Blind Date

Blind Date



Chapter 1



It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and Paige was wearing a bath robe in the middle of a very expensive hotel room that had a view of the city.

She wasn't even a guest at the hotel. The room belonged to the naked man lying face down in the king-sized bed, half covered in the satin sheets. The guy who knew more sex positions than any man she had ever met not to mention stamina.

The guy she had just screwed.

It might have sounded coarse, but it couldn't be classed as 'making love.' It was rough and hard and new, a smile played over her lips as she recalled the previous night.

Paige wrote the problem pages for the local newspaper, when not writing; she was helping out her friend Malinda, who owned an Art gallery where Paige displayed some of her own paintings. That was how she came to meet the guy lying on the bed. She was supposed to distract him so that Melinda could set up the gallery without him hovering and criticising.

Last night...

Paige stood outside the local cinema, waiting drumming her fingers on her bag showing her irritation, He was late, whoever he was. She hated it when men were late. Girls have excuses men don't, she thought, and she didn't even have his phone number to find out where he was. She hadn't met him, and Melinda had described him only in vague terms: nicely built, blue eyes, blond hair.

Paige had wore a tight black, knee-length dress that showed all her curves and made her breasts and her butt look fantastic. Might as well dress to impress, she thought.

She looked at her watch. "Half nine," She mumbled to herself, this guy was pissing her off and she hadn't even meet him yet!

Looking up, she saw a guy making his way through the crowed towards her. He was gorgeous in jeans and a white t-shirt that showed off his muscles. Her legs went weak beneath her and she just wanted to say, "To hell with the movie; let's grab a cab and go to my flat and have lots of sex."

She would never have the courage to be so bold, and he apparently wanted to see this movie, so she said hello, and grabbed his hand. That simple touch made her go tingly in her nether regions.

She handed the tickets to the kid at the desk and then went in search of seats. It might have been very high school, but they both rushed to the last row of the cinema and took seats on the aisle.

When they sat down, she just looked at him and thought about stripping him naked, pouring chocolate on him, licking it off and then ridding him till the sun came up.

The movie started so she stared at the screen at all the trailers rolling. She felt his arm go around her shoulders, and she when turned to look at him his mouth came crashing down on hers.

He pulled back and looking in her eyes said, "Where did you come from?" Then bent down to reclaim her mouth and slid his hand from the nape of her neck and trailed to the front till his hands touched her breasts, rubbing and twisting her nipples through her dress. Paige felt herself go wild and wet between her legs.

After a while she started her own exploration. Her hand travelled along his thigh until she found the bulge in his trousers. It suggested he was well-endowed.

While his hand was pleasuring her breasts, he slid the other under her dress and in between her legs and at last reaching her soaking wet cunt.

"Oh my God." Paige said panting. It felt so good she bit her lip to stop a scream of bliss escaping.

She knew she should stop him; after all, they were in public. But it felt exciting, it felt good; why mess with something this good? It felt deliciously naughty.

In high school she never would have done this, God, it was good to be bad, to feel him touching her in the dark so that she had to bite her bottom lip to stop screaming out and tasting blood.

Suddenly she felt very selfish after her first orgasm; she unzipped him, but slowly, to torment him just a little.

He seemed relieved when his dick was finally free, not to mention grateful. She held him in her hand, marvelling at his size, and started rubbing his shaft very slowly, from his balls to tip then back down.

She stroked the tip and spread the bead of pre-cum around the head. He shuddered in her hand. He was already close to climax, and he started moving his hand faster, her adding another finger to show gratitude.

She was on the tip of a climax when it happened.

A light hit them in the face as he came; her eyes were still shut with her own climax that still hadn't subsided and her hand moist from her date exploding on her hand.

Paige opened her eyes to find a forty-to fifty-year-old women shining a torch at them. With a look of disgust she switched it off and quietly asked them to leave. If her brain had been working, Paige would have been embarrassed, but she couldn't help but laugh on the inside about it.

She stood, grabbed her date and they ran laughing outside where he hailed a taxi. Before she knew it, she was at his hotel room, pushed against the door. He tried to open the door, while kissing her hungrily, and after the third attempt they fell inside.

