The Gideon Affair

Dawn was breaking. He could see the first bursts of daylight peeking through the clouds. It was going to be a great day. He was sure of it.

Beside him, Paige lay deep in slumber, some covers tangled around her torso and tucked beneath her hips; she was on her stomach, one arm tucked under and the other flung wide with a leg crooked at the knee and the other straight. Even dead asleep, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

He didn’t care that her brown curls were a tangled mess. He’d gotten carried away with the hair grabbing once he felt her response to the aggressive stimuli. Of course, she gave as good as she got, making a complete shit show of his lengthening mane, too. Another way they were well matched. She did a hell of a lot more than just submit. Paige demanded equal time, and he gladly let her take the reins at times and at the end of it all, they both looked like bloody hell. A short, snorting laugh left his lips.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lying there watching her. Time didn’t seem to have concrete meaning after the wildly erotic night they’d shared. They took a leap of faith, and holy fuck, had the result been spectacular. Epic. Life changing. If he really thought about it, which clearly he was, every second since he’d carefully laid her on his bed, posing her in a way that would make his brain melt thinking about it later, had been a living guide to their deepest selves.

She was nervous; he saw it in her eyes and by the way her fingers pawed the bed searching for an anchor to hold on to. The evidence of his desire was quite visible on her skin so it wasn’t as if he could feign ignorance to her tension. He’d done quite a number on her neck and especially her breasts leaving trails of bite marks, bruising from the voracious suckling, and signs of his beard chafing her tender skin.

Looking at her now—fast asleep and naked in his bed—he didn’t have to search long to see a love bite on her shoulder. His manhood stirred. Such a primitive response, one he’d acted out loads of times, but this was truly another first for him. The primal possessiveness—that Alpha hero bullshit everyone talked about—was alive inside him and strong as … I don’t know. Thor’s hammer maybe? That seemed otherworldly impressive, which pretty fucking well described how he felt.

Edward wiggled closer. Her body was like a powerful force pulling him in. He didn’t want to wake her; she’d had enough after their last high-intensity coupling, but even so, he craved the contact. Especially while his head was still whirling.

He’d followed through, smashing her insecurities and hesitation to dust by devouring her pussy in an insanely hot interlude that just thinking about made his mouth water. He was pretty damn proud of how he’d managed to get the ridiculous scrap of satin she’d paraded as panties off her trembling body with just his teeth. His hands had been too busy stroking every inch of her lovely, soft skin to be of much assistance, anyway.

Etched in his mind now was an image he’d take with him forever, of Paige completely naked before him for the first time. The way she’d arched and undulated, teasing his senses with a seductive display that sent out a call he intended to answer, had worked his already overloaded system like the most potent of aphrodisiacs.

To his ferocious delight, she kept her lady parts au natural. A sweet thatch of brown curls sent carnal shockwaves to all his nerve endings. He’d reached for his twitching cock to ease the ache that seeing her in all her bare-assed glory had started. He wasn’t a fan of the bare pubes look—kind of freaked him out. Fucking teenagers and wa

Rubbing his unbridled hard-on through his pants, he’d mindfully dove in and took them both on a wild romp that went exactly as predicted. Not only did he get her to come, but he’d actually also brought her to a couple of screaming orgasms that drenched his face, the bed, and the hand massaging her pussy, reducing his sexy lover to a quivering heap.

The whole thing had been intense. Immediately after, he’d acted out a brain fart from one of his favorite movies that thankfully had her laughing hysterically and given them a poignant Edward and Paige moment. It was that scene from Castaway with the crazy talented Tom Hanks where he first made fire. Standing bare-chested by the bed, he’d pounded his chest, pointed at her quaking body, and declared at the top of his lungs, “I made my woman come. Me. An orgasm. She came on my tongue.” It had been fu

He rather enjoyed what came next. After his boisterous declaration of pussy eating victory, she’d gotten him back in pretty short order. He couldn’t remember how she’d managed to get his pants off. He sort of recalled that she’d gotten grabby with his ass and then his cock while doing naughty things to his nipples. That part was a blur. He’d been so pumped up and stimulated that he’d hung on by a shortening thread until that moment when they were both naked. That part he remembered clearly.

She’d been on her knees … a recurring theme with them—and quite simply gasped in what he hoped was delight when she’d finally freed his flesh. Murmuring his name, wonder filled her throaty growl. It was a perfect moment.

There was no fucking way he’d survive her mouth on his dick, that’d come much later, but that didn’t mean she didn’t get to explore him. Oh, she did and quite spectacularly including pushing him onto his back in the middle of the enormous bed and climbing onto his body for an intimate lap dance that stopped just short of penetration.

Stopping her feverish dance before things went too far, he’d rolled her around the bed, kissing, caressing, fingering, until they’d reached the point of no return.

That first time had been more than special. He’d wanted them to both remember the moment when at last they joined intimately, so he slowed things waaaay down. Whispering words of love mixed with cries of passion, he’d claimed her in excruciating slow motion, lifting her ass with his hands until her lips separated and all he could focus on was the glistening arousal that awaited him.

When he’d fit the fat head of his cock to her opening, they’d both gasped. It was time. With more finesse than he ever imagined he possessed, Edward had flexed his hips and began the long, slow, wet slide inside her body. It wasn’t easy. He was big; he didn’t say that with any kind of arrogance, and she, although fantastically toned and fit, was small boned and a thousand times more delicate than her demeanor implied.

But her need had been great, demanding more until she’d taken all of him. Fully seated in her tight, wet heat, he’d grunted, she’d moaned, and time had stood still. Her legs had gone around his hips and she’d reached for him, drawing him down until his full weight pressed her into the bed.

“Are you okay?” he’d asked. She couldn’t speak words so her body had answered the question, her i

There were several well-used condoms in the trashcan, and he could feel the scratchy evidence of a tear off pouch under his butt. She’d bitched that protection wasn’t necessary. Something about the pill, being cursed with her mother’s uterus, and acting like a shrew every month. Nothing he understood, but he was having none of that shit anyway. The selfish orgasm chasing asshole who must live inside every guy had been ready and eager to concede, but this was Paige. Though 99.999 percent certain he was clean, without a doctor confirming that last miniscule percent, he’d never put her in jeopardy that way.

The woman with her back curved into this body mumbled softly and repositioned. My god, she was his. In short order, his heart did a little tap dance, he made up his mind about what came next, and then carefully wrapped an arm around her middle and pulled her close. His last thought before dozing off was that he loved Paige Turner. Him. Edward Ba