By the time Paige knocked on his door, Garrett had the takeout food set out, the music on and, he thought, his nerve worked up to talk to her. As soon as he opened the door, though, and laid eyes on her, he wasn’t so sure. Damn, she’s hot. “Hey,” he managed through a large lump in his throat.

“Hey.” He pulled the door back and she walked in. That damn skirt swayed and made him wonder what she had on underneath it. “Smells good in here.”

“I’ve been cooking for hours,” he said as he closed the door.

“Really?” Paige pulled off her coat and as soon as he saw the swell of her breast, his mind went back to the gutter and he almost forgot the question. To give himself a second, he took the coat out of her hands and hung it on the hook near the door.

“No, not really,” he told her, and then with a wink he said, “If that were the case it would either smell like barbecue pork or burned toast.”

“Well, whatever it is, smells yummy.” Garrett led her to the kitchen and, trying to keep the small talk going, he asked:

“How was work?”

Paige sat down at the table. “It was okay; busy. Then this crazy guy came by to visit and it was all the girls in the office could talk about for the rest of the day. I got nothing productive out of them all afternoon,”

Garrett set a plate of pasta in front of her and one on his side of the table. “So, what did they say about this guy? Did they think he was hot?”

She laughed. “It was hard to tell.” He put the French bread on the table and said,

“Soda or water?”

“Water, please.” He got two bottles of water out of the fridge and sat down across from her.

“So why was it hard to tell?”

She rolled her eyes and said, “They could barely speak full sentences, and they were drooling.”

“Sounds promising.” Paige had just picked up a piece of the bread. She flung it across the table at him, striking him in the side of the face. “Hey! What the hell was that for?” he asked, laughing.

“Promising,” she said with another eye-roll. “Promising how, pray tell? You looking to hook up, big guy?”

Garrett took a bite of the bread she’d thrown at him and after chewing it up and pretending to ponder her question he said, “If I were, would all of the girls in the office be on the available list?”

She narrowed her eyes at him and said, “Yes, but there’s only one right answer here, so think it over...slowly.”

He laughed again. “I don’t have to think about it,” he said. She smiled, and he said, “I liked that one at the front desk...”

“Oh, that’s it!” Paige jumped up and before Garrett could react, she was straddling his lap with a handful of fettuccine Alfredo aimed at his face.

“Oh, you wouldn’t dare.”

“You obviously haven’t met me,” she said, as she smashed the fettuccine around his mouth.

“You didn’t just do that,” he said in shock. She giggled and said:

“I did. Alfredo looks good on you.”

“Well, now you have to clean it off.”

“Nope, not going to do...” Garrett started to tickle her. She tried to pull away, but he was much stronger. He held her tightly with his arms and used his hands to tickle her ribs and stomach until she was gasping for breath and begging him to stop.

“You going to clean up your mess?” he asked her. She had tears rolling down her cheeks from laughing. When she didn’t answer him right away, he tickled her again.

“Okay! Okay, stop!” she panted. He stopped, and she giggled for a few more seconds while she caught her breath. Then she tried to get up again.

“Where are you going?”

“To get a paper towel or...”

“Oh, no. That’s not how you clean up Alfredo sauce.”

Paige giggled again. “Is this like the whipped cream thing?”

“Exactly,” he said with a grin. He expected her to protest more so he was surprised, pleasantly so, when he felt her tongue swipe across his lips. She moaned, and it was an instant hard-on, especially when she went back in for more. Garrett loosened his grip and let his hands slide up and down her back while she licked his face like a sexy human cat. He was always attracted to Catwoman as a kid—now he knew why. After a few minutes she said,

“I think I got most of it.”

“No,” he told her, breathless himself, and he hadn’t even kissed her yet. “You missed a spot.”

“Where?” Garrett slid his hand up her back and fisted her hair. Using that grip, he brought her head forward until their lips met and as he slid his tongue in between her lips he said:

“Right there.” He kissed her, deeply, and then brought his tongue out and licked her lips and whispered, “There.” His tongue was touching her lips so sensually that it was sending shivers down her spine and goosebumps skittering down her arms and legs. She had her head tipped back, still controlled by the big hand holding her hair, and her eyes closed. Garrett left her lips and let his tongue slide down her chin and then across her neck. He licked all across her neck...she tasted so good. He switched to kisses and when he couldn’t stand it any longer, and had to have a bite of her, he kissed his way across it and then he took a piece of skin in between his lips and sucked on it. Paige was squirming around in his lap, whimpering and gasping, and she let out a sharp cry when he bit down with his teeth and brought his other hand up to cover one of her breasts at the same time.

“Oh yeah,” she whispered. “There.” Garrett massaged her hard nipple through the thin material of her blouse and continued to nibble on her neck. Dinner was forgotten; she was on the menu and no one was complaining.

He let go of her hair and reached down with his other hand and slid it underneath her skirt. He massaged her smooth thigh, all the way to the top. When he reached her panties, he brushed his fingers softly across the wet crotch and made her moan. She wiggled in his lap, pressing down on his hard cock and making him worry it was going to explode in his jeans. He slid his hands underneath her, just to lift her off his cock slightly, but when he gripped her cheeks, she moaned again and he had to massage them. He let one of his fingers slide into the crotch of her panties and her entire body convulsed when it made contact with her swollen pussy lips.

“You like that?”

She had her head pressed into his. She gasped as he dragged his fingers across her engorged clit and nodded her head. “Jesus,” she whispered as he caressed her wet slit and then parted her lips open. She opened her legs wider and pushed her hips up so that he could slide a finger up inside of her. He loved watching the expressions on her face, and listening to her moan. He loved knowing he was good at one other thing besides taking a life.

Garrett fingered her with one finger for a while and as she got more excited, he slid in a second. He was painfully aware that he needed to be inside of her, but he was enjoying having her squirm on top of him at the same time. He’d press his fingers in all the way and when he hit bottom, he’d pull them back out again. She moved her hips in and out, getting louder with each thrust. It didn’t take long until he felt her grip onto his fingers like a vise. She threw her head back, cried out his name, and he felt a rush of warm fluid on his fingers and then all over his hand. Her sexy body began to shake all over and her muscles had all gone slack, like putty in his hands.

“I need to fuck you now,” he whispered into the ear she had pressed against him. She nodded, enthusiastically. Garrett got a good hold on her and stood up. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on tightly as he carried her over to the kitchen counter. He kissed her again, long and slow and deep, and waited for her to stop shaking before lowering her to her feet. Once she was on the ground, he turned her so that she was facing the counter and then he unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. The panties quickly followed it and then he stripped out of his own jeans and shorts, while she relaxed into the countertop and caught her breath.

Once they were both naked from the waist down, he took his throbbing cock into his hand and guided it to her opening. Paige stepped out, so her legs were open wider, and pushed her butt back into him. Garrett eased himself into her, savoring every delicious inch of her tight, wet tunnel as he did. Paige wiggled back against him, trying to hurry him up, but he wanted to take his time. He was already so excited, and he wanted her so badly that it might not last as long as he wanted it to.