The Gideon Affair

Her hands were trembling—barely—but he noticed. Taking the coffee mug from her, he put it on the sofa table and drew her closer. She was stiff as a board and looking like he’d just ruined Santa Claus and Christmas forever.

“Don’t you wimp out on me now, Turner. You said you trusted me. Remember?”

She nodded. It was strange seeing her at a loss for words. At the same time, her strong reaction showed him how much she truly cared. Cradling her with an arm around her shoulders, Edward put his lips to her forehead.

“I knew this because an exchange of body fluid would never, ever be enough with you, Paige.” She looked up at the same time that he sought her eyes. “This … realization,” he grimaced at the clumsy word, but it fit so he had to suck it up, “was the first step to admitting I had deep feelings for you.”

“Oh.” She sounded surprised.

Edward smiled. Well, she better get used to hearing him say it.

“Let’s face it, babe. I can pretty much fuck anybody.” His shoulders rose and fell in a self-deprecating version of a shrug. “Ya get a certificate that says so when they name you sexiest man.”

True to form, she gasped in surprise at his sudden, comical conversational pivot and nudged him playfully with her shoulder. Time to lob a grenade and see if it took down her defenses.

“I want to make love to you, Paige. And I’ve never said that or felt this way before in my entire life. We’re making our own rules as we go, sweetheart. There’s no one I’d rather spend time with and yet tonight was our very first real date. Just like our not wanting the Gideon mess to fuck with what’s real between us, I don’t want you to have any doubt about how I feel. All of this,” he indicated with a wave that arced back and forth between them, “is a first for me. For you, too.”

Her eyes sparkled. “I have never told another man that I was in love with him.”

“I know. And I know why you told me so directly. I’m not shitting around here. You can test me all you want, but I’m telling you the truth. Fucking you isn’t an option, Paige, because nothing short of giving my heart to you as we make love would ever do. Not for us. This is huge, Paige. I love you. You love me. Yeah, the Gideon thing is a bit fucked up at the moment, but let’s not lose sight of what’s real.”

Her response? Priceless times a hundred. Never one to turn her back on a good conversation, she didn’t say one word; just started undoing his tie with the intense concentration of a jet pilot on takeoff. When she had it pulled apart, she yanked until it slid from around his neck, and for a long minute, she sat there with it in her hands.

He wondered what she was thinking because he instantly came up with at least five ways the blue tie could come in handy. Did she have kinky fuckery fantasies? Or was she more the shy and reserved sort? God. He hoped not. But if she were, he’d be more than happy to help her overcome her insecurities.

The tie forgotten, she focused on his shirt, deftly sliding the buttons free until it parted. He held his breath as she touched him, tentatively at first, until her hands stroked his muscled chest. Has she dreamed of being able to touch him as he had of her? Hell, his work wardrobe consisted of being bare-chested most of the fucking time, so he knew she’d seen him half-naked plenty of times. The way her fingers explored his skin suggested long-hidden desires. Nothing had ever felt so right.

Shocked didn’t quite cover his reaction when Paige suddenly rose up and swung over his lap until she straddled his midsection in that barely-there dress, all while never taking her hands off his torso.

Holy fucking shitballs.

“Bet you’ve had plenty of lap dances, huh?”

What could he realistically say to that? No, I’ve been secretly studying for the priesthood? Bah. He was Gideon goddamn Shaw, after all, and America’s Sexiest Guy had been on the receiving end of countless lap dancing attempts. He said attempts because most women didn’t have a fucking clue. But nitpicking the truth was a waste of time.

“Guilty,” he drawled. Now, what would she do?

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. In that case, how can we make another first time?”

He gri

The way he’d pulled on her dress had effectively trapped her arms, something he did not regret or plan to change. With a heavy dose of reverence, he put both hands on her, cupping the perfect handfuls and enjoying the way they molded to his touch.

“First touch,” he murmured. Rolling the turgid peaks between his thumb and forefinger, he locked eyes with her. “I love your nipples, sweetheart.”

She moaned and swayed on his lap, pushing her tits into his hands. The way she whimpered and shook told Edward that binding her hands with his tie was very much on any future agenda.

Her skin was so goddamn soft, and the nipples that fascinated him were such a delight that Edward had a hard time concentrating on anything else.

Licking his lips with greedy anticipation, he massaged each glorious mound and asked, “Ready for another first?”

“Hurry,” she mewled. Surging on his lap, she arched her back offering her breasts to his touch. He didn’t need another invitation, but hurry didn’t exist in his vocabulary at the moment. He’d hungered for the taste of her pert breasts for so fucking long that no way was he going to rush. He was going to savor this first.

“Shhh.” He lightly touched her with his fingers at the base of her throat and straight down between her breasts until the dress stopped him. “Do you want me to free your hands?” he asked while reaching behind to take hold of both her wrists. It wasn’t a power play as much as it was a peek into his passions.

Paige quivered when he pulled her wrists, making her arch further. “No.” There was no hesitation in her voice. If anything, he detected curiosity and excitement. He could make those two things work for him quite nicely.

“Good girl,” he murmured against the skin of her throat. Her head rolled back allowing him total access. Remembering the feverish way she’d destroyed his neck earlier, he detoured in a different direction. This was love not sex.

Sliding a hand beneath her hair, he took hold of her head and neck, holding her still as he moved his lips without touching her skin. So close that all she’d feel was the hot whisper of his breath.

“Edward.” Her cry was soft, desperate. He knew how she felt.

“Shh.” His lips continued to explore, moving next to her ear but still never coming in direct contact. His senses co

All that was left was touch. He wanted her to remember this forever when he worshiped her with his mouth for the first time.

On an earthy groan, Edward opened his mouth and pressed his lips to her collarbone. His tongue swept out for a slow lick. Paige writhed on his lap, making his poor dick surge in response.

Sweet. Soft. Warm. That was how he’d remember those first impressions. His tongue was laving her skin, and his senses exploded with sensations that shook his world. It wasn’t just that she tasted sweet. It was also that his lips, and especially his tongue, seemed to have sensory input all their own. He didn’t just lick. His tongue explored, tested, and noted every swell, curve, indentation, and bump. His lips worked in tandem, massaging her flesh until they were both moaning.