Chapter 9
Paige took another deep breath and let her trembling hands fall down to undo his belt. She unhooked the pants underneath it and then unzipped them and gave them a little push. They fell to the floor and she told herself this was it...no turning back now. He stepped out of them and she could see the head of his hard cock peeking out the top of his silk boxers. Caine licked her lips with his long tongue as his hands found the zipper on the side of her skirt. As soon as he pulled down on it, the skirt fell to the floor. She was standing in front of him now in nothing but her black lace thong. Caine looked at her, drinking her in with his eyes and growled. He reached down and pushed off his boxers, kicking them off into the pile of clothes next to him and then he took her hair in both hands and she knew what he wanted.
Paige knelt on the floor and looked up at his face. Caine smiled at her and she tried to manage one back. She decided she was safer not looking at him and concentrated on the task in front of her. Caine was huge and as she lowered her mouth down and kissed the tip of cock his whole body shuddered. She put her tongue against the base of his erection and worked it back up to the tip. Once her tongue was sliding around the tip of it, she wrapped her hand around the thick base and began taking him into her mouth. The whole time she was telling herself that she could do this. It was only sex and it would pay off two fold in the end. As more of his cock slid into her mouth he groaned loudly and his grip on her hair tightened. He flexed his hips, advancing more of himself into her wet mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Paige swallowed and let her tongue slide around the underside of his cock as he pulled back out, slowly. He moved forward again and she sucked him back in. She began to bob her head up and down in a rhythm while he used his big hands in her hair to move her head where he wanted it, pushing her to keep going and moaning the entire time.
“Shit baby!” He pulled back, letting go of her hair and put his hands under her arms and pulled her up. He kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he swept her over towards the bed. When she felt it hit the backs of her knees he broke the kiss and said, “You’re so fucking sexy. You have me ready to come already. Lay down baby.”
Paige did as she was told. She was trembling all over now and she hoped that Caine would just interpret it as excitement. He seemed too far gone at this point to notice much anyways. Before she even laid all the way back, he hooked his fingers in the elastic of her panties and pulled them down over her thighs and calves and pulled them down over her ankles. He used one hand to push her thighs open and then he started kissing the insides of her thighs, making his way further down towards her pussy each time. When he leaned in, she could feel his hot breath against her just before he plunged his tongue against the bottom of her clit. He licked it hard from bottom to top and Paige cursed herself for letting out a long moan. He was definitely encouraged by that. He began to lick and suck, taking her entire clit into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. He gripped onto her thighs, keeping them open while he explored and sucked. Paige couldn’t help it; she was letting out gasps and moans as she writhed underneath him and felt herself hurtling quickly towards an orgasm. He moved faster with her every moan, plunging his tongue in further each time. Paige was powerless to stop what was happening to her body. She threw her head back into the bed and arched up her hips as the first wave of the orgasm crashed into her. Her hips were bucking wildly but Caine used his strong arms to hold her in place and carry on flicking his tongue wildly against her clit. For a second she was paralyzed with pleasure...but the realization of what she was doing returned, the second the orgasm passed.
Caine pulled away and stood up. Paige sat up and he used one massive arm to wrap her up and pull her back on the bed so she was in the middle. Then he reached into the top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a foil package. Thank God!
Paige had already decided that was what would absolutely stop this if he didn’t wear a condom. She watched him roll it on his length and she tried to will her legs to stop shaking. She wasn’t sure if it was nerves now, or the massive orgasm he’d just enticed from her.
Caine climbed up on the bed and pushed her thighs open. He took his cock into his hand and worked the swollen head up and down the outside of her pussy lips that were still wet from her own juices. Then suddenly and without warning, Caine thrust himself into her, deep. Paige let out a cry, but Caine didn’t stop...he was slamming in and out of her, each time getting deeper. One of his hands held onto her thigh and the other played with her nipples. Paige pulled herself up to her elbows, trying to change his angle just a bit so that he didn’t hit bottom each time. Caine misread her and lowered his wet lips to hers. He was panting and grunting, pounding into her now with an almost animalistic drive. He continued to pick up his pace until all of a sudden she felt him stiffen and in a strangled voice he said, “I’m gonna come baby. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Paige felt it when it happened, again thanking God for the condom. He worked in and out of her until he finished and then pulled out of her as quickly as he had gone in and rolled onto his back. He was gasping for breath as he pulled off the full condom and tossed it into a wastebasket on the side of the bed. Paige was trying to catch her own breath. Her body was covered with her own sweat and his and before she could fully recover, he turned to her and pulled her in for another passionate kiss. When he was finished that time, he slid his arm underneath her head and pulled her up so she was lying on his shoulder. For some reason, the intimacy of that pose bothered Paige more than the actual act of sex.
“Wow! You’re fucking something else Paige.”
She swallowed hard and hoped her words didn’t sound false as she said, “So are you, Caine.”
