Suit (The Twin Duo #1)(86)

Now would have probably been a good time for a serious conversation. He finally talking, opening up bit by bit, but I didn’t want to talk about feelings. I wanted sex.

“You are torturing me. Let’s go in the bathroom and fuck at thirty-thousand-feet.

Paxton shushed me with his lips when I screamed a little. He stood in half a second, taking me unexpectedly with him.

Had I known the bathroom was big enough for a broom and a dustpan, I might have suggested an alternative. The wing maybe. We tried to do it with my shorts down to my knees, but that didn’t work. I had to step out of the bathroom to get them off. We tried standing up, me straddling his waist. That didn’t work either. There was so much passion searing around us and nothing worked. The hand sanitizer dug into the middle of my back.

“Ouch, stop. Put my feet down,” I said while wiggling away. Paxton asked why, but I didn’t answer I spun toward the sink and bent over as much as I could.

“Damn, baby. You’re so fucking wet,” he rasped while his cock slid up and down my slippery folds. I moaned in pleasure every time his head touched my clit. And then I froze.

“Can I?” he asked with his head at the pucker in my ass.

A surge of adrenalines went through me when I realized what he was asking. “Um … Did we do that before? Did I like it? I don’t feel like I did,” I said while rattling off nervous run-on-sentences.

“No, that was your one and only stipulation, but before you wouldn’t even let me use a finger.”

I snorted and looked over my shoulder. “And you listened?”

“I know, right. It wasn’t much fun. Not before anyway. I love the way your hips wiggle into my finger, inviting me in.”

My cheeks burned and I lied, thinking about the few times that he had used a finger. “That wasn’t an invitation.”

“No?” he questioned while his fingers picked up my arousal slid in. Just the tip. A middle finger I think. I hesitated not about to move, to get busted in a lie. Not a muscle moved, not even a breath. Not until he did the reach around. One pinch to my aching core had me pressing back.

Paxton took the lead by a head when I pushed back. He was the one to stay perfectly still that time. All but the twisting back and forth he did on my clit, that is. I whimpered and backed up more.

“That’s it my little slut, come to your owner.”

I was so messed up in the head. His gravely tone and dominate victory chilled me to the bone. I can’t really call it a premonition because I didn’t really see a vison. It was more like a knowing. I liked it. Paxton was the poison and I liked it. What the hell was wrong with me?

Paxton was a pro. Paxton knew exactly how to set up a plan. Bait the hook for later. I whimpered when he slowly removed his finger and slid into me.

“I might let you have that later. Not in a bathroom. Not now.”

From the time Paxton slid into me, to the time we were both spent, may have been five minutes. I didn’t make it that long. That was a second one for me. That’s how crazy turned on I was.

Once we were finished I stayed behind and cleaned up. Paxton opened the door and I turned to look at him, not expecting him to be looking back. The look in his eyes and the tone in his voice told me I had just chipped away a little more. I would take it.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

I smiled and placed my hand on the door. “You love it.” The door broke our contact and let the back of my head beat off the wall. He did love it, and I loved the crazy I caused. Truth was, he caused the same crazy in me. He knew that, too.

I curled up on Paxton’s arm with a soft white blanket when I returned. His typing fingers stopped for a moment while his ego reacted to me watching him work.

“Is that going to be a waterfall?” I asked with my finger pointing to rock-wall in the making. His lips kissed my head and he replied. I relaxed.

“I’m not sure yet. This is the job that’s kept me late all week. It’s a lot of space. The guy wants four-thousand-square-feet turned into a retreat.”

“Wow, I bet that’s expensive.”

Talking to Paxton like this made me the happiest girl on the planet. “That’s the problem. His budget is a quarter-million-dollars. I need at least three-hundred to pull off what he’s expecting.”

I studied the landscaping design in front of him with constricted eyes. “That’s a huge waterfall. Why so big?”

“He wants a waterslide going down the middle. Thirty feet. That’s a lot of stone. Stones not cheap around these parts. Not to mention I have to break up a hug slab of concrete. Twenty five by eighteen. That’s an expense on its own.”

I moved a little, repositioning myself for a better view. “You could use those. The pieces. They’re free. It would be all profit.”

“Shut-up. You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? Well I’ll have you know, you can stack them and use a mixture of concrete and three different colors of dioxide for the stone look. Mix it up like porridge shovel it on. Let it gravitate toward the bottom before you shape it into a stones. It’s easier to work with that way. Oh, it’s better because you’re not giving any little creatures a habitat to bread. Nobody wants snakes or lizards hanging out at their pool. Good selling point,” I added not missing a beat. “Maybe you could even put a couple deeper holes to plant some color.” That’s when I stopped. My eyes went to Paxton’s, looking just as shocked as his. I snorted and smiled. “I have no idea how I know that. I wonder if there’s any truth behind it.”