Chapter 6

 

 

 

Simon walked her down the hall a short distance in silence before he stopped at the last door. Paige's heart raced when he opened it and led her through the doorway.

She knew this was it. The moment she had wanted since first laying eyes on him yet now, that the moment was here, she felt terrified.

She took a deep breath when he let go of her hand. She heard the locks on the door click into place behind her and asked herself what she was doing.

She'd never had casual sex with anyone. Not once. Yet this man, this total stranger, had her ready to jump him at a moment's notice. It brought back Kim's words that every woman had an "inner slut" just begging to come out and play.

Paige admitted to herself that her eccentric friend might have been right. She felt the old reserved Paige slip away and the new take me now Paige step up in her place.

She felt his arms slide around her waist and her eyes closed when his lips once again found her neck. She could feel his growing erection pressing against her backside and she unconsciously arched her back, pressing herself against him.

Her eyes opened slightly when she heard him whisper, "you are so beautiful," against her skin. She saw her reflection staring back at her in the mirror that ran along the wall in front of her.

She watched his hand once again travel to her thigh before running up the length of it and disappearing under the blue fabric of her dress. Her lips parted and she fought to keep her eyes open. His hand slid around her body and ran up her inner thigh before his fingers grazed the silk of her panties.

That one small touch caused her breath to catch in her throat.

She shifted her hips, seeking out his touch and heard him chuckle softly under his breath.

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This wasn't exactly how Simon pictured this little fantasy playing out. Never in his wildest dreams did he think she would be here, in his arms, willingly.

But she was. She wanted him and... he wasn't a fool. He'd take every crumb she offered him and beg for the next.

She'd yet to say a word or look at him, for that matter, but he didn't think much of it. He could still see the hint of fear in her eyes. The same his held if she looked hard enough.

His fingers danced over her silky smooth thigh, climbing higher to linger over her panties. Her hips shifted at the move and he smiled against her skin.

He ran his other hand up her waist to her breast, cupping her through the fabric of her dress before sliding it across her chest and darting inside the cloth that covered her. She gasped when he made contact with her bare skin.

He felt her nipple harden under his palm and twisted his fingers around the puckered bud, rolling it between his thumb and middle finger. Her gasps turned to moans, her head falling back to his shoulder.

The fingers of his other hand still played with the edge of her panties. His hand darting inside the fabric to tease the soft skin he found there. Her breathing increased, her body trembling beneath his hands.

Paige brought both of her hands back, resting them on his legs. She watched them in the mirror mesmerized. His hands were everywhere and she felt light headed. Her body felt like a live wire.

Her eyes slid shut, the sensations running through her body causing her knees to go weak, and he was barely even touching her. Her mouth open slightly and as he kissed his way up her neck, she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him.

He kissed her then and it was most definitely the kind of kiss she had always dreamed of. It demanded and forced her to his will, fire and passion unlike anything she'd ever felt.

His tongue pushed past her lips and her moan of pleasure broke through the silence of the room. Her arm rose from his side, wrapping around the back of his head and she fought against the onslaught of emotions tumbling out of control.

The smallest of touches, the soft sweep of his fingers against her skin, the taste of him—Paige felt lost in the sensations. No one had ever made her feel so wanted, so desired before. The fact this man did nearly blew her mind.

She broke the kiss with the need to breathe and her eyes fluttered open in time to see Simon step around her. She looked up into his face and before she could even catch her breath, he was kissing her again.

She moaned into his mouth when he forced his tongue past her lips and her arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Her mind went blank, nothing registering except this man, the way he felt pressed against her and the way her body tingled at the feel of his hands roaming over her skin.

Simon wrapped one arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him while the other tangled in her hair. He held her to him, taking a step forward and forcing her back against the door.

In one quick motion, he unfastened the clasp holding the top of her dress together. The fabric slipped from her neck, sliding along her skin to rest at her waist and exposing her to him.

Paige's head fell back against the door when Simon broke the kiss. She watched him take in the sight of her naked breasts. His eyes growing hungry before he leaned his head down to her neck.

Her eyes closed and she leaned her head to the side. His lips left feather soft kisses on her skin. His hands traveled up her sides, skimming lightly over her flesh before coming to rest on both of her now exposed breasts.

His lips and hands explored her, the velvet warm kisses floating over her collarbone and she forced her eyes open. She watched him in the mirror, his mouth covering the waiting breast in his hand. Her eyes fluttered when his tongue swept across her nipple and a wave of pleasure trickled from the spot his mouth now lavished straight to her core.

