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Eason

P aige fumbles with her bag as our tongues swirl, and when she locates her key, she pushes me back. “Found it. As much as I love the thrill of being in public, with current circumstances in mind, we should go inside.”

“You won’t hear any arguments from me; I don’t want to have to hold back at the risk of making you scream too loud.”

“That’s a much better reason.” Paige opens the door and drags me over the threshold before connecting our lips again. Her hands roam my body as she nibbles on my bottom lip, eliciting a low grunt from the back of my throat.

Pressing her against the closed door, I nudge my knee between her legs and rock into her, letting her feel how much I need this. Want this.

When her movements quicken and she starts to pant, I break our kiss and drop to my knees, sliding her leggings and panties down before my eyes lock on her pussy. “Goddammit. I don’t have a condom.”

And I really need to fuck her. Especially if this is going to be the last time.

Paige suppresses a smile, shaking her head when I gaze up at her. “Lucky for you, we’re in my apartment. And I have a stash.”

“A stash?” I question, working hard not to groan. She can do what she wants. Doesn’t mean I like thinking about it.

“Yes, a stash,” she states matter-of-factly as she steps out of her clothes. “But I don’t mean that in the way you’re thinking. I have a box, and it’s full. Do you want to keep talking or should I go and get one?”

“Get two,” I say, spinning her around and giving her a slight tap on the ass to get her moving. “I’ve got an hour before I have to leave.”

Paige peers over her shoulder, her lip pursed as she hides her lust. “I’ll get one,” she says with a smile. “I’m expecting a call in thirty minutes.”

I want to complain, but thirty minutes is better than nothing, so I’ll take it. And the second she’s back, I’m ridding her of her tightly fitted tank top, my eyes raking over her almost naked body.

Taking my time to worship her, I release one of her breasts from the cup of her bra, teasing her nipple with my tongue before moving to the next one. When she’s squirming at my touch, I kiss a path up her neck, only stopping when I reach the sensitive skin below her ear.

“Since you’ve limited our time to thirty minutes, you only get to come twice,” I whisper, gliding my palm along her skin, feeling her shiver. “But Paige…” I add, trailing off as I cup her heat, waiting until she stares up at me, panting. “Your first better be quick, because I want to take my time fucking you for the second.”

I massage her clit and she cries out, her head falling back against the wall as she rolls her hips, silently asking for more.

I start slowly, teasing, working her until she’s ready for me. And when she starts to whimper, desperate for my fingers, I plunge one inside her, pumping it a few times before adding a second, my thumb continuing to tease her until she’s a beautiful, chaotic mess.

Grabbing her wrist in my free hand, I raise it above her head and lean into her, pressing her into the door while she rides my fingers. Her movements pick up along with her breath, and it’s not long before her body starts to quiver. I curl my fingers inside her, rubbing her walls while I continue to work her clit, and she cries out again, thrashing against my hand as her first release hits.

“Oh God, Easton.”

She bucks and shakes as she coats my fingers, and I wait until she stops screaming my name before I let go of her hand, drop my pants to sheath my length. While she’s still catching her breath, I lift her off her feet until she wraps her legs around my back, then lower her onto my cock, slowly, my eyes locked with hers, both of us groaning when I’m buried inside her.

“God, your pussy was made for me, the way it wraps perfectly around my cock. Such a shame about your dad.”

Paige clenches as she giggles, and then as though she’s punishing me for my comment, she grips my shoulders and lifts herself up before slamming down again and rolling her hips, until I buck uncontrollably.

“Jesus. Paige. Give a guy the chance to settle.”

“We only have thirty minutes, remember? Twenty now. And I need you to fuck me good.”

“That I can do.” I squeeze her ass and pump up into her at the same moment she pushes down, meeting me thrust for thrust. And we’ve just found our rhythm when she adds, “I want you to leave a mark, East. Make me remember you long after you're gone.”

“Christ.” My cock twitches inside her as a possessive need takes over me. “Does that mouth ever get you in trouble?”

“All the time.”

She giggles, and God, I don’t doubt that. She has me wanting to tattoo my name on her inner thigh so that any man coming after me knows that I was here first, that I’m the reason they will never be enough for her.

Releasing my hold on her ass, I curl my hand around her neck and tilt her head, settling for sucking the flesh of her breast until I’ve left a pink blemish. Her breath hitches and she tries to look down, but I don’t let her, tightening my hold until I’ve made an identical mark on her other side.

