your favorite type of book is?" Corey asked, fluffing up the plush white pillows behind him.
"Romantic suspense." Paige tightened the belt around her bathrobe some more and then retrieved her wine glass from the nightstand. It was the first time she'd ever had wine for breakfast.
"Romance, huh? Boy meets girl…insta-love occurs and then they live happily ever after."
She giggled. "No silly. There's more to romance books than that. There's no such thing as instant love anyway."
He turned to assess her. "You think so?"
Paige shrugged. "Just doesn't make sense to me that you can love someone instantly."
"Have you ever been in love?"
"No. You?"
"I'm not sure. I've failed miserably at relationships in the past. I'm not good with managing time. I work too hard. I'm too country and old fashioned. I'm not romantic enough."
She brought her knees up closer to her chest, resting her back against the headboard.
"You don't seem old fashioned to me. What we did in that room last night certainly wasn’t old fashioned."
"And it certainly wasn't boring either."
"Yeah, but these days, boring is the type of man that I seem to attract. Who wants to date a bookworm librarian who's too afraid to tell a man what she wants in bed?"
Corey raised an eyebrow. "You're excusing the fact that a little while ago you just demanded and got what you wanted."
"True, but did you not want that too?"
"I did because I wanted you to be happy, but you made my night the moment we kissed."
Paige blushed and butterflies danced in her belly. "Well, that's romantic."
"I try." Corey sighed.
"Who broke your heart?" It was too late to take back her question.
"I proposed to my high school sweetheart days before our graduation. I was young and a little hesitant about going off to college and leaving all that was near and dear to me behind. I thought a marriage proposal could keep a girl back then."
"You've been married."
He shook his head. "Her reply was no. I wasn't rich enough for her. By rich, I mean old money rich. I was on top of the world for two years while I dated the richest girl in our school only to be dumped by her because of my social status. I was good enough to take her virginity, but I wasn't good enough to be a husband."
"That's unfortunate," Paige said.
"It was. It was very unfortunate when we ended up at the same Ivy League school. I boned her a few times after that, but realized I was foolish and she probably did me a favor by saying no. Anyway, she ended up becoming a mistress to her chemistry professor. There was this big scandal on campus about it. The wife found out, drove up, and caused a scene."
"Wow. Is this when you were promiscuous and all that?" she asked.
Corey chuckled. "I was an idiot, but you're only young once."
"Well, I don't have a story like that to tell you."
"Come on…no crazy past lovers or anything?"
"Not a one. I was in a sorority and played volleyball most of the college years, but I was nowhere near as sexual as my sorority sisters. I still keep in touch with a few, especially Janelle, the one who told me about this place."
"Good thing she did." There was a long moment of pause before he spoke again. "So what's the verdict?"
She cocked her head to one side. "What do you mean?"
"Which is better? One man…or two?"
She grinned. "You should know the answer to that question, Corey. I'm sitting in bed right now with one man and one man only."
"Just checking. You can be truthful with me though. If you want two cocks—"
Paige shifted on the bed and placed a single finger gently over his lips to stop his speech. "I want your cock, Corey. Only yours."
Corey caught her off guard covering her body with his, crushing his lips to hers. She slid her palms against his chest and slid his bathrobe off his shoulders. The kiss deepened and soon they were skin to skin in the middle of the bed.
He loved her nipples the same way he loved her lips. They tightened into solid buds and he licked and sucked them until