"You've got the nose of a bloodhound," Mallory says. "Looks like everything worked out last night."
She looks at me in my shirtless state, and I bring my hands up to cover my naked chest. Mallory glances over at Paige, who laughs and rolls her eyes.
"We'll leave you two alone," Miles says from the doorway, dragging Mallory behind him.
"Wait, I want girl talk!" Mallory pouts as she exits. She yells for Paige to text her as I close the door behind them and lock it for good measure.
"What happened last night?" Paige asks as she digs into the basket of food.
"Do you need a reminder?" I walk up beside her and kiss her bare shoulder.
"Yes." The word is breathy, then she clears her throat. "Maybe in a second. Tell me what happened. Before you found me."
"I knew something was off with you last night. I went home and I debated about what to do, and then I decided to come check on you. I had this feeling that you were going somewhere, and when I got to your door and Mallory answered, I knew. She didn't even open her mouth. I took one look at her and guilt was written all over her face. I told her if she went straight home, I wouldn't tell Miles."
"Bet she hated that," Paige says, pulling the containers out of the basket.
"He found out, anyway. He was walking in just as I was leaving. He always knows where she is. But I didn't stay to listen to what happened. I knew my badge was missing, and I knew you had plans to sneak back in. You're the only person who gets close enough to me to be able to take it from me."
"How did you know?" she asks, pulling down plates and serving us food.
"Kitten, I keep telling you that I know you better than you know yourself. You gave me the slip, but not for long."
"I'm surprised Miles isn't pissed," she says, looking down at her plate.
"Nah. He knew where she was the whole time. There's enough security in this building to guard the president. It's not like you asked her to go to a bar so you could hit on men." I give her a smirk, and she throws a grape at me.
"I only did that once. And it wasn't to hit on men." No, maybe it wasn't, but half the bar was eye-fucking her by the time I showed up.
"Get over here and make it up to me." I grab her by the waist and put her up on the counter of the kitchen. Pushing her blanket off her, I let it pool around her hips. I spread her legs, exposing her fully, and look at her sitting naked in front of me. "Delicious." I still can't get over that she's here naked in front of me for my taking. For so many years I've wanted this. Worked toward it. I thought it would never come.
"What do I have to do to make it up to you?" Paige looks at me with hooded eyes, her dark auburn hair flowing down one shoulder. She smells like lavender, sex and me. My mouth waters to taste her again. She might have been a virgin last night, but Paige isn't shy. Even better, she likes it dirty, something I didn't know I liked until her. She brings out a barbaric side of me.
"I think you're probably ready to take me again, aren't you?"
She bites her lip, but spreads her legs wider, scooting to the edge of the counter.
"That's what I thought, kitten. Always ready for me." I unbutton my pants and kick them off. As I stand naked in front of her, my hard thick cock points angrily at her pussy. It's the place he wants in most, and he's dripping for her.
I grab one of her ankles and prop it up on my shoulder as I press my aching head to her opening. I thrust in firmly, letting her take all of me in one long slide, then give her a second to adjust.
"Relax, kitten. I'm going to take you deep like this. I want your eyes on my cock as it goes in and out of you. I want you watching me take you, and I want you to see it pulse when I come inside your pussy. Sucking every drop of me into you, where it belongs."
I feel her clench around me at my words and watch as her eyes drop to our connection. I slowly drag out of her, and then thrust back in quickly. We both moan at the sensation of me taking her. As I pump in and out in even motions, she pants with need. I keep rocking at the same tempo while I bring my thumb up to her exposed clit. At the first touch she cries out my name, but doesn't orgasm. She's overly sensitive from my mouth, but she doesn't tell me to stop.
My cock is slick with her passion, and my entry is so easy. She's unbelievably tight, even after taking her cherry, and I don't know how much longer I can last. I grab her other foot and put it on my shoulder so both her legs are up in the air. Her ass is on the edge of the kitchen counter, and she's got her palms braced behind her for support. But she's not going anywhere. I've got a grip on her hips, and we watch as our bodies become one over and over.