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him. A little sweat trickled down his bare back.
“Just you and me,” he clarified. “Exclusive.”
“Just you and me,” she repeated, and nodded. “Yes.”
He let out his breath. “So… we’re a thing?”
Paige closed her eyes. “You’re missing a good chunk of vocabulary.”
“Yeah.” He knew. He could barely think, let alone speak. The only thing he knew was that Paige was his, was a part of his life now. He’d seen a glimpse of the sun and he wasn’t going to let it go.
“Okay.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I will forgive your total inability to express yourself adequately and state that we are now ‘going out.’ Do you want me to say we’re ‘going steady’?”
Tension left his body. “Will you go to the prom with me?”
She laughed and took one step forward. He took a step forward. They met and he kissed her. And kissed her. He didn’t consider himself a master kisser, but this felt like something else, like a big fat dividing line. Before and After.
Before was darkness and solitude. After was warmth and light.
Max jumped them. After was also the dog, wriggling with happiness at their feet.
Paige broke away, breathing harf treathind. Her lips were red, swollen, glistening, just as her little cunt had been. The thought nearly unmanned him.
They had a “thing” now. She’d said so. She wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was he. So why the urgency? Why this prickling feeling that everything would dissipate like smoke unless he grabbed her now?
She stepped back, watching his eyes. Maybe understanding his compulsion? With a flutter of silk she disappeared into the kitchen, coming back out with a tray. The dog was leaping and dancing at her feet, giving small yips of joy at the smell of food.
“I think at this point we need to put him outside— otherwise we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Oh yeah,” she sighed.
She snapped her fingers and Max wriggled happily. When she opened the door and pointed outside, he collapsed on the threshold, legs splayed, whining as if shown the door to hell itself. Paige snapped her fingers again. He rose trembling to his feet and slinked outside. Amazed that she would do this terrible thing to him. She closed the door in his reproachful face.
Max started barking immediately, loud barks guaranteed to wake any neighbors within a mile. They looked at each other, listening to Max. When they heard the sound of his claws tearing at the wooden door, Paige stepped close.
“Max! Bad dog! No barking!”
She might as well have been talking to the wind. The intensity of the barks increased.
This was ridiculous. He slapped the door. “Max! Stop!”
The noise stopped immediately. There was a faint whine and a yip and then nothing.
“Does one have to go to officer school to be able to do that?” she asked, tilting her head up to him.
Max smiled down at her. “It helps.”
“I don’t want to be commanded.” There was a little pucker of worry between her eyebrows and he smoothed it away.
“I don’t want to command you.” Oh man, no. “Why would I want to do that?”
She shrugged, the light silk sliding off one shoulder. No, he didn’t want to command her, but he did want to do something else.
It filled his head until he could think of nothing else. Max was forgotten, food was forgotten, the only thing filling his head was Paige, naked underneath a thin silk robe. It wouldn’t have made any difference if she’d been wearing chain mail.
She looked down at him, blushed, then looked up. “I thought you were hungry?”
“Mm.” Heat filled his head, his hands itched. The only thing that could make them stop itching was touching her. It took only a second to untie the robe and slip it off her shoulders and then she was in his arms, naked, soft breasts against his chest.
She’d seen precisely what his body wanted. It was visible to all, sticking out from his groin. Men really had nowhere to hide.
But—but she was
“Just you and me,” he clarified. “Exclusive.”
“Just you and me,” she repeated, and nodded. “Yes.”
He let out his breath. “So… we’re a thing?”
Paige closed her eyes. “You’re missing a good chunk of vocabulary.”
“Yeah.” He knew. He could barely think, let alone speak. The only thing he knew was that Paige was his, was a part of his life now. He’d seen a glimpse of the sun and he wasn’t going to let it go.
“Okay.” She opened her eyes and looked at him. “I will forgive your total inability to express yourself adequately and state that we are now ‘going out.’ Do you want me to say we’re ‘going steady’?”
Tension left his body. “Will you go to the prom with me?”
She laughed and took one step forward. He took a step forward. They met and he kissed her. And kissed her. He didn’t consider himself a master kisser, but this felt like something else, like a big fat dividing line. Before and After.
Before was darkness and solitude. After was warmth and light.
Max jumped them. After was also the dog, wriggling with happiness at their feet.
Paige broke away, breathing harf treathind. Her lips were red, swollen, glistening, just as her little cunt had been. The thought nearly unmanned him.
They had a “thing” now. She’d said so. She wasn’t going anywhere, and neither was he. So why the urgency? Why this prickling feeling that everything would dissipate like smoke unless he grabbed her now?
She stepped back, watching his eyes. Maybe understanding his compulsion? With a flutter of silk she disappeared into the kitchen, coming back out with a tray. The dog was leaping and dancing at her feet, giving small yips of joy at the smell of food.
“I think at this point we need to put him outside— otherwise we’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Oh yeah,” she sighed.
She snapped her fingers and Max wriggled happily. When she opened the door and pointed outside, he collapsed on the threshold, legs splayed, whining as if shown the door to hell itself. Paige snapped her fingers again. He rose trembling to his feet and slinked outside. Amazed that she would do this terrible thing to him. She closed the door in his reproachful face.
Max started barking immediately, loud barks guaranteed to wake any neighbors within a mile. They looked at each other, listening to Max. When they heard the sound of his claws tearing at the wooden door, Paige stepped close.
“Max! Bad dog! No barking!”
She might as well have been talking to the wind. The intensity of the barks increased.
This was ridiculous. He slapped the door. “Max! Stop!”
The noise stopped immediately. There was a faint whine and a yip and then nothing.
“Does one have to go to officer school to be able to do that?” she asked, tilting her head up to him.
Max smiled down at her. “It helps.”
“I don’t want to be commanded.” There was a little pucker of worry between her eyebrows and he smoothed it away.
“I don’t want to command you.” Oh man, no. “Why would I want to do that?”
She shrugged, the light silk sliding off one shoulder. No, he didn’t want to command her, but he did want to do something else.
It filled his head until he could think of nothing else. Max was forgotten, food was forgotten, the only thing filling his head was Paige, naked underneath a thin silk robe. It wouldn’t have made any difference if she’d been wearing chain mail.
She looked down at him, blushed, then looked up. “I thought you were hungry?”
“Mm.” Heat filled his head, his hands itched. The only thing that could make them stop itching was touching her. It took only a second to untie the robe and slip it off her shoulders and then she was in his arms, naked, soft breasts against his chest.
She’d seen precisely what his body wanted. It was visible to all, sticking out from his groin. Men really had nowhere to hide.
But—but she was
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