Simon's other hand lightly pinched the nipple of her other breast and the soft moans coming from Paige encouraged him. She arched her back and he doubled his efforts, his hands and mouth worshiping her flesh. Her muscles clenched and her hand rested on the back of his head, holding him to her.

She gasped softly when his teeth scraped across her hardened nipple before his tongue flicked across the small bud and sent jolts of pleasure throughout her entire body.

Simon pulled his mouth away from her, kissing across her chest while pushing the material of her dress down her legs and latching onto her other breast.

She watched him suck at her until he looked up at her. She could feel her pulse quicken when his tongue ran slow circles around her nipple before he sucked it back into his mouth. His gaze was holding hers and she panted out shallow gasps of air. Her eyes widened when he reached between her thighs, palming her through the silk of her thong.

The already throbbing sensations coursing through her intensified when Simon reached up and grabbed the side of her panties and pushed them down her legs.

His hand once again came to rest between her legs. One long finger lightly traced her skin before he slid it between her folds. All coherent thought left her. He lightly pinched her clit and she held her breath as she bit her lip.

Simon raised his head, watching her face as he continued to manipulate her with his fingers. Her lip was tucked between her teeth and he licked his own lips when she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

The look on her face, he'd dreamed of many a night. Had wanted to see it from the moment he laid eyes on her ten years ago, the minute he sought her out on stage.

Paige wanted him… all of him.

He lowered his head and once again kissed her. He slipped his tongue past her lips, pleased when Paige sucked it in and bit down softly on it. He smiled against her mouth and her moans increased. She shifted her hips, pushing herself against his hand. Reaching down further, Simon found her opening and slid his middle finger inside, hearing her sharp intake of breath.

Pulling the digit away, Simon added another, pumping his fingers into her slowly as she sucked and bit at his lips.

Simon watched her, giving her right breast one last squeeze before he brought his hand up and pushed her hair away from her face. Her skin looked flushed and her eyes were glassy in appearance. Her lips were parted slightly and the look on her face was something he would never forget. He added another finger into her depths and her eyes fluttered shut.

"Open your eyes," he told her, his words a breathy whisper across her lips. "I want you to see me."

Paige opened her eyes and knew this had to be some form of torture as Simon slowly fucked her with his fingers. Her entire body burned by the time he began to quicken his pace. The palm of his hand cupped her and he ground the heel of his hand into her clit each time his fingers re-entered her.

She stared up into his face, his eyes never leaving hers, and for a brief second she thought she saw something other than want and desire flash behind his eyes. The way he looked at her made her body tighten. Her nerve endings screaming for him to never stop.

His other hand left her hair and pulled and twisted at her nipples. The combined sensations were mind blowing. She grabbed onto his shoulders, holding herself upright. Her body trembled uncontrollably. Her eyes widened when his thumb grazed her clit, a jolt of electricity shooting throughout her body and she fought to keep her eyes open.

She was being tortured through his intimate touch. She never wanted it to end. Her entire body was clenched tight, her muscles screaming for release and she silently begged him to give her everything she wanted.

One minute she was seconds away from ecstasy, the next, holding her breath to keep from screaming. Simon pulled his fingers from her, running them up the length of her until she shrieked and her body jerked in response. He smiled, pleased with her reaction before he leaned in, his tongue sweeping across her parted lips. His warm breath exhaled across the moisture he had placed on them.

His hand skimmed across her breast. The warm lips that set her skin ablaze following his hand's path and she fought to control her breathing as his hand lowered to her stomach.

She heard the rustle of fabric from his robe when he moved, his lips and tongue running a trail down the valley between her breasts and when he reached her stomach, she forced her eyes open to watch him in the mirror.

He knelt before her, lowering his head and kissing the soft skin of her stomach before making his way down her hip to her inner thigh. He lavished her skin with soft kisses before her grabbed her left leg and picked it up, laying it across his shoulder.

Paige only had seconds to prepare for what she knew was coming. Her eyes were wide as she stared at the mirror, a loud moan spilling from her lips when Simon lowered his head to her. She felt the warmth of his tongue invade her folds, seeking and exploring every inch before forcing its way inside her.

Her head fell against the door, her hand reaching out and grabbing his head. Warm air from his soft exhales passed over the heat between her legs and she swallowed heavily to moisten her suddenly dry mouth.

Her eyes were riveted to the mirror, unable to look away. Her skin looked flushed and her chest rose and fell rapidly with every accelerated breath. The feelings coursing through her body only heightened as she watched them in fascination.

