes and tucked her phone into her waist pack. Then she called security to let them know. Roxi asked her to do that since they were supposed to be hyper-vigilante about any unusual movement on the property.
Roxi’s lavish house sits on two acres. The grounds out beyond the yard are lush and green and there’s a path that leads around the outside of it all framed by colorful flowers and verdant bushes. It’s private and peaceful and Paige tried to imagine what it would be like to live in a place like this. One of these days when she was working as a surgeon she would buy a place like this...One day when her life was finally back to normal.
Paige began to run and as the wind brushed against her cheeks, the worries and stress began to slip away. For a short while there was nothing but the constant right, left rhythm of her feet as they made their way along the cobblestone path. She ran until she felt a steady burn in her calves and quads and her