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and it all felt so… right. Being here like this,
held in his arms with his mouth doing the most delicious things to
her, she couldn't help but sigh.
Whoever this man was, he knew how to make
her burn.
Resigning herself to enjoy it while she
could, Paige slid her arms back around his neck, relishing the feel
of his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as his tongue
slid sensually against her own. Her body once again relaxed against
him.
Simon inhaled her scent, memorizing the way
she felt and tasted. He knew once she realized who he was, she'd
never speak to him again—that is if she didn't have him killed for
not telling her to begin with.
He never wanted the night to end. Never
wanted to let her go and a small part of him wished she didn't have
to find out. He knew, the minute she realized he was Colin Gregory,
the one person she loathed most in the world, what they had just
shared wouldn't be the glorious, life-altering event he thought it
was, but a dark, ugly memory she would probably spend the rest of
her life trying to forget.
He knew he couldn't let it end like this. He
was too big of a bleeding heart for that to happen. He had always
loved her. He still did.
Breaking the kiss, Simon pulled back from
her, smiling as her eyes slowly opened. "So, are you…"
"Hey Simon, you in there?" Someone yelled
from the other side of the door, knocking loudly.
"Yeah," Simon yelled back, his eyes never
leaving Paige's.
"You got a phone call."
Fuck. Not now. "Take a message. I'm busy."
"Tried. They said it was important."
Simon sighed heavily, closing his eyes
briefly and clenched his jaw before he looked back up.
Paige gave him a tiny smile and her arms
loosened from his neck.
"You hear me Simon?"
"Yeah, I'll be right there," he said,
looking away from Paige for a second before glancing back up at
her. "Well, seems like the small talk will have to wait," he told
her smiling, before grabbing her hips and lifting her up slightly.
A small moan escaped them both when he slipped from her warmth.
Paige smiled at him when he took a step away
from her and reached down and grabbed his robe. She watched him
slip it back on and tie the belt closed.
She still hadn't said a
word to him, her voice completely gone as the old reserved Paige came crashing back
through to push slut Paige away. She looked away from him, her face flaming
from embarrassment as she tried unsuccessfully to cover her
nudity.
He took a step toward her before saying,
"I'll be right back." He leaned down, kissing her on the cheek
before he reached for the doorknob, turned it, and left the
room.
Paige let out the breath she didn't even
realize she'd been holding in when she heard the door click shut
behind her. She hurriedly reached out and turned the lock.
Laying her forehead against the door, she
shut her eyes, taking a few deep breaths before she turned slowly
and leaned back against the door.
Her eyes fell to her naked form in the
mirror and she almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the
situation. Here she stood, bare ass naked in some strange man's
dressing room, a stripper no less, alone, and feeling like a
two-dollar whore.
"What in the world have you done?" she asked
herself quietly as she watched her reflection.
"You just had mind-blowing sex, that's what
you've done," her inner voice sang out.
Raising her hands, Paige covered her face
before pushing her hair back and looking around the room. It was
slightly bare, only a table and small chair sitting in front of the
large mirrors and a bigger armchair off in the corner.
There were a few pictures hanging on the
mirror although she couldn't tell whom they were from where she
stood. A coat rack, holding a black leather jacket and a motorcycle
helmet sat off to the side.
Glancing back at the mirror, Paige once
again saw herself and panic started to set in. She once again
started going over in her mind what had just happened.
She still couldn't believe it and neither
would her friends.
held in his arms with his mouth doing the most delicious things to
her, she couldn't help but sigh.
Whoever this man was, he knew how to make
her burn.
Resigning herself to enjoy it while she
could, Paige slid her arms back around his neck, relishing the feel
of his arms around her, holding her tightly to him as his tongue
slid sensually against her own. Her body once again relaxed against
him.
Simon inhaled her scent, memorizing the way
she felt and tasted. He knew once she realized who he was, she'd
never speak to him again—that is if she didn't have him killed for
not telling her to begin with.
He never wanted the night to end. Never
wanted to let her go and a small part of him wished she didn't have
to find out. He knew, the minute she realized he was Colin Gregory,
the one person she loathed most in the world, what they had just
shared wouldn't be the glorious, life-altering event he thought it
was, but a dark, ugly memory she would probably spend the rest of
her life trying to forget.
He knew he couldn't let it end like this. He
was too big of a bleeding heart for that to happen. He had always
loved her. He still did.
Breaking the kiss, Simon pulled back from
her, smiling as her eyes slowly opened. "So, are you…"
"Hey Simon, you in there?" Someone yelled
from the other side of the door, knocking loudly.
"Yeah," Simon yelled back, his eyes never
leaving Paige's.
"You got a phone call."
Fuck. Not now. "Take a message. I'm busy."
"Tried. They said it was important."
Simon sighed heavily, closing his eyes
briefly and clenched his jaw before he looked back up.
Paige gave him a tiny smile and her arms
loosened from his neck.
"You hear me Simon?"
"Yeah, I'll be right there," he said,
looking away from Paige for a second before glancing back up at
her. "Well, seems like the small talk will have to wait," he told
her smiling, before grabbing her hips and lifting her up slightly.
A small moan escaped them both when he slipped from her warmth.
Paige smiled at him when he took a step away
from her and reached down and grabbed his robe. She watched him
slip it back on and tie the belt closed.
She still hadn't said a
word to him, her voice completely gone as the old reserved Paige came crashing back
through to push slut Paige away. She looked away from him, her face flaming
from embarrassment as she tried unsuccessfully to cover her
nudity.
He took a step toward her before saying,
"I'll be right back." He leaned down, kissing her on the cheek
before he reached for the doorknob, turned it, and left the
room.
Paige let out the breath she didn't even
realize she'd been holding in when she heard the door click shut
behind her. She hurriedly reached out and turned the lock.
Laying her forehead against the door, she
shut her eyes, taking a few deep breaths before she turned slowly
and leaned back against the door.
Her eyes fell to her naked form in the
mirror and she almost laughed at the ridiculousness of the
situation. Here she stood, bare ass naked in some strange man's
dressing room, a stripper no less, alone, and feeling like a
two-dollar whore.
"What in the world have you done?" she asked
herself quietly as she watched her reflection.
"You just had mind-blowing sex, that's what
you've done," her inner voice sang out.
Raising her hands, Paige covered her face
before pushing her hair back and looking around the room. It was
slightly bare, only a table and small chair sitting in front of the
large mirrors and a bigger armchair off in the corner.
There were a few pictures hanging on the
mirror although she couldn't tell whom they were from where she
stood. A coat rack, holding a black leather jacket and a motorcycle
helmet sat off to the side.
Glancing back at the mirror, Paige once
again saw herself and panic started to set in. She once again
started going over in her mind what had just happened.
She still couldn't believe it and neither
would her friends.
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