Chapter Nine
Michael
I tried to focus on Tuesday morning's meeting about recent company gains, but I couldn't seem to get Paige out of my head. It wasn't just the fact that she might be carrying my heir, even now. Hopefully, I had successfully impregnated her the previous night.
Or maybe that wasn't what I hoped.
I couldn't help thinking about how good she'd looked in my bed the previous night, spread out underneath me. That black, silken bra and panty set that she'd been wearing was more than I could have imagined, and stripping it off, seeing those acres of tanned skin, was something else. She had the most beautiful, dusky nipples, and through it all, her green eyes had sparkled with passion.
She was in the top ten, maybe even top five, of the women that I'd slept with. And I couldn't help thinking how maybe if she wasn't already pregnant, we might get to do that again.
I didn't normally like to sleep with the same girl twice. I didn't want them getting attached to me and expecting something more than I was able to give. But I didn't feel like that would happen with Paige. She was just as aloof as I was, maybe even more.
I couldn't deny how sexy that was. It felt like I had to try to get her to want me, and that wasn't something that I normally felt. Usually, I could walk into a bar and have any woman that I desired, after a couple brief minutes of flirting. Paige was different.
She intrigued me. I still didn't want a relationship, but I wouldn't mind spending more time with her. Which I suppose was good, since she was hopefully going to have my child.
“Mr. Adams, can you tell me what you and the marketing department came up with during your meeting?”
I shook myself out of my thoughts, hiding a grimace at the mundane question. “Well, it would be better for Keira to tell you all about their course of action,” I said, gesturing towards the woman, who nodded at me and then launched into a summary.
As for myself, I went right back to thinking about Paige's wonderful pussy. I wanted to explore it. I hadn't had a chance to do so the previous night. I'd intended to go for more than one round. You know, just to make sure that we’d succeeded. But after we'd both come once, Paige had almost immediately gotten up out of bed and started pulling her clothes back on, claiming that she had to be up early this morning for some breakfast meeting that she'd scheduled.
The truth was, I wanted to taste her, to stuff my tongue up inside of her, nuzzle along her folds. I wanted to have her totally at my mercy, begging for me to enter her. Last night, the fuck that we'd had was intended to take the edge off things. I had planned to go further with the second round and the third round.
I liked watching her come.
I blushed a little, thinking about that. If I wasn't careful, I was going to start wondering who was in danger of becoming too attached to whom. I couldn't seem to help it, though. Paige was sexy, and she was everything that I would have wanted in a woman. If I didn't know where the eventual end of the relationship was, I would have been dying to make her mine.
But I knew what would happen: we would grow apart, and we would get bored with one another. We would run out of things to talk about. Better to keep these memories of her, to remember all the wonderful and interesting things about her.
That didn't mean that we couldn't go for round two, though, just to make sure she was pregnant. I didn't want to wait a whole month until she was ovulating again.
I couldn't help considering that maybe it was more than that, but that was ridiculous. She wasn't the first woman that I'd slept with, and I'd never had feelings for anyone before. I steered clear of romance, and I could tell that Paige did as well, if the way that she'd reacted to the admittedly somewhat intimate pasta dinner had been any indication.
I frowned, just thinking about that. I knew that Rosa, my maid, wanted me to find a woman and settle down. She and I were close; I had practically been raised by the woman. This wasn't the first time that Rosa had hinted that maybe I should look for something more.
I needed to have a talk with her about what was and wasn't appropriate. Maybe I could just say something about how Paige had been nervous because she'd thought I wanted something more. I only hoped Rosa would stay off my back when she found out Paige was pregnant. She'd probably expect the two of us to get engaged immediately.
I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help grinning fondly. Of course, I could never tell her that Paige was never meant to be my girlfriend or my wife. She was just a willing surrogate.
A willing surrogate, with a tight pussy and a great ass, my mind reminded me, and I could feel my dick twitch.
I called Paige nearly as soon as I walked out of the meeting, the moment I shut the door of my office behind me.
“What's up?” she asked, sounding groggy, as though I had just woken her up.
I winced. “Were you asleep?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “Just getting a couple hours of sleep in before work tonight. Why?”
I had the sudden thought of what she must look like right then, just waking up. I could picture her there without any clothes, snuggled beneath the sheets. Her hair would be mussed, and her eyes would be tired. She would look unbelievably cute, I imagined, and I was struck by the desire to wake up next to her.
Just once, though. I wasn't going to make this a thing.
I cleared my throat, banishing the image and its accompanying thoughts from my mind. “I was going to ask if you wanted to meet up tonight,” I told her. “But if you're working, maybe I could swing by afterwards?”
“It's an inventory night, so I'm not going to be off until almost dawn,” Paige groaned. “Hence trying to get in a couple extra hours of sleep now. Sorry.”
“That's okay,” I said quickly. “What about tomorrow night?”
“I have another late night, but if you wanted, you could come by around 2 a.m.”
“That sounds great,” I said. “I'll be there to take you home.”
“You'll be there to take me in more ways than one, is that what you mean?” Paige asked slyly.
I laughed. “That's exactly what I mean,” I told her. “After all, we have to make sure that it worked.”
“Oh, of course,” Paige said.
I could hear her grin across the phone, and it prompted me to push it a little. “I didn't mean for you to run out of there so quickly last night,” I told her. “I was planning on giving you what you needed for round two. I could tell how badly you needed another orgasm.”
Paige was quiet for a moment. “You know, I do sleep with other guys. I was with someone else just last week; I don't think I needed an orgasm that badly.”
“Right,” I said, feeling jealousy course through me for a second. But that was ridiculous. Of course she slept with other guys. I slept with other women, too. Anyway, I knew that was all going to stop now since she'd be getting pregnant. Hopefully.
Should I have written something in the contract about that, that she wasn't allowed to sleep around with other guys when she was carrying my child? But that idea sounded weird and possessive even inside my head.
“I'm super attracted to you,” Paige admitted. I could hear how much she was blushing. “I don't know what it is, but you're right, I needed another orgasm. Need one.” She paused and then lowered her voice. “To be honest, I'm sitting here in bed touching myself because I can't get over how badly I need another orgasm.”
I grinned, preening a little even though she couldn't see me. If she kept talking like that, though, I was going to have to get myself off as well, and I didn't want to do that in the cold impersonality of my office. “Good,” I said. “Keep touching yourself, you deserve it. And I'll pick you up after work tomorrow night.”
“No romantic dinner this time, though,” Paige said.
I laughed. “You got it,” I agreed.