His hands roamed over her heated flesh. She fought to regain a hold of her body's reactions but one sweep of his tongue against her clit sent her spiraling closer to release. The wet warmth of his tongue on her as he sucked and licked her flesh caused the whispered babbles of his name to filter throughout the room.

Simon felt her tremble against him, felt her fingers tangle in his hair and heard her gasp for air. He smiled against her sweet flesh when his name was repeatedly whispered from her lips.

He attacked her flesh with more fervor. Long licks and gentle nips, the sweet ambrosia of nectar from her filled his mouth and had his own body on the verge of release. He feasted from her, pulling her body closer to his eager mouth.

He could tell she was close to climax. He could hear her breath hitch in her throat and feel her tremble against him. He watched her face, her mouth open, panting for air, her eyes wide and unseeing and he couldn't get enough.

His name fell from her lips, a soft chant that filled him with warmth. Her hand tangled in his short hair, holding him to her sweet spot and ground herself against his mouth.

Paige's eyes were wide, her breath panted out unevenly as she watched them in the mirror. She gripped his hair in her hand and pushed her hips forward grinding herself against his mouth. Rotating her hips in a small circle and forced him closer, a wave trickling through her body before it was followed by a burst of heat. Her eyes slammed shut, the climax rocking her body as her screams echoed off the walls. Her body trembled and shook from the force of it.

She felt herself falling, Simon's hands holding her in place as her body spasmed. He continued to suck at her clit and she rode her climax out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her body.

Time seemed to stand still. Paige took deep breaths to try and control the surges still pulsing through her body. The sound of her heartbeat deafened her as it pounded in her chest and when she felt her leg being lifted, she opened her eyes.

She saw herself in the mirror. Her skin flushed and covered in a light sheen of sweat. She swallowed loudly before Simon stood.

She looked up at him when he stared down at her before the heat threatened to burn her alive. She threw herself into his arm and pulled him to her, her mouth attacking his. She savored the taste of him, her tongue running the length of his. He made a noise low in his throat, his arms tightening around her and crushing her body to his.

She could taste herself in his mouth; the tangy mix of her own juices and a slight hint of alcohol made her eager for more. She wasn't sure when he'd done it, but when her hands ran across his back, she felt sweat slicked skin and hardened muscles that were no longer hidden under the material of his robe. His erection pressed against her stomach and she thrust her hips forward searching for more contact.

Simon broke the kiss before he reached down, grabbed her legs, and lifted her up his body. He lowered one hand and positioned himself at her entrance, sliding his length back and forth over her, coating himself with her juices before slowly sliding himself inside her heat one inch at a time.

He let out a loud moan, the sound mingling with her own, as her still fluttering muscles encased him, pulling him into her hot channel. His head fell forward onto her shoulder, her legs wrapping around his waist. He remained still, her demanding muscles squeezing him to the point of rapture and he consciously tried to slow his breathing. He'd waited too long for this to let it end in a gushing spectacle before he even had a chance to enjoy the feel of her.

Taking a deep breath, he swallowed heavily, trying to regain his composure. She licked the side of his neck before he grabbed her hips and pulled himself out of her slightly. His erratic breathing, which he now knew he wouldn't be able to gain control of, caused his head to spin as he drove back into her depths.

Paige's eyes traveled over his form as it reflected in the mirror. The pale skin covering his hard-defined muscles seemed to glisten in the light and seemed more vibrant as her sun kissed limbs wrapped tightly around him.

She ran her hands up and down his back and felt him shudder in her arms before she lowered her head to his neck and placed a series of soft, wet kisses on his skin. The delighted moan that escaped his throat caused her to increase her efforts and her tongue darted out, licking at his flesh and a wide smile formed on her face. "Salty goodness," she thought to herself as her taste buds seemed to burst at the flavor of his skin.

She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, feeling every inch of him slide in to her before a slow steady rhythm had her rocking her hips with his thrust. His head was buried in her shoulder, hot bursts of air showering her neck with every breath he took.

The feelings coursing through her body made it hard to focus on anything as his slow deliberate thrusts seemed to penetrate her core deeper and deeper as he seated himself further than she had felt anyone go before.

Paige's eyes fluttered when Simon picked up the pace of his thrusts. His hips rotated with every push, the short coarse hair surrounding him hitting her clit with each pass and causing the sensitive bud to tingle with every movement.