He trapped her between the door and his body once the door was closed, and started pulling her dress up over her head. Once that was gone, he removed her bra, "You've got the body young boys dream about" he said stepping back to look at her. Resisting the temptation to cover herself she asked, "Where you one of those boys? She said smiling up at him. "Oh yeah" He said scooping her up and carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed while he undressed.

He came to lie next to her, captured her lips with his, and then his fingers were in her again and she was climaxing, her pelvis pushing up against his hand. But she didn't want his fingers she wanted him.

"What do you want?" he growled in her ear, when she grabbed his hand he repeated the question and waited. Looking him in the eye she said, "I want to feel you inside me NOW!"

With a grin he leaned down bit her shoulder then reached over opened the drawer and found a condom quickly slid it on. Then he was in her. Oh, God, she thought helplessly. He felt fantastic and big; he filled her to the hilt and hit all the right spots. "Oh, God...Oh, god...harder. Fuck me... harder."

He took her at her word and started pummelling her fast and hard. It felt so amazing. She climaxed again but he didn't stop and she could feel another one building. Multiple orgasms, she thought.

"Fuck me!" She screamed.

He collapsed on her chest then he rolled off her onto his back she moved over him to straddle him.

She started moving her hips like she'd seen in the movies, riding him like she had wanted to do since first seeing him. He felt so good; she wondered if he was enjoying it when he shouted "Ride me...yeah, that feels amazing, just like that." He grabbed her hips and then her ass as she moved. Finally they both came again and after a while they both passed out from exhaustion.

Morning

That was how she had come to be in a hotel room wondering what his name was; she was never good at names. She decided that instead of standing around in a borrowed rob, she could at least tidy up. She found her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She hurried into the shower, wanting to be gone before he woke. She stepped under the shower and felt her body relax. No wonder the best way to lose weight was through sex, she thought with a smile, remembering last night.

She was put some of the complementary shampoo/conditioner on and rinsing it out she felt a chill behind her. Suddenly a hand came around her waist. When she turned around there stood the half-naked man, but he wasn't half naked anymore he was wearing nothing but his birthday suit and looking strangely at her.

She looked him right in the eye wondering how to act, nervously she said. "I'll be finished in just a minute if you...

Before she could finish his mouth came crashing down on hers again, just like last night and suddenly he had her backed against the shower wall and his fingers inside her. God, he's good with his hands. Paige thought. "Ohh...ohh...don't stop"

"I wasn't going to," He said laughing twisting his hand then she came again and again, he reached out and grabbed a condom from the counter, lifted her up and impaled her on his length.

She wrapped her legs around him as he pummelled her against the cold tiles; she clawed into him and screamed with wild abandon as he thrust into her. "God, you feel so...AMAZING."

He roared he came, and they stood with the water pounding on them he slid out of her then un-wrapped her legs from him. He shut off the water and grabbed a towel. Paige was content to let him dry her off. "I don't know where you came from or who you are but I am not complaining" he said then he wrapped her in the towel and carried her back to the bed.

He asked if she wanted breakfast, easy to answer wrong especially since she didn't know if he was just saying it to be nice or if he actually wanted her to stay. Still wrapped in the towel she felt like all her layers had been stripped she was nervous, she had never indulged in a one night stand.

"What do you want from me?" she asked suddenly.

He took what seemed like ages before answering then grabbed her chin, tilting it to look her straight in the eye and said, "I want you to stay. Order some breakfast, then have lots wild and uninhabited sex, I want to learn your body inside and out, and I know you want to learn mine."

She was shocked. Was she crap in bed and he wanted to teach her? Can men fake it? Lots of things ran through her head and, he must have noticed because he said quickly, "You're pretty transparent, did you know that?"

She looked up and smiled shyly. He laughed and kissed her again, but this time it was gentle he explored her. It was different, it was nice... Suddenly alarm bells went off in her head and she jumped up. She babbled an explanation about needing to go home and feed her cat, dressed quickly and ran out the door and out into a taxi. When she was safe inside her room she collapsed against the door.

"What was that?"

Paige was just like any other woman and like every other women she likes sex no scratch that loves it. The feeling of a body on top, underneath, the want, the need in the eyes that screams NOW!

The ecstasy, the high when you reach that place where the world vanishes, you see stars and you scream like a Banshee. The word 'relationship' doesn't exist in her vocabulary, which was why she had to leave she was in risk of falling for him. For this man whose name she hadn't even remembered.

