The Gideon Affair (11 page)

Her frown was so hard it was painful. “I don’t understand what she hoped to gain by this.”

His grunt of disgust said it all. Pulling out of their clutch, he shook his head and frowned as his expression hardened. The glitter flashing in his baby blues was not at all friendly.

“Dave didn’t say she was implying the video was of her, only that she’d fucked a tattooed guy. Bitch. She knew what she was doing. If pressed, I’m sure she’ll backpedal like crazy and point out that she never mentioned anyone specific. The inference was quite enough.”

When his mouth snapped shut, her eyes widened. Wow. It was easy to understand why the lady was a legend. Batshit crazy wasn’t enough—she had to be a manipulative cunt, too. “Oooooh.” She widened her eyes and nodded her head to show her understanding.

“Somewhere between Mickey’s rant about a news story and this latest threat lay an ocean of lies and half-truths. People will hear what they want to hear, and Jo knows that. Just by putting her name out there, it means half the public will automatically assume it’s her. Because why? Because we have a movie coming out, and you know what that means.”

Crinkling her nose, she finished the distasteful thought. “Yeah. Means you’re doing her.”

His eyes flashed. “Exactly, but … I am not
doing
anybody. Neither is Gideon, I might add.”

She noticed the emphasis on the word doing and saw what appeared like regret in his expression when he looked at her.

“Right,” she murmured as a whirlwind of thoughts blew through her mind. “Shit, this gets complicated, huh?”

Paige leaned over the black marble of the enormous island and clasped her hands in front of her, almost as if she was praying. The lights hanging overhead reflected in the shiny surface—so too did the bright sunshine and blue ocean from the wall of windows facing the beach.

Deep in thought, she unconsciously traced her fingers on the mirror images, vaguely aware of Edward behind her leaning against the counter.

The gears in her mind were furiously grinding. If JoJo were stirring the pot, it couldn’t be good. She wouldn’t put it past the cold-hearted woman to use Gideon to her advantage, a thought that made Paige extremely uncomfortable. Maybe she should confront her and …

Waaaait a minute. Was he staring at her ass?

Bent over as she was and wearing a pair of shorts that needed a warning label, her butt had to be making quite a statement.

The librarian chose that moment to belly up to the bar and take control. Only this time, she had her naughty corset on beneath the conservative white blouse and gray skirt and had slipped her feet into a pair of who’s-your-mama-now heels.

With a small, melodramatic sigh, she shifted position and pretty much wiggled her bottom in his face. If he was looking, which she was sure he was, then Edward had just gotten quite an eyeful of her ass cheeks.

Oh, my god! I must be insane.

Quickly straightening, Paige hated that embarrassed heat was rushing up her neck and into her cheeks. What alternate universe was she in where playing the flirt was in any way a good idea?

When she spun around, thinking to restore some dignity to this odd situation, her stomach bottomed out for the second time this hour. The look on Edward’s face stopped her in mid-motion.

He’d never considered bending Paige over the kitchen island … until now. One glance at her amazing legs with the teasing hint of ass cheek, and he was beyond any hope of reining in the powerful surge of arousal that had him in its grip. Positioned as she was, that pert, sexy ass of hers was at the perfect height. Now, if only she’d spread those sinful legs, a must if she hoped to stay upright while he pounded her from behind.

She let out a soft sigh and then his brain melted. Watching her wiggle that ass, he could only wonder what she was doing. Which was it—invitation or dare?

Whatever. He’d take either.

In three quick step, he was behind her, his eyes never leaving the tops of her gorgeous legs where they disappeared into the skimpy shorts. He had to touch her, plain and simple. Had to know if her skin was as soft and smooth as it appeared. Had to hear her whimper when he slid his fingers up her shorts.

Edward’s mouth twisted into a wicked, knowing smile when she didn’t move a muscle. Which made it easy to close the slight distance between them and press his throbbing shaft into the seam of her ass.

He put his hands on the counter to either side of her as he leaned heavily and ground his pelvis on her softness. At first, she stayed motionless, but he could hear her breathing getting rapid and shaky.

Goddamn, what a view
. The short, nearly transparent top she wore exposed her lower back and the super-sensitive spot at the base of her spine that his fingers itched to caress.

Bet I could make her moan by kissing and then licking her there.

“What are you doing, Edward?”

Stupid question, please meet a direct answer.
“I’m admiring your beautiful ass, babe.” He emphasized this admiration with a gentle thrust of his hips. “And imagining what it looks like naked.”

That was all it took, some dick-to-ass-grinding and a couple of simple words, and she was his.

She whimpered softly. Her arms reached across the counter, palms down with nothing to hold on to after she’d flattened against the cold marble. Edward wondered if the coolness made her nipples harden and surged against her bottom, this time with growing need.

Some part of him that he barely knew, the essence of primal man that must live in every guy’s core, took over.

Stretched out under him with legs trembling against his, her bottom pushed back as he teased her with his body—she gave off a certain virgin sacrifice vibe that turned his already raging cock to stone. Painful, throbbing stone.

A deep grunt rumbled up from his chest right before the animal inside bent down, sinking his teeth into her neck and shoulder. Her cry as he bit the soft flesh signaled a surrender that filled him with unspeakable pleasure.

After giving her neck a thorough mauling, he nipped at her earlobe and growled next to her ear. “Do you want me inside you, Paige?” He pressed against her rather forcefully and gave three quick thrusts—a taste of what he had in store. “Want me to fill you up and take away the ache with my hard cock?”

