by Claire Raye
“Paul,” I beg, shifting my hips against his, grinding into him and needing more.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Sadie,” he growls, his mouth now moving to my breasts and biting through the fabric of my dress.
My head is thrown back, moaning out his name again, I dig my fingers into the bare skin of his shoulders.
“Then do it,” I tell him, pleading and needy. “Make me come, Paul. Make me forget anyone who came before you.”
I reach between us pushing his shorts down his hips, I wrap my hand around him. The groan that falls from his lips encourages me. Stroking him gently and without thinking about it anymore, I shift until he’s inside me, my panties pushed to the side.
There’s a weightless desire between us, a newness to our union that I haven’t felt in forever. He lifts my dress over my head, his hands splaying out across my bare skin as I begin to move slowly. There’s an awakening in my body, a body I thought would be numb for the rest of my life.
“It’s been so long, Paul,” I moan as he grips my hips, lifting me in time with my rhythm and the momentum speeds up, both of our breathing growing labored.
“Look at me, Sadie,” he growls, his fingers digging into my flesh even more, and my eyes open, my lids heavy, my lips parted as I take in the comfort of his features. There’s an intense longing in his eyes as if he’s waited for this moment forever, as if he’s waited for me.
I watch him as he watches me, our bodies connected, moving in time together, building to what we both know is coming.
I block out all thoughts of what this might mean, what further disaster I might create for myself by being with Paul. And I kiss him until we’re both moaning, the sounds of our voices filling the room, conscious only of what we want to do to each other. We’re all hands and lips and exploring each other’s bodies, groping and grasping as desperation seeps into both of us.
Oh, god, his scent, the taste of him as I run my warm tongue over his heated skin. It’s like tiny fireworks going off inside me, burning hot and dangerous, but I don’t care because he’s brought to life something in me I thought was dead.
We move faster, one hand gripping my hip, the other wrapped around the back of my neck as our mouths crash together.
Moving, moving, moving.
In and out.
Panting.
“Paul!” I call out to the empty room and his hand trails down my body, between my breasts, along my stomach and between my legs, pressing right where I need it.
I come undone, clenching around him and he lifts his hips to meet mine. He pushes up, groaning out my name as he shudders and comes inside me.
My head falls to his shoulder, our labored breathing echoing in the vastness of the room, the music now quiet. We’re sweat-covered and sated and tired, but something about this moment has never been closer to perfection.
“You pushed up on your bad ankle,” I say and I feel him smile against the crook of my neck, his face now buried there. He laughs, his warm breath sending a chill down my sweaty body. Goose bumps pull at my skin and I shiver a little.
“It was worth it,” he says, still smiling and I can hear the happiness in his voice, but it’s quickly replaced with apprehension. “And I came inside you bare.”
As much as the implication of his words should have me questioning what we’ve just done, I find something innately sexual about them instead.
“You did,” I tell him. “And you were the first.”
“Ever?”
“Ever,” I whisper, my mouth next to his ear, my tongue poking out and gently running along the shell. A possessive growl builds in the back of his throat and it has me smiling again. “Don’t worry, I have an IUD. I’m not that reckless.”
“That’s too bad because the thought of trapping you with a baby…” He pulls back winking at me and making me laugh. “You’d be stuck with me forever.”
“I already want to be stuck with you forever,” I admit, the words slipping out before I can stop them.
What the fuck?
I can’t be one of those stupid girls who confuse sex for something more. I know it’s been a while, but shit. And then it hits me, Paul probably thinks he’s my rebound, like I’m using him to get back at Noel and I suddenly feel horrible.
“But I don’t want you to think…” I start, trailing off, unsure of how to explain myself. I shake my head, my eyes closing as I shame myself for ruining something that seems so perfect for a split second.
“I don’t think anything. You came back. You came back to me. For me that’s enough. It can be more when you’re ready, but always remember to pay attention to who you’re with when you feel your best.”
“It’s you and I want it to be more, but you have to understand I come with baggage. A lot of baggage,” I say, thinking about how the press will absolutely eat this story alive and then there’s Noel.
“We all come with baggage, Sadie. And if you’re talking about your ex, the only thing that matters is I won.”
“What do you mean you won?” I ask, pulling back, a confused look on my face, my nose wrinkling up.
With his lips practically touching mine, his voice low, he murmurs, “I came inside you. He will never get that.”
Chapter Twenty
Paul
I pull back a little, stare up at her as she sits, still straddling me; me still buried inside her and my words floating between us, both of us knowing how significant they are. Sadie looks down at me, a look of both wonder and fear on her face.
“We can do this,” I whisper, brushing my lips against hers.
“We can?”
“Yes,” I tell her. “We can. I want you, Sadie. I want this. And I know you do too,” I continue, still brushing my lips against hers. “So let’s fuck the baggage and everyone else.” She pulls back, her eyes searching my face. I slide my hands up, cupping her jaw as I smile at her. “You’re amazing, Sadie, don’t ever let anyone tell you otherwise.”
A smile finally tugs at her lips, her eyes softening as she leans her forehead against mine. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” she murmurs, “but thank you.”