Her answering machine was blinking, so she dragged herself up to play her messages but the phone rang.

"Hello," she answered tonelessly.

"Repeat that, please," Paige asked her friend down the phone.

"I said; James came to my office saying you stood him up. I had to work with him hovering over me all night. You know I can't concentrate when he does that".

While Melinda ranted about James, Paige was trying to breathe and make sense of it.

"If that wasn't James last night... then who was it?"




Chapter 2

Anthony was pacing his new office and was thinking about that mysterious blonde. She had been on his mind non-stop since she had taken his hand two weeks ago. He knew she was passionate, sexy, shy and fantastic in bed and out. But he didn't know her name. Who was she?

"I should be thinking about the meeting, not some blonde- haired sex Goddesses... Aphrodite. That fits," he said, smiling to himself as he headed out the door.

Paige was late for the staff meeting and tapped her foot in the elevator impatiently. First meeting with the new boss and I'm late, great, she thought.

"The meeting has started," Emma, her assistant, told her, as she walked into the staff room.

Paige stopped suddenly. Standing in front of the boardroom table was her mystery lover. Feeling like she had been hit over the head, she just stared dazed till her assistant whispered to her again. "He's gorgeous isn't he," Emma whispered behind her. "No-one expected the new boss to look like him. Sue from Advertising nearly fainted and..."

Page didn't hear the rest. New boss? This was the new boss?

Of course it's a shock. They all expected a middle-aged, balding man and instead they got a sex God, Paige thought. My Sex God. My new boss.

Anthony felt eyes on him and when he looked towards the door he thought he was dreaming. In front of him was his Aphrodite, although instead of a sexy dress she wore a long skirt and lose fitting blouse.

Could fate be this kind? He wondered.

He could still visualize her face from that night, how she looked during, after and before cumming. He remembered the body that was underneath those clothes. Her firm breasts with pebbled nipples, her smooth pale skin and the longest legs he had ever seen.

He thought they had been ships passing in the night, never to meet again. Now here she was in his board room. Coincidence? Anthony didn't believe in coincidences; he believed in destiny and destiny meant for her to be his again.

"Shall we get on with the meeting Miss...?" he asked.

I had sex with this man and he doesn't know my name! Paige thought, disgusted with herself.

"Paige," She said in a squeaky voice, then repeated it in her normal voice.

"Well, Paige, would you like to take a seat?" he asked, liking the way her name sounded on his tongue.

His sparkling eyes told her he knew it was the very last thing she wanted. She wanted to run like she had before to escape the effect he had on her, but she was at work. She couldn't run.

Anthony began the meeting by introducing himself to the staff. He went around the table asking what department they worked in and if anything could improve their working situations. He finally came to Paige. "And Paige, what is it you do?"

"Erm...I write the problem pages," she said looking down.

"And what do you need?" he asked looking at her intently.

Blushing at his question she just shook her head. "I don't need anything," she said quietly. He went on to the next member of staff until he had talked to everyone.

After the meeting was over Paige was the first to get up, but before she could leave Anthony called to her to come to his office.

Why? was her first thought, feeling like she couldn't breathe. She was scared and worried about what he would say. Would he talk of that night, tell her to forget about it? She knew if she refused it would look bad, so taking a deep breath she followed him out of the staff room and into his office.

As soon as Paige stepped into his office he pinned her to the door. She felt the length of him against her body as he kissed her, nipping at her lips and trailed kisses down to her throat. His hands started to unbutton her blouse and everything she tried to forget about him and that night started running through her mind like remembering a dream.

How he had touched her, how he had tasted in her mouth, and how he had made her cum like no one else ever had.

Then he was teasing her through her bra and she was trying not to scream. His hand went under her skirt. He sealed his mouth over hers to stop her crying out while his hand traveled higher until he was touching her through her underwear and rubbing her clit. With one move he ripped her underwear off and then slammed two fingers in her. She immediately came.

After she came back to earth her brain kicked in. This is my boss. With that thought and as much strength she possessed, she pushed him off her.

She went to lean against his desk to take time to think. Before she could get her thoughts together he was there in front of her. He lifted her up onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere, and started kissing her again. He unhooked her bra with one hand while the other was between her thighs. Paige wrapped her legs around him and started clawing at his back, all thought gone. She just wanted to feel him skin to skin.

She pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing his chest and unbuttoning his trousers. Paige unwrapped her legs from his waist, and then pulled his trousers down. He kicked them off. Pulling her to the edge of the table and lifting her skirt up, he let the tip slide in, then drew back and plunged into her to the hilt. He grabbed her hips to keep her still. Paige wrapped her legs around him again and lay back on the table. Anthony moved one hand to rub her clitoris while teasing her nipples with the other. The sensations were overwhelming. Paige bit her lip until she tasted blood. But still he held her back

"Anthony, please..." she whispered to him. He grabbed her hips again, thrusting hard and fast until she was cumming. He kissed her, swallowing her cries. Then he was climaxing with her, and collapsed on top of her. Both of them were breathless, not saying a word or moving.

Paige was the first to move, pushing his shoulders to make him get up. She slid off the desk, smoothing her skirt and looking for her bra and blouse.

"I'll... I'll be working from home today, I have to go." Without a look back she dressed and rushed out. She went to her desk, picked up the new letters and headed home.

"Damn it," Anthony cursed. He knew he shouldn't have done that but couldn't regret it. It was amazing. She's amazing, he thought. The way her hips swayed when she walked into his office made him want her more than he had that first night. I need to see her again, he thought

He dressed and started to leave the office, then stopped. I don't know where she lives, damn it, he thought.

"Can I help you?" A woman asked. She was in her 40s and had gold eyes and brunette hair. Paige's assistant, he recalled.

"I need to talk to Paige; can you tell me where she lives? It's important," he said, giving her a gorgeous smile.

"Oh, well, I'm sure that would be okay," she replied, flustered.

Still got it, Anthony thought.

As soon as Paige got into her flat, she stripped her clothes off and jumped in the shower. As the water beat down on her she wondered how she could have let herself have sex with him again. Well, at least I know his name this time, she thought to herself. As she shut off the water she heard a knock at the door. She grabbed a towel and went to answer.

When she opened it she couldn't believe it. Anthony was at her door. At her flat. On her door step.

"Do you always answer the door like that?" he asked angrily.

Stunned, Paige didn't know how to answer. Before she could say anything he walked past her into the flat. She managed to remember to close the door before turning around.

"So?" he said when she turned.

"So what?" Paige asked, forgetting the question.

"So, do you always open the door only wearing a towel?" he asked, exasperated.

"Is that how you say hello?" Paige asked. She was getting angry as well. Who was he to walk into her flat and criticize her?

"Touché, and no, I don't." He crossed his arms looking at her expectantly.

"Well, neither do I. Answer the door in a towel I mean. Not always, anyway," she said as she walked into the living room. She had to stop looking at him if she wanted to organize her thoughts.

"So that means you do sometimes? I have to tell you, that doesn't make me any happier," he said.

"Why should you care what I wear to open the door?" she asked angrily. She wondered where this argument was going.

"I...I'm you're..." He stumbled as he realized he had no claim on her. They weren't even dating; he'd just had amazing sex with her twice.

"Can I get dressed?" she snapped. "I'd feel more comfortable in clothes." She stalked into her bedroom.

When she came out in baggy jeans, and a long sleeved top, he was sitting on her couch. "Anthony," she said. He looked up and there was no need for words. He stood up, grabbed her and kissed her. It was soft; it felt perfect and right. Paige pushed at his shoulders.

"We need to talk," she said. She took his hand and sat, pulling him down next to her.

"I'm not going to say sorry," he said. "You wanted me as much as I wanted you." he continued, grabbing her chin so she looked into his eyes.

"I wasn't going to say that," she answered quietly. "I was just going to say it can't happen again. You're my boss. It's wrong."

"Does this feel wrong?" he asked, running his thumb on the underside of her breasts.

"I didn't mean that," she said, pushing his hand away. "I meant professionally. I don't sleep around, and I'm sorry you got the idea I do, but I've never done anything like that night. I don't know what came over me," she said as she remembered him cumming over her hand in the cinema.

"For the record, I've never done anything like that either," he said, angry at the way she was portraying him. She was making it sound like he does sleep around or at least picked up women frequently. "I had a beautiful women look at me like she wanted to eat me, grab my hand and take me into the cinema. The rest you know. What am I supposed to think? Then you answer the door in a towel, so if I've got the wrong idea you put it there." He glared at her.