He held onto her, rubbing his face into her hair as he did. She felt him inhale deeply. It was another intimate act and she felt her stomach begin to churn. “What is this room for?” she asked, trying to distract herself, but also genuinely curious.
She felt his hard body shake as he chuckled underneath her.
“Sex,” he said, simply.
Paige let her eyes survey the room as she lay on her back. This room was like one that you would have in a five star hotel. The furnishings were obviously expensive and built for comfort. She was sure they weren’t there just for the employees to use when they needed a quick roll in the hay but she wasn’t going to push it now and make him suspicious. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when she felt him let her go and rise up to a sitting position. He looked down at her and licked his lips. She was suddenly scared to death that he was going to want to do it again. Instead, he let his hand wander across her breasts and nipples one last time and then he said, “I got work to do babes. That was fucking great.”
Paige sat up next to him and said, “Yes it was. Is it okay if I shower before I go back out?”
He growled and said, “Damn I wish I had time to join you...” She immediately stiffened until he said, “But I have an appointment I can’t miss. Go ahead and use the shower. Everything you need should be in there.”
“Thanks.” She started to stand up and he grabbed hold of her arm, pulling her back down for another deep kiss. When he let her go, she forced a smile and stood up. As she walked away, he smacked her on the ass.
Paige locked the door to the bathroom behind her and leaned against it with her eyes closed for a few seconds trying to calm herself. The realization of what she had done was setting in hard and her mind was swirling. When she opened them she was stunned by the opulence of the room. There was a Jacuzzi tub and a walk in glass walled shower with two gold shower heads. The counters were thick gray and white granite and the double sinks and large deep tub were shiny porcelain. She ignored the mirror that stretched along one wall...not ready to look herself in the face yet. She leaned into the shower and turned on the hot water first. She let the room steam up, breathing it in slowly before adjusting it by adding the cold. Then, she climbed in and stood under the spray, letting her mind fade into du
llness and everything around her become a foggy illusion. The sensations were calming her and she tried to imagine the memory of Caine’s touch on her skin being washed down the drain with the water. She was sickened by what she’d done, but at the same time she believed strongly it was what she had to do. She repeated the mantra in her head once more...“It was just sex.”
Chapter 10
Kelsey and Paige were sitting at one of the tables in the nightclub on Friday afternoon. It had been two days since Paige and Caine had hooked up in the back room. He would occasionally pat her on the ass, or whisper things in her ear, but thankfully, he hadn’t tried to get her into the back room again. She wasn’t sure if he did that she’d be able to go through with it again. It had taken her these two days and a lot of positive self-talk to work through that. He was behind the bar doing inventory at the moment. She hoped to be finished with Kelsey and out of here before he was so that she could slip out.
“This is the form for ordering from Bowie’s Distribution. We get all of our vodka...all brands from them and some of our whiskeys. The bartenders know what we use the most of and they will fill it out when we’re getting low on bottles and then they’ll bring it to you to sign. If you ever have any questions about anything they’re ordering, don’t sign it. You can always scan it to me if I’m not here and I’ll let you know if it’s an appropriate order or not. They’re all pretty good, but since you’re new I’d hate for them to try and take advantage of you.”
“Okay, I’ll do that.”
“Each one of the beer companies has their own form as well...”
“Kelsey baby!”
A middle aged man walked into the club. He was a nice looking man with close-cropped silver hair and dark blue eyes. He was dressed in a nice gray suit with a gray and white striped tie.
“Uncle Vic!”
Kelsey seemed pleased to see him. She jumped up and gave him a big hug. His eyes met with Paige’s over Kelsey’s shoulder and when he let her go he said, “Your bartenders are getting prettier.”
Kelsey hit him on the arm playfully. “This is Paige Gauthier. She’s our new night manager. Paige this is my ill-behaved Uncle Vic. Don’t pay attention to a thing he says.”
“Hello,” Paige said, holding out her hand.
Uncle Vic took Paige’s hand between his and brought it to his lips. He kissed the back of it and set it down gently on the table. “I’m honored to meet you,” Vic said.
Kelsey rolled her eyes and said, “This must be where Caine gets it from.” Caine stood up from behind the bar and said, “Did I hear my name? Vic! You’re back!” Vic went over and shook hands with his nephew.
“When did you get in?”
“Just an hour or so ago. I’m meeting with...”
“There he is...”
Paige’s entire body tensed when she heard the sound of that voice. It was her step-father. Shit! There was no way she could get up and disappear at this point. She was totally screwed. Vic and Jackson were shaking hands when Paige dared to look up.
Jackson wasn’t alone. He was with the same two hunky guys she’d seen him with at the funeral. Kelsey seemed to have forgotten Paige was there and suddenly all of her attentions were focused on the one that Paige considered the better looking of the two. She grabbed the lapel of his nice suit and brought herself up on her toes. Even in six inch heels, he towered over her. She was obviously going in for a kiss, but the mouthwatering gorgeous man brushed her off of him with one arm, gently nudging her back. Kelsey had fire in her eyes suddenly and Paige wouldn’t have been surprised to see flames shoot out at him. Paige turned her attentions back on Jackson. She was trying to make herself small in the booth so that maybe he wouldn’t notice her at all.