My cock swells as I stare at her chest, and I pump harder, letting go of her neck so I can kiss her again, possessing her mouth until she’s moaning against my lips.

Curling her fingers into my hair, she tugs my head back, pulling me away for only long enough to rush out her request.

“You’re good but I know you’ve got more. Fuck me harder, East. Ruin me.”

She crashes her lips back to mine as I hitch her higher and slam into her, bracing her against the wall so I can rock my hips, fucking her with abandon.

“Yes,” she mumbles against my mouth before tugging my head away again. “I’m so close,” she rushes out. “But I need more, please.”

Without responding, I raise my thumb to her mouth and press it against her lips, telling her, “Suck.”

Her eyes widen and she lets out a lust-filled moan before doing as she’s told, opening her mouth, her beautiful lips wrapping around my thumb.

With a whimper, she rolls her tongue across my skin, and her pleading tone, along with the sight of her at my mercy, has my balls tightening as my release looms.

The longer she sucks, the louder she moans, and the vibrations on my hand travel straight to my cock while I pump her harder, giving her everything I’ve got.

My thumb properly coated, I pull it from her mouth and lean back, staring down at our connection while I press it against her clit. She bucks against me as she cries out, and when I roll my thumb, her body spasms, her walls tightening while I grunt out her name, no longer able to hold back.

“Fuck, Paige. Yes.”

I spill into her as my release hits, and I tighten my grip on her ass, holding her up as she loses control, both of us coming together seconds before her phone rings.

“Jesus,” I rush out. “That was well timed.” I slow my movements, my body still jerking, as I try to catch my breath.

Paige’s head falls back against the door as she moans breathlessly, her beautiful tits rising and falling in my face as her second orgasm takes over her.

“Do you want to—”

“Let it go to voicemail,” she pants, and I can’t help but chuckle.

We stay connected for another minute, silent until her breathing evens out. And it’s not until her feet are firmly on the ground that she speaks again.

“Well, Easton Wilder.” She pats my chest. “That was one hell of a goodbye.”

I raise an eyebrow at her use of my full name and she laughs.

“As if I wasn’t going to look you up when I found out you were a football star. Admit it, you researched me too.”

“Nope.” I can honestly say that I didn’t, but now that she mentions it, I might. “All I know is that you’re my team owner’s daughter and as your father put it… off-limits.”

“Ugh. He had to go and put a downer on the situation. But a fact is a fact. And that’s exactly why we’re doing the right thing and staying away from each other. Keeping our hands to ourselves.” As she says that, she runs a finger across my abs, her gaze following the movement, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

“So you agree we still need to end this?” I ask, and the words taste like poison in my mouth. It’s such a shame. Especially when she’s looking at me like that. “Paige?” I question when she doesn’t respond.

“Yes. I do.” She blows out a raspberry. “It will be easier that way.”

S ince we have a preseason game tomorrow, we only had a few short meetings today, so I have too much time to kill before Isaac gets home. I’m itching to call Macy, but that’s likely to send her into a rage, and I don’t want that until Isaac’s home safely.

Like always, my mind drifts to Paige, but I cut off that line of thinking before I picture her naked. That’s not conducive to my moving-on plans. I need to find something else to take my mind off things. Something that isn’t football related and unfortunately, Paige now fits that bill.

After twiddling my fingers for way longer than anyone should twiddle, I grab my phone and call my mom, hoping she’ll help me pass the time, quickly realizing that was a mistake.

“What’s wrong?” she rushes out, making me startle.

“Who answers a call like that?”

“Me. When you call.”

“I just called to say hi.”

“As lovely as that is, I saw you yesterday and I’m seeing you tomorrow, so sue me for being curious.”

“Well, I’m good.”

“How’s Isaac?”

“I don’t know. I’ll let you know when he gets home.”

“I’m sure he’s having a blast. Oh, Keeley just arrived.”

“She’s there?”

“Yep.”

My brows furrow because she hardly ever visits; she’s a caller. Always claiming she’s too busy to see people. Something must be going on. “What’s wrong?” I ask, concern obvious in my tone.

Mom bursts out laughing, and it’s a good fifteen seconds before she responds. “You two are so alike it’s crazy.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing. I already told you that.”

“Exactly. And there’s nothing wrong with her either.” Mom laughs again and I picture her rolling her eyes. She’s not stupid; she knows there’s something up with both of us, but thankfully, she’s not one to push it.

“Is that East?” Keeley asks in the background before the phone crackles and she comes on the line. “Can we come over?”