"It was a blind date," Paige said.

"What?" Anthony asked, confused.

"I was supposed to meet a guy at the cinema, it was a blind date. I got a description of what he looked like, and you matched. I thought he was you."

"So, if I hadn't come along, you would have had you hand down someone else's..." Anthony trailed off.

"No!" Paige's eyes flashed. "That was... I don't know. I just, I can't explain it. I thought you were my date. What was your excuse for having your hand down...?" She let it hang and looked at him expectantly.

"Okay, you're right, I shouldn't have. It was just... the looks you were giving me... I'm only male, damn it!" he said, running his hand through his hair. "So yeah, I kissed you. But you kissed me back," he pointed out.

"Because I wanted to," she said, exasperated. How had something so relatively simple become so complicated?

Chapter 3

Paige was sitting at her desk, trying to read one of the countless letters she had to get through before next week's issue, when June put her head and asked her to collect a fax and drop it off at Anthony's desk. Anthony, the exact man who's causing my loss of focus, Paige thought.

"Why can't you do it?" Paige blurted, putting the letter in the in tray and starting to pack up. She hoped June hadn't noticed her shaking hands.

"I've just had a call from the school. Emma's not well, I have to go get her. The woman on the phone said the fax will be sent in half an hour. I know you're finished, but..." June looked at her hopefully.

"Say no more, go get Emma. She's ten now, right?" Paige asked.

"Yes, ten," replied June with pride. "Before I know it she will be in high school. Well, best go. Thanks, Paige.

"Yeah...it's strange how time flies, isn't it?" Paige said to herself, thinking how much time had gone since Anthony was in her flat., Only two weeks, she thought, but it feels like months since I last saw him.

After she admitted she had slept with him because she wanted to, she had asked him to leave, and told him nothing could happen. Since then he had been nothing but professional, but sometimes she felt his eyes on her.

He'd been out of the office all this week, but was back today. She hadn't seen him yet, she had been avoiding him since she had had a dream about him. She had dreamed they were back in the hotel. She hadn't left this time; instead, he pulled her into his body then turned so he had her pinned to the bed and in a smoky voice asked,

"Do you want me?"

She woke up breathing heavily, her clothes damp, her nipples erect and feeling wet between her legs.

Paige's thoughts were interrupted by the fax machine. Glancing at the clock on the wall she was stunned to realize how long she'd been day dreaming. She grabbed her bag and jacket and went to collect the fax, then hurried to Anthony's office.

Paige took a few deep breaths as she stood outside the door. Get in, get out, she thought. Paige knocked and waited.

"Anthony?" she called through the door, he's not in, she thought relieved. Checking the door and finding it unlocked, she walked in. Relieved at finding it empty, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the desk.

As she moved to place the fax on his in-tray, she heard the door close behind her. Without turning she knew who it was.

"Have you decided you want more than a working relationship?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

He knew what Paige was doing there -- the fax and wishful thinking weren't going to change that. June had seen him before she left and had let him know abut the fax.

He had been waiting for the kettle to boil when he started wondering what Paige would be wearing. Something that showed her legs off, most likely, he thought. But tight jeans or baggy, he didn't care. He put down his coffee. Why should he care? She obviously didn't want to see him; he had been here all morning and he knew she'd avoided him. Leaving his coffee, he went to his office hoping to catch her. He didn't know why, or what he would say, but he needed to see her.

She looked amazing, he thought. She wore a red summer dress that hung just past her knees, and heels that made her legs look long and slender. I had those wrapped around me, I had her between my...

"June had to leave," she said, breaking into his thoughts. "She was waiting for a fax when the school called, I was just dropping it off." She said. She was facing the desk and away from him.

Anthony could hear her voice was unsteady. Dare I...? he thought.

"And now...?" he asked, moving towards her.

"Now..." Paige repeated, then gasped when he trapped her between the desk and his body, his arms on either side of her.

"What are you going to do now?" He rubbed his cheek against hers.

She could feel the stubble on his jaw, then the smooth skin above, it made her feel... she closed her eyes and concentrated.

"I'm...going home," she said with little conviction.