He tightened his hold on her hips and his thrusts became harder. The small moans and grunts coming from them both as Simon forced himself into her were drowned out as the sound of sweat slicked skin slapping against each other seemed to echo in the small room. The smell of sex lingered in the air, coating their skin with small beads of perspiration and the heat between them only built.

Simon bit his bottom lip and gripped Paige's hips, clutching her to him. He moaned when she kissed his neck, sucking and licking at his flesh while her fingers ran through his hair. She whispered his name against his skin, telling him how good he felt inside her, and he knew if he died this very minute, the only regret he would have would be her not knowing who he really was.

She tightened her legs around him, her hips moving in time with his and the friction between them built to a staggering pace. Their sweat-slicked skin sliding across the other only heightening his desire.

She grabbed his head, turning her face to him and recaptured his lips. She claimed him, possessed him, body and soul with that kiss, and he surrendered to her without a single regret.

He felt her tightening around him, felt her muscles clenching and pulling him as her kiss became more desperate. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her closer, grinding himself against her as her arms tightened around his neck.

Paige felt it spiraling; the small twist of pleasure starting low in her stomach as Simon's thrust became more forceful. She pulled back from him, sucking in a gasp of air. Her head fell back against the door before the tingles started to spread throughout her body.

Her hold on his shoulders tightened. Simon drove himself harder into her, her pants for air becoming ragged and her muscles squeezed him, pulling him along with her.

"Oh God," Paige whispered, the second her entire body burst with heat. Simon pumped his hips into her while her body clenched around him. Her climax almost paralyzing as her body convulsed and she screamed out.

She vaguely heard him whisper against her skin before his movements became jerky, his own climax crippling his body. He pressed her against the door before his body slowly stilled.

Paige slowly released the tight pressure she had around him as his head fell forward to her shoulder. She smiled lazily, wrapping her arms around him and sighing in satisfaction.

Her entire body felt like it floated on a cloud. Her limbs trembling as she tried to keep hold of him. She leaned forward and kissed his neck, waiting for her body to come down from its high. She had never felt so completely sated in her life. Her body hummed with energy and she tried to calm her breathing.

She felt his arms slide around her waist, small kisses being placed on her shoulder and neck, and they both remained silent, heaving in large amounts of air as their bodies slowly calmed.

Paige inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly, her head resting on his shoulder. "Wow," she said, only to hear a small chuckle come from Simon when she did.

"A very big wow," Simon whispered against her neck. His arms tightened around her waist.

Paige slowly raised her head, lifting her hand and pushing her hair away from her face. Simon straightened and looked up at her. The minute she saw his face, the reality of what she'd just done hit her.

She just had sex with a complete stranger.

An incredibly hot and very talented stranger, but that's what he was. She didn’t even know his name. Was it really Simon? Or was that just a stage name?

And worse yet, he didn't even know hers.

She felt her embarrassment of the situation win over her and she looked away from him. Simon's hand turned her face to him. He stared at her, his eyes searching her face and she knew he saw how she felt. He gave her a tiny, reassuring smile before leaning forward and kissing her.

Her eyes closed at the feel of his lips on her. She wasn't sure what it was about him, but she felt soothed and calm, where only a second ago she had been ready to freak out.

His kiss was gentle and coaxing, a series of slow soft touches 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. Her eyes widened at the thought of them.

What would they say?

She wouldn’t tell them. How could she? That was the last thing she needed. Hearing them go on and on about her having sex with a stripper wasn't on her list of fun things to do, especially seeing how said stripper didn't even know her name.

She sighed as she thought about it. "Great, I'm just another notch in his belt now," she said softly to no one and rolled her eyes. "You really are a slut."

For the first time in her life, she'd acted on impulse. Sex with a total stranger, in a dingy back room, wasn't anything she thought would ever happen to her. Let alone have unprotected sex. "Oh my god. You're an idiot, Paige. One pretty man and you completely loose your mind."

The possible consequences of what she'd done made her slightly ill. She sighed heavily before closing her eyes and groaning at her stupidity.

Hearing a voice in the hall, her eyes opened before she hastily reached down and grabbed her dress. She quickly slipped it back on and fumbled with the clasp, trying to get it hooked before Simon came back.

She had to get out of there. Fast.

As the voices seemed to disappear in the hall she decided to save herself another embarrassing moment with him and reached for the door. She unlocked it and poked her head out, looking both ways.

When she saw the coast was clear, she darted out of the room, shutting the door behind her before practically running back down the hall towards the main room.

 

 

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