messy concert for my ears.
I can’t hold back. Not tonight.
Even as I’m hammering her first orgasm through her, barely holding myself together, I feel a riptide coming on that just might split me in half.
I tighten my grip as she shakes in my arms, slamming into her as hard as I can. My hand dives between her legs, finds her clit, and rubs every resistance right out of her.
“Don’t you dare stop coming,” I snarl, my eyes like a steel trap.
Her body obeys so beautifully.
Her pussy clenches around me like God’s own velvet, giving as good as she gets, begging for my release.
With her eyes molten jade and a scream in her lungs, I explode.
My lips meet hers at the very last second before I’m a pulsing machine, a chariot of ecstasy, ropes like lightning pouring out, filling her to running over with my seed.
If I’m doomed to be a Wardhole, then I’m a deliriously happy one when I’m tangled up in Paige.
She’s shaking in my arms. I’m trembling against her. Hot release steams onto the sheet when I pull out of her.
I guide us further back on the bed and a dry spot, inching up to the headboard where we collapse together.
We exchange a few more warm words. We trade more quaking flesh.
Mostly, the smiles speak volumes, and they’re full of promises tonight.
It’s been a hell of a day.
No surprise, she’s asleep in my arms before I can revive for round three. I watch her snoring peacefully in my arms and soon sleep drags me down.
Sometime during the night, Paige rolls out of my embrace and takes the covers with her.
It’s cold, and I try to take some of the comforter back, but she has a mobster’s grip for a sleeping kitten.
“You’re freezing.” She wakes up and presses her cheek to my chest.
I close my arms around her. “No thanks to you, blanket-stealer.”
She gives me a grin that could age blue cheese.
“Good thing I love you enough to tolerate the arctic,” I whisper, kissing her again.
My phone’s alarm screams from my pocket somewhere on the floor a short time later.
“Damn it. Time for work. I have the new interior design sessions today. Nick’s thinking about this spinoff company he wants to make his baby, and he’s intent on driving me insane.”
She giggles. “Should I tag along or do we need to work out a start date?”
“We do, but if you don’t have anything better on your schedule...” I shrug. “I’d like your help interviewing new EAs. You know the job and you put up with me, so you’re probably the best resource.”
“You have to buy me lunch then.” She pokes a finger into my stomach, drifting dangerously low before I stop her.
“That’s a given—if you don’t tease my pants off all day.”
Her next kiss bursts with laughter that’ll sustain me all morning.
Finally, I summon the courage to say what I really want.
“Come home, Paige. Will you?”
She glances around with a devilish smirk.
“Already home, aren’t I?”
“You know what I mean. Come home to our room. And I’ll tell Grayson we’ll get you set up at the lakehouse, any damn way you please.”
She combs her fingers through my hair. “It’s not the décor...”
“What then?” My face tightens.
“We lived together for a fake engagement, right?”
“Yes?”
“Things spun out of control. I love you, Ward, but I’m not coming back until I know it’s real this time.”
“I spent the night,” I say, twining my fingers through hers. “That’s real enough.”
“And waking up beside you feels like Cloud Nine.”
“Then why—”
She closes her eyes and bows her head.
“I just...I need major commitment this time, and we just got back together. I’d like to keep some boundaries until we’re sure. You’re welcome here anytime though. This is my turf, so I’m cool with that.”
For once, I wish she wasn’t so obscenely sensible and stubborn.
“Do you doubt my love?” I ask.
“No, but I think we moved too fast last time due to the charade. This time, we know it’s meant to last. I can’t handle losing you again, so...give me your love and your patience?”
“I need you home with me, but I’ll play by your rules,” I whisper, bringing her hand to my lips.
She giggles when my beard brushes her skin.
“Thanks for understanding. I knew you would.”
“I get it, even if I hate it.”
With her eyes lidded, she leans forward and kisses me again.
“I love you, Wardhole.”
And that’s enough for now.
Patience.
How could I own an architecture firm if I didn’t know it takes time to build beautiful lasting