"Are you?" He kissed her neck, feeling her shiver. He trailed kisses to her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down with his teeth.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, grazing her shoulder with his teeth, praying that she didn't.

"No," she said breathlessly she dropped her head backwards.

He took the hint, kissing her neck. Lifting his hands off the desk, he trailed his hands up her hips. Keeping one hand on her hip, he let the other slide down her leg and caught the hem of her skirt, slowly drawing it up.

Paige gasped at the feel of his hand on her leg. "Wait," she said. She knew this was a bad idea but still wanted it.

"I can't, I've waited too long," he said, spinning her around and bringing his mouth crashing down on hers. "God, I want you," he said. He pulled back to look in her eyes, then quickly reclaimed her mouth.

"Do you want me?" he asked, trailing kisses on her jaw, "Do you?" He started to unzip her dress.

"Yes, Anthony. I need you, please," she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his kiss avidly.

Sliding one hand into Paige's hair, Anthony deepened the kiss, and finished unzipping the dress. When he had the dress half way down, he placed his palm on her back, feeling her shiver in response. He smiled. Her skin was like silk, soft and pale like a pearl; she was one of a kind.

He finished unzipping her dress, then peeled it down to trap her arms. He bent and took a nipple in his mouth.

"Anthony," Paige cried out. She was feeling so much, but the main thing was love; she loved this passionate man, and at that moment it didn't matter that he was her boss, she just wanted him.

Anthony moved to the other nipple as he finished undressing her. Paige started unbuttoning Anthony's shirt, but was shaking so much he had to help her. She ran her hand through his chest hair, smiled when she felt him shudder.

Anthony slid his hand up her side, over her ribs to the underside of her breasts. Taking one breast in his hand, he stroked over the nipple with his thumb, and then twisted gently.

Paige came instantly, digging her nails in his chest. She bit Anthony's shoulder to muffle her scream as she came.

"Did you like that?" he asked smiling down at her. He kissed the top of her head.

"You know I did," she said, trying to get her breath back.

"Kitten," he said quietly.

"Hmm," she said, looking up.

"Retract the claws," he said. She looked down and he laughed at her nails still clinging into his chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. Embarrassed, she yanked her hands back.

"I'm not," he said. He tipped her chin up to look her in the eyes.

"What was that?" she asked suddenly.

"What?" he asked. Then he heard a door bang shut.

He looked at his watch. "The cleaners, they will be coming in here soon. Come home with me," Anthony said, looking back at her.

Paige nodded, got dressed, grabbed her jacket and his as he dressed. They left the office and headed for the elevator that took them down to the car park. He opened the door for her, waited for her to get in, then looked around and gave her a kiss before closing the door. He slid into the drive's seat and drove for his home.

They were both silent, Paige staring out the window, Anthony kept his eyes on the road. He glanced at her occasionally, trying to divine her thoughts. He broke the silence by asking if she was okay.

"No," she replied softly, playing with the fabric of her dress.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He had to concentrate on the traffic, so he didn't see the love in her eyes when she looked at him.

What's wrong?! What's wrong is I'm in love with you, I can't tell you, I've just had sex with my boss again, and I'm going to have to find a new job, she thought sadly.

"Just tired," she replied instead.

"Nearly there," he said. He reached over and squeezed her hand.

She looked up at him, the street lights making her blue eyes sparkle. Right then it hit him like a speeding train; he was in love with her. But he could feel her pulling away from him; he knew he couldn't let that happen.

Pulling into his drive, he went around and opened the passenger door and helped her out. It was cold so he draped his jacket over her, then put his hand on her waist and pulled her close to his side.

He wondered what she would think of his flat. Would she like it? hate it? think it shouted 'playboy?' He had no idea.

"I've just recently moved in, it was getting refurbished so that's why I was staying at a hotel, erm but you know that," he said nervously. He saw Paige smiling, he knew she was remembering that night. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"The shower's bigger here," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, really?" She giggled and moved closer to him.

"Mmm-hmm, and I've got a whirl pool bath," he said, nuzzling her neck.

"But first, food," he said, then moved so quickly that Paige nearly fell.

"Wait, what?" she asked, confused by the sudden change.

"Food, you eat it," he said, laughing at her expression.

"You mean strawberries and cream, right?" she asked, sashaying up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"No, I mean food like dinner." He kissed her mouth, then unwrapped her arms and went over to the fridge.