I slip my arms around her waist, pulling her closer as I press a hard kiss to her mouth, thinking I’m the one who got lucky here. She kisses me back, a low moan falling from her mouth as she rocks against me a little, tempting me even though I already feel like I’d be ready to go in a heartbeat.
“I think I might need a shower,” I eventually say.
She smiles against my mouth. “Me too,” she whispers. “But I have a better idea.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “A better idea?”
Sadie laughs, our bodies separating as she stands. I already miss her, the feel of her against me, the warmth of her body.
“Come with me,” she says, grabbing my crutches and holding them out for me.
I smile at her, standing in front of me in nothing but her panties, her dress discarded on the floor. I readjust my own shorts then stand and take the crutches from her, following her out of the gym and down toward her bedroom. Inside I take in the unmade bed, the clothes that are thrown on a chair in the corner.
She glances back at me, a sexy smile on her face as I she walks through to the attached bathroom. My eyes taking in the huge walk-in shower and separate bath, the dual sink and mirror that spans an entire wall.
Sadie doesn’t stop though, moving toward the large glass window that I realize as she opens it, is actually a door.
“Not too cold?” she asks, tilting her head toward the outdoor tub that sits on the balcony.
I let out a low whistle as my eyes take in the view. “Hell no,” I tell her.
She laughs, before moving to turn on the faucets. As the tub fills, I hobble over and Sadie turns to face me. “Want me to get your other boot?” she asks, pointing to my non-waterproof boot.
I shake my head as I sit on the edge of the bath. “Nah, I just take it off when I shower now.”
Her hands move to her hips as
she glares down at me. “Should you be doing that?”
I chuckle, my hands sliding onto her hips and pulling her closer so she stands between my legs. “Do you know how adorable you are when you’re telling me off?” I whisper, pressing a kiss against her stomach as I take her hand and move it to between my legs. “Really turns me on.”
“Paul,” she murmurs, the fingers of her other hand sliding into my hair, holding my head so my lips are pressed against her skin.
I kiss a path up her ribs to her breast, sucking a nipple into my mouth as I now slide her panties down her hips until they fall to her feet. “So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, loving the gasp she lets out as I gently bite her breast, her eyes staring down at me, watching everything I’m doing to her.
She moves her hands up my body to my face, angling it up so we’re looking at each other. I smile at her, watch as she stares back at me, her fingers tracing the lines of my face. I lean in, press a kiss between her breasts before unstrapping my boot and taking off my gym shorts.
Sadie watches me the whole time and I know she notices how aroused I am again as I slip into the tub, holding out my hand to her. She climbs in, settling herself between my legs, her back resting against my front.
I sink down into the water, wrapping my arms around her shoulders. “This is perfect,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck.
“I think you’re pretty perfect,” she says, looking up at me.
A chuckle falls from my mouth even as I lean down to kiss her again, Sadie pushing up a little as she presses her lips against mine. Our kiss quickly turns hungry, both of us still wanting so much more as our lips and tongues collide, our breathing growing more labored.
Without breaking the kiss, Sadie turns around so she’s practically lying on top of me, her fingers sliding into my hair and holding me to her as she runs her tongue along my bottom lip.
“Fuck,” I growl, my hands slipping to her ass and pulling her up, settling her on my hips, my dick already rock hard and pressing against her, wanting more.
She reads my mind, her hand moving between us as she grabs me, holding me in place as she slides down onto me.
“Jesus, Sadie,” I breathe out. “God, that feels so good.”
She sits up a little, her legs now on either side of me, her mouth still against mine, kissing me, hard, hungrily. “Paul,” she moans, the word almost a plea.
I slip a hand between us as Sadie starts to rock against me, the water now sloshing over the side of the tub, but neither of us caring about the mess. Maybe this is why she suggested we do this out here.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she calls, her head falling back now as she continues to move against me. “God, yes. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I don’t have any intention of stopping, nor do I take my eyes off her, loving the way she looks as she rides me. The look of pure ecstasy on her face as I work my fingers against her is such a turn on. And I press a little harder, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until eventually she can’t take anymore and she’s screaming my name out into the night.
I feel her body as it clenches around me, gripping me tightly and it’s enough to send me over the edge too, her name now echoing out as I come hard, not giving a shit who hears us.
“Holy shit,” she breathes out, her forehead resting against mine. “So good…so damn good,” she pants.
A soft laugh falls from my mouth. “Just wait till I’m back on both feet,” I whisper, pressing soft kisses to her lips. “Then I’ll show you really good.”
Sadie laughs, her eyes filled with happiness. “I can’t wait.”
The following week, Sadie spends long days on set, but I know it’s because she has some really intense scenes to film and not because she’s avoiding me or this thing that’s happening between us. It’s late by the time she comes home at night, the two of us eating dinner together as she fills me in on her day, before we disappear upstairs to bed.
Our nights are filled with our explorations of each other. Fingers tracing lines on skin as we learn each other’s bodies and all the different ways to turn each other on, the various ways we react to each other’s touch or each other’s mouth.
