The Gideon Affair

She froze. Stalling?

Nodding, he used his head to indicate the only article of clothing she still wore.

“Panties. Off.”

She hesitated, bit her lip, and then morphed into turbo mode, whipping the plain cotton off in a single motion. Before she’d tossed her panties next to her other clothes, he took them from her hands and buried his nose in the wad of cotton.

When his eyes lifted to hers, she looked away, embarrassed. No way was he going to miss the scent of her arousal.

“Oh, fuck no, babe. Look at me. Now.”

Usually confident, it wasn’t exactly comfortable to be standing there naked while the man of her dreams inhaled proof of her unwavering desire. For him. Only for him.

“Eyes on me.”

Still, she hesitated.

“I gave you a command,” he murmured in a voice that did not invite any comeback.

A command. Uh-oh. What the hell had she gotten herself into?

Paige swung her eyes to his, but instead of seeing triumph in his expression, she found something else. Besides the excitement, she saw understanding and maybe a touch of amusement.

Why, he knew that how quickly her body surrendered to his passion would embarrass her! Wow. She’d never felt more … female. Or more sexual and maybe, just maybe, for the first time, those two things were one and the same.

With a smug expression he knew damn well would get a reaction from her on general principle alone, he held up her discarded undies and gave them a little twirl around his finger. She gave him a scorching look that only made him laugh.

“Rule number one, Miss Turner. Your eyes belong to me. That means glasses off when I say, and you never try to hide from something by looking away.”

What was she supposed to say to that? No? Sorry? Screw you?

“Edward …”

“Nah, nah, nah,” he stated firmly. “I’m not finished.”

Was she in some weird alternate reality? What was happening here? Good lord, she was butt-ass naked while he was fully dressed and on his knees. Not only that, but he was also laying out some rules that ordinarily would have made her laugh in his face. Instead, she stood there meekly as if any of this was normal.

Pfft. Normal! There was no more normal.

“I want you to stand there and not be shy about letting me see your beautiful body.”

Her cheeks felt like they were warming up.

He crossed his arms again and laid on the stern Alpha thing kinda thick.

“And so you don’t misunderstand … your pleasure is priority one. Don’t hide it from me because you’re embarrassed. I want you to be swollen with desire and dripping wet before we touch. Consider that rule number two.”

She had a hard time breathing for a second. Why were all his words and actions so perfect?

His eyes were hard with desire. A desire she felt drawn to—as if she was made for satisfying his lust. The notion shook her quite a bit. This was serious stuff going on.

“Rule number three—and probably the most important.”

Paige couldn’t help the reflexive squeeze her thighs did at the sultry sound of his voice. Let the dripping commence.

Again, he didn’t react or say anything close to what she had expected. Right then and there, she broke free from the conditioned responses that her previous relationships had helped to create. Edward was his own man and nothing about him even remotely resembled what she’d known before.

The serious but very sexy man-in-control tone softened. He rose up on his knees and reached for her, bringing Paige close as his face moved within inches of her breasts.

“You’re in complete control, babe. Nothing happens without your consent.” He said this as both hands slid slowly over her butt until he gripped the backs of her thighs, and she could feel his warm breath teasing her already peaked nipples.

“Understand?”

She sure as hell did understand. Dipping a shoulder, she sent a puckered nipple straight into his mouth. She rubbed it on his lips until he grunted his approval and lightly kissed the very tip, following up with a hearty lick that almost buckled her knees.

Edward’s soft chuckle echoed in her head and throughout her nerve endings. “Now that’s what I’m talking about, babe.”

On a deep sigh, he opened wide and sucked the offered breast into his mouth, suckling harder and harder until Paige cried out and grabbed his head, tangling her fingers in his hair. She wanted him to devour her. The rhythmic tugging of his sucking mouth started an ache in her womb that was so strong it had her shaking with need.

A deep, guttural moan rumbled up from her chest and …

A sound, distant at first but louder with each passing second, cut through the air. Chimes or something musical like that. The louder it got, though, the less pleasing the sound. Soon, the chimes turned into a honk.

Her eyes flew open. Two seconds passed and then she shot up straight and looked around. Reaching for her phone, she swiped the screen to turn the alarm off, grunted, and then threw the stupid thing onto the floor not giving a shit if it broke.

Served the damn thing right if it did. Was no less than what the irritating technology deserved for having interrupted such a delicious dream.

Well, this was certainly not what he’d expected of the strange meeting Mickey and he just sat through. Not what he expected at all.

They were in a huge SUV, speeding along by L.A. standards having gone a whopping two miles between the dead stops that ground the local traffic to a slower than slow crawl. Maybe, and he did mean maybe, they’d get back to Beverly Hills sometime today.

Luckily, Mickey relied on a car service to handle the hellacious driving drudgery; which was a good thing because the silence coming from the backseat spoke volumes. Anytime Mickey was at a loss for words, it was probably best to leave the practicalities to others.

The trip earlier out to the hills of Pasadena that ended at a luxury estate with a magnificent view of the L.A. skyline had been uneventful and tense. Neither of them knew what the fuck was going on or what they were walking into, and it hadn’t helped Edward’s mood that he couldn’t drag Paige along as a buffer.

Not one to be either impressed or intimidated by flat-out ostentation, especially not that of the real estate kind, he’d felt a bit of a

Once inside the main house of the seriously over-the-top estate, they walked at least a quarter mile just to get to the study where they were met by a stone-faced Perry Waterman—one of the richest sons of bitches in the country. Catching a glimpse of an obvious lawyer monkey hovering in the background made Edward’s hackles go up.

What followed was by far the strangest ninety minutes of all time.

Holy crap just kept repeating in his head.

Mickey took out his phone and started texting. Edward wasn’t sure if he’d ever seen anyone’s fingers move quite so fast. Maybe Paige’s but she had long, thin, expressive fingers while the crazy Russian at his side was more of a bulldog type. His pudgy digits wailing on the phone’s keyboard was something worth watching.