Her hands moved, fingers wide, but there was nothing but smooth stone beneath her. She was helpless. Whimpering and panting softly. Shaking all over.

His reaction? Animalistic.

Time for the shorts to go.

Wrapping a hand into her long mass of hair, he gathered a good handful and sharply yanked her head up. She gasped and tried to look back at him, but he was having none of that. The moment would come soon enough when he’d demand she look at him, but till then, they would play by his rules. Caveman rules said he took and she surrendered.

Putting his other hand flat on her back, he ordered her to do as he said.

“You’re not to move.” A sharp tug on her hair made her gasp. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Pushing her flat again, he gently moved her hair away from the side of her face and pushed it aside, baring her neck.

He knew damn well the power of a simple touch, and he had gentled his after the rough reminder of who was in charge. Her eyes briefly drifted closed when his fingers softly stroked her neck, and he’d gritted his teeth from the effort of expressing any sort of tenderness. With the thunderous lust racing through him, he was struggling not to ravish the holy fuck out of her ass.

Edward reached under her and found the snap and zipper to her shorts, making fast work of the mechanics so he could get her naked as quickly as possible. But not too quickly. The masterpiece of her tight ass with the beautifully curved cheeks and the way her back arched was so damn perfect he wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.

“Fuck.” He groaned when the shorts were gone, and all she had on from the waist down was a sexy scrap of white silk. There was something so fucking cool about the way she spread out on the damn counter in his kitchen. Talk about a feast.

He stepped back and Paige objected with a displeased, “Oh.”

“Be still,” he drawled.

Edward taunted her by putting his fingers inside the elastic of her panties as if he was set to pull them off but never did. It was more fun watching her squirm and seeing the way her skin prickled from his teasing touches.

Had she said something? He leaned close, keeping one of his big hands on her ass. He slowly rubbed while he asked, “Have something to say?”

This time, she shifted slightly and looked back at him, her eyes smoky and hooded.

“Please …”

He smiled. So polite … but was she wet? Hmm.

This time when he straightened and stepped back, she widened her stance, begging with her body and not just her words.

Running a hand over the enormous erection straining the front of his tailored slacks, he enjoyed the tantalizing view she made. Breathing heavily, he gripped and squeezed his cock.

Giving his sex one final tug, he immediately moved his hand to the space between her legs and cupped her silk covered mound from behind. The heat that rushed into his hand was like waving a red flag before a raging bull.

The scrap of silk was also damp. Pretty Paige and her sexy badass had a dripping pussy begging him to enjoy thoroughly.

He laughed when she shimmied against the fingers rubbing her covered slit.

“Someone can’t wait,” he smirked. Grabbing hold of her mound, he ground his hand against her, adding silkily, “Or did you start without me, hmm?”

It’d be so easy to make her come but ramping her level of arousal higher with a bit of denial would make her climax, when he allowed it, even sweeter.

“Edward,” she muttered rather sternly when he changed course completely and dropped to his knees behind her.

Ah-hahahaha. Yeah, right!

He enjoyed that straight-laced, almost prudish thing she had going, but that shit wasn’t going to fly once his blood started pumping.

“No, babe. We do things my way. Besides,” he murmured right before he kissed the flesh on her ass, “you want me to lick your lovely pussy, don’t you?”

He should have kept score of her whimpers. Letting her know he intended to feast on her sweet clit and lap the flood of arousal making her deliciously wet was like lighting a fire and then adding kerosene after the blaze was already almost out of control. She couldn’t help the sounds she made any more than he could.

Growling, he put his hands around each of her ankles, forced her legs apart, and inhaled sharply when her scent invaded his senses.

Running his hands slowly upward—exploring, caressing, and tantalizing every inch of skin—was exquisite torture. For both of them. Her breathing got erratic when his touch reached the back of her knees. Discovering all of Paige’s sweet spots, the ones that made her purr and cry out, was an endless delight.

Lightly tonguing the delicate skin made her shiver and him groan. The groaning and quivering continued as his mouth joined his hands on the sides, back, and inside of her beautiful legs. By the time his hands framed the masterpiece of all asses, they were both hanging by a thread.

First, he kissed both ass cheeks. When she whimpered and squirmed, he changed it up and licked the exposed skin, blowing on the wet trails until her flesh prickled with goosebumps. When he was sure she was in the zone, the animal took over again and bit down hard, neatly marking her.

She cried out, and that, as they say, was it for him.

Swiftly rising, his feral growl filled the silence. With one brutish tug, he ripped her panties in two, giving him full access to the part of her that was driving him mad.

He didn’t know how his pants ended up around his ankles, and he didn’t care. Using his feet to kick her legs further apart, he grunted like a wild beast and ran his fingers through her wet heat, telling her in the most vulgar of terms how much he wanted her pussy.

Jesus. They weren’t even naked; it was broad daylight, and they were in the kitchen without a soft surface, much less a bed, anywhere in sight. The desire that gripped him by the balls had him lining up his thick cock so he could drive home and bury his entire manhood in her succulent body.

As he pushed forward, watching the fat head of his hungry cock stretch her body’s entrance to accommodate his size, he groaned.

“Edward,” she growled.

He couldn’t hold back. Couldn’t stop from pushing deeper until her heat enveloped his sex and his balls rubbed against her ass so he could lose himself in the enjoyment of the slick evidence of her pleasure coating his flesh. She was amazing. Her body, a heaven of pleasure. There was only one thing left to do … fuck her until she came all over his cock and then he’d empty inside her and …

“Edward! Earth to Edward—come in!”