It’s frustrating still having to wear the boot though, limiting the things I can do and I can’t wait for the day when I can finally take it off and do a whole lot more with her.
And even though she leaves early every morning, often on very little sleep, every night she comes to bed insatiable, sometimes waking me in the early hours wanting more, her hands roaming over my body and making it so easy to give her everything she’s asking me for.
Neither of us mention the fact that I’m now sleeping in the bed she once shared with her husband and truth be told, if I didn’t know she was once married, I’d never know he existed. There’s no trace of him in this room, or even in the house and given how hungry Sadie is each night, I can’t help but wonder when he was last present in their marriage either.
It astounds me that he’s this fucking stupid, giving up someone as amazing as Sadie, but I know guys like him thrive on women they can control, women who will never threaten them or their success.
When I wake on Friday morning, Sadie is long gone, the sheets on her side of the bed cool, even though the scent of her lingers. My phone, which now sits charging on the nightstand beside me, chimes out with a calendar alert, reminding me I have the first of my check-ups and physical therapy sessions today.
After I shower and dress, I make myself some coffee while I wait for my Über to arrive. I’m certain if Sadie had known, she’d have taken the day off and offered to drive me, but I know my injury has caused enough problems on set. The last thing I want to do is add to them.
“So, how are you feeling, Paul?” James, the PT asks as I follow him into the room.
“Good. Excited to get this boot off.”
James laughs. “Still four more weeks to go,” he says, glancing at his notes.
“I know,” I say, letting out an exhale. “You think I can ditch these though?” I ask, holding out the crutches as I take a seat.
James looks at me, before glancing at my notes again. “Mmm,” he says, hand scrubbing across his jaw.
“What does mmm mean?” I ask, a little too excitedly.
“Well, there are two schools of thought on the whole weight bearing on a broken fibula,” he starts. “Half say you should because it’s minimal impact on this bone anyway and helps promote healing. Half say don’t.”
“And where do you fit?” I ask, a bubble of hope in my chest.
He waves his hand as though he’s undecided. “It’s really your doctor’s call,” he says. “And seems he thinks crutches for the full six weeks.”
“Shit,” I murmur.
“Let’s take a look,” James says, standing now as he walks toward me. “Maybe if it’s tracking well today, on occasion, it won’t hurt.”
After James takes me through a range of movements to try and see how my ankle is healing and what sort of motion I have, he gives me a series of exercises and stretches to do on a daily basis. He also finally concedes that the occasional bit of weight bearing won’t hurt, but to try and take it easy. I’m definitely not allowed to get rid of the crutches completely.
And while it’s still another four weeks till I get this damn boot off, it’s at least a step in the right direction.
After my appointment, I’m too jazzed to go back home, my excitement at being out of the house for the first time since my accident is almost laughable. On a whim, I decide to head over to the set, figuring I can explain my appearance away by pretending I’m there to hand my PT report to HR. It’s pretty lame, but fuck it, I really don’t want to go back to an empty house right now.
Gus sees me as soon as I hobble on set, a wide grin on his face as he comes over. “Look at you,” he says, laughing as he shakes my hand. “How’s it going?”
I lean on my crutches, shrugging as I say, “Be glad when I’m off these damn things, but I
’m okay. Nothing hurts anymore.”
“That’s good,” he says as we make our way over to some chairs set up on the side. It looks like everything is being reset for a new scene and when I glance around, I see Sadie, busy talking to the grips as they move some furniture. The two leads stand to the side, chatting as they study the script and the scene they are about to film.
Sadie hasn’t seen me yet and as much as I’m itching to go and say hello to her, I know I have to maintain the illusion that I am not currently living with and sleeping with the director.
“Paul?”
I turn, realizing Gus has been talking to me and I haven’t heard a single thing he’s said. “Yeah?”
Gus laughs, as he shakes his head. “I asked how much longer you’re stuck with them,” he asks, gesturing to my crutches.
“Four more weeks,” I say, forcing myself not to look at Sadie.
He nods. “And you’re still staying with this mystery friend of yours then?” he questions as he lifts his brow in question, even though the smile on his face tells me he knows something’s going on here.
“I am,” I say, nodding as I turn back to the set. Sadie finally looks over, the surprise registering on her face as she lifts a hand and waves at me. I tip my head in her direction, giving her a smile.
“Don’t s’pose this mystery friend of yours happens to be our director now, does it?”
“What?” I ask, my head snapping around.
Gus’ smile widens. “Just asking?” he says, shrugging. “I mean you’ve kinda been staring at her ever since you walked in here.”
I swallow hard, not wanting to admit to anything, but not wanting to lie to my friend either.
Gus just laughs though, saving me the worry as he says, “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”
I open my mouth to speak but am interrupted by Sadie, who appears in front of me asking, “Hey, what are you doing here?”
I turn, offering her a smile I hope doesn’t scream I’m having amazing sex with this woman as I say, “Just had my first PT session.” I pull the sheet of paper from my back pocket. “Wanted to get the report to HR. Make sure things are squared away.”