“What, why?”

“I want to use your pool.”

I’d normally say no, but since that will definitely kill time and mean I have someone to keep an eye on Isaac while I talk to Macy, it seems like a good idea. “Fine. Come over. I’ll make dinner. Hope you like steak.”

“Are you okay?” she asks, and it sets Mom off laughing again.

An hour later, Mom, Keeley, and I are sitting by the pool, all our issues—our unspoken issues—temporarily benched while we enjoy the sunshine. Keeley stretches out on the lounge chair beside me and yawns, while my gaze flits to the water. “I thought you wanted to use the pool?”

“This is me using the pool. Where else do you expect me to soak up the warmth in my bikini?”

“ Your balcony? At your apartment.”

“Oh shush. You’re happy I’m here. We both know you need the company.”

“As do you.”

“Touché. Now let me enjoy what little time we have.”

Mom pays us no mind as she reads her book in a separate cabana, opting to stick to the shade like the clever person she is.

I consider swimming, but instead lay my head back, taking a moment to breathe.

I’ve just closed my eyes when the door bangs shut and I jump along with the person who just came through, eliciting the smallest of smiles from my lips. From my position on the other side of the pool, I have a clear view of Paige as she walks in, her bikini-clad bronzed skin reflecting the sun, like she’s wearing some kind of shimmery lotion.

She makes herself comfortable on a lounge without noticing any of us and unfolds a large spiral notebook. My brows furrow as I watch her—the book is too big for writing in—but when she pulls a pencil out of her bag and starts drawing with small strokes, it all makes sense—she’s an artist.

Something about that has me smiling, but I shouldn’t be surprised that she’s creative. There’s no denying I’m curious about her. But unlike her, I haven’t done any research. Yet. Though I have to admit, she’s tempting me.

While my mom and Keeley are oblivious, I sneak glances at Paige, my mind crowded with thoughts about what she could be drawing and what else she does in her spare time. She has me wanting to pull out my phone and search her name, only I’m worried that any movement will break her concentration, and I’m not ready to shift my gaze. I’m enjoying the view too much.

Twenty minutes pass in silence until my mom coughs, and Paige blinks as though snapped out of a strong daze before she glances up and gapes, clearly surprised.

My lips curl into a grin, but instead of smiling back, she looks away, fumbling her things as she attempts to subtly close her sketch pad before securing everything under her chair.

When she looks my way again, I tuck my hands behind my head and raise an eyebrow, smirking when her gaze shifts to my abs. I’m just about to flex when I’m interrupted.

“Is that Paige D’Angelo?”

Jesus . If I had any liquid in my mouth it would have just burst out of me. I internally cringe before slowly glancing at Keeley, preempting her teasing expression. But when I look over, her eyes are firmly locked on Paige as she stands.

“Paige?” she calls out, drawing the attention away from me. “I’m Keeley. We didn’t get a chance to meet yesterday, but I work for the Storm football team.”

Paige straightens in her seat, her eyes briefly flashing to mine, before she glances at the cabana Keeley and I were sharing, alone, since Mom’s on her own in the shade. I picture her mind whirring and cringe. Nope… that’s my sister. I need to clarify that ASAP.

“Hi Keeley.” Paige waves, standing when Keeley reaches her, a warm confident smile in place. “I remember seeing you, but God, I met so many people.”

“Oh, totally understandable. Do you live here?”

“I do. Do you?”

“Me? No. I wish. I’m here with my brother.” She points to me over her shoulder, and I flash Paige an awkward smile when her gaze follows. “He’s on the team. But you may not have seen him because he was likely brooding away in the back. It’s kind of his thing. East!” she calls out. “Come over here. It’s Paige.”

The excitement in Keeley’s tone piques Mom’s interest, and the next thing you know she’s sitting up and looking between me and the girls.

“Who’s Paige?” she asks quietly with a frown, as though Keeley and I are keeping some big secret.

“She’s our new owner’s daughter. We were all introduced to her yesterday.”

“She’s pretty.”

“I better go over,” I say, ignoring her comment. “I don’t want to be rude.”

“Since when?”

“What?”

“That’s never bothered you before.”

“Yes, but when it comes to the big boss's daughter, I have to make an effort.”

At that her face falls, and I internally cringe for worrying her. “Is he making changes?” she asks, and though I shouldn’t, I take that as my out so she doesn’t ask more questions.

“We haven’t figured that out yet, but better to be safe than sorry.”