Would he out her right away?
Would he let them kill her?
“How long have you been back?” she heard Jackson ask Vic. He was smiling, but his tone didn’t sound all that friendly.
“I just got in Jackson. Those damned Mexican’s didn’t have anything ready on time.”
“But you have it?”
“Yeah, I have it. I dropped it in the locker as soon as I got off the plane.”
“Good. Caine pour me a bourbon and water.”
Paige could tell by the look in Caine’s eyes that he didn’t like being ordered around by Jackson Paine. He didn’t say anything however. He pulled out a glass and began to pour. That was when Paige’s eyes made contact with the blue ones of the God that stood near her ex step-father. She thought she saw his widen almost imperceptibly before he returned them to normal. She expected him to alert Jackson that she was there, but instead he left his eyes on her and seemed to be studying her face. She felt like she was melting underneath the heat of his gaze and as badly as she wanted to turn away, she was compelled not to.
The other man, the one that looked a lot like this one followed his gaze and found her face as well. Something in his eyes went dark and he was the one that gave Jackson a gentle nudge and then leaned in and said something in his ear. Paige saw Jackson’s eyes search the mirror in front of him. When he found her, his blue eyes looked like they were trying to convey a message. He brought his drink to his lips and took a sip before sitting it down on the bar and saying, “Caine, you have company in the club. You didn’t tell us.”
Jackson turned around and all eyes were suddenly on her. Caine grinned and came around from behind the bar. “I forgot you were there,” he told Paige. “Jackson Paine, this is Paige Gauthier...our new night manager. Paige this is Jackson and those are his sons Alex and Damien.”
His sons? Jackson has kids? What the fuck? Why didn’t he ever mention them?
Paige had to force herself to return her attention back to her step-father. She was just waiting for him to blurt out who she was. Instead, Jackson smiled and raised his glass. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Gauthier.”
Paige forced a smile and said, “It’s my pleasure, Mr. Paine.”
She looked at Alex and Damien then. She wondered if they knew who she was. The one called Alex had a hard, cold look in his eyes. The other one...the one she felt so drawn to...his eyes held something else. She noticed up close that his blue eyes were rimmed in green. She’d never seen anything like it. He seemed almost intrigued by her and his intense gaze made it hard for her to breathe.
“Nice to meet you,” she forced herself to say to the two younger men. She wondered then why she hadn’t seen the resemblance to Jackson. Their hair and skin were much darker than his, but those eyes were unmistakably Paine. They had to be the most literally beautiful men that she’d ever seen in her entire twenty five years.
“Yeah, nice to meet you,” Alex said.
All she got from Damien the God was a tilt of his chin. Kelsey stood behind him with her tiny hand resting on the top of one of his massive arms...marking her territory, Paige thought. Damien still hadn’t taken those eyes off of her though and she felt like her chest might explode.
“Caine, I have to run some errands before I need to be back tonight, so if you’ll all excuse me...”
“Sure thing,” Caine said.
She turned to grab her bag out of the booth and felt him slap her on the ass. When she turned back around, Damien was still watching. Her insides felt like they’d liquefied and she wasn’t sure if it was worrying about Jackson telling them who she really was...or being this close to Damien. Either way, she felt like she needed to get out of there before she passed out.
“Thanks,” she muttered to Caine. “Nice meeting you all.”
She headed for the door then, trying not to run. Her breaths were coming in short gasps by the time she got outside. She felt dizzy and she was seriously afraid she might pass out. She waited until she’d hailed a cab and slid into the back seat before she finally let out the breath she’d been holding. She worked on controlling her breathing all the way back to the apartment. After she paid the cab driver she walked hurriedly into the building and sprinted up the stairs. She didn’t feel safe unt
il she was inside the apartment with the door closed and locked behind her. She slid to the floor and put her head down between her knees. Fifteen minutes had passed when she finally calmed herself down and then there was a knock on the door.
She scrambled away from the door like it was on fire. When she was about three feet away, she got to her feet and just stood there. There was another knock. She ignored it again.
“Paige, I know you’re there. Open the door. We need to talk.”
It was Jackson...somehow she knew it would be. Paige took a few more deep breaths and went over to the door. Throwing open the lock, she pulled the door inward. Jackson and his two sons...the sons she never knew he had, stood there all looking at her with those damned intense blue eyes. Jackson had the gall to smile at her.
“It’s good to see you, Paige.”
“What do you want?” She could hardly bring herself to speak to him. She hated this man when Greg was alive. Now he was dead and they were standing in his apartment...and Jackson was involved somehow, she knew it.
Jackson gently took hold of her shoulders and propelled her back into the room. Alex and Damien followed, closing the door behind them.
“Sit Paige, we need to talk.”
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