"Okay, we have eggs, cheese, chicken, yogurt, fruit and steak. Take your pick."

"Wait, you're going to cook for me?" she asked, astonished.

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"So...I thought we were going to, well, you know... but you're cooking." Paige was confused.

He turned and took her hands in his as he looked her in the eyes. "I don't just want sex, Paige. I want to know you, I want to be with you, I want to watch movies with you, eat dinner with you. I want to wake up with you in my arms." For the rest of my life, he thought but didn't say.

"You do?" she whispered.

Taking her face in both his hands, he kissed her. "Yes, this is more than sex. You must feel that too," he said. He knew he was taking a risk, but one of them had to.

"I do, but..." Paige's voice trailed off.

"Take a chance, Paige. Take a chance with me." He kissed her full on the mouth. "Marry me," he said, then kissed her again, softly.

"What?" she asked breathlessly. Did he just ask what I think... she thought.

"Marry me. It was fate that we met, we were meant to meet. Don't you see, Paige? I need you. I've missed you so much. While I was gone, all I could think about was you. Where you were, what you were doing. I love you. Marry me. I swear you will never regret it." Anthony waited, his heart in his throat.

"You love me," she said. There were tears in her eyes now. "No one has ever said that to me." The tears escaped and ran down her face.

"It won't be the last time," he promised. "Marry me and I will say it everyday for the rest of our lives."

"Yes," she said, throwing herself in his arms. "Yes, I love you too, but I thought..."

"Shhh...now how about we celebrate?" He dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"How?" she asked with a huge grin.

"Mmm, it's a surprise." Anthony winked suggestively.

"Head up stairs, first door on the right, lie down on the bed. I'll be up soon," he said. He kissed her, patted her bum, then went back to the fridge.

Paige found his room. It was so big, her entire flat could fit into it, she thought. She took off her shoes and lay on the bed as he had instructed.

"I don't have strawberries and cream but I do have ice and champagne." Anthony said from the doorway. He leaned against the door with a bottle in one hand and a bowl in the other, with a sly smile on his face.

Chapter 4



Paige smiled at him, as he walked over to the bedside table carefully put down the bottle and the bowl filled with ice cubes. Paige sat up and tried to reach him, but he evaded her hands and walked over to the window. Looking through it, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine he asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes. I love you," she said moving behind him, and hugging him, laying her check on his back.

"Then go back and lie down, but this time close your eyes. And no matter what don't open your eyes." He said still looking out the window. An instant later he heard the bed creak a little as she climbed back on it.

As Paige closed her eyes, she could hear very little movement, and felt a little afraid, not scared, but excited and thrilled with anticipation and could feel the bed lower under his weight. He leaned over kissing one closed eyelid and then the other, trailing down her cheeks till he was kissing her mouth with nibbling kisses. As soon as she opened her lips for him, he retreated.

"I want to go slow. If I feel your tongue, Ill want to take you, I will remove just enough clothing so that I can be inside you. This time I want to make it right. I want you to be as turned on and as frustrated as you made me feel these last few weeks, denying both of us. Payback's a bitch. Isn't it?" He said getting off the bed.

When she heard his shoes hit the floor, she imagined him stripping, but there was no sound of his belt clanking, or his zip being lowered. She felt the bed sink again, and when she felt his thighs on either side of her, she tried to reach for him, only this time to find him take hold of her wrist.

"Give me the other one." He said in her ear, his stubble scratching her check.

"Why?"

"Trust me," he replied biting her ear and travelling down her neck.

Slowly she raised her other wrist and he held both her wrists in one hand. She could feel him tie her wrists together and lift her hands above her head.

"Hold the bar," he said. When she did as he asked, he secured her hands to the bar. He slid his hands slowly down her arms, from the pulse point in her wrists, to the indent of her elbow, all the way down her shoulders. He repeated the action with kisses, and light bites, till she was wriggling on the bed.

"Anthony," she cried out, she was so close to coming with just the simplest touch of his mouth.

"Ill be right back," he said, lifting himself off of her and the bed.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Paige asked in a worried tone.

"Never Paige, now you're mine," he said kissing her. It was fleeting but it was enough to reassure Paige.

She heard him, open and close the bedside drawer. She felt him lie down beside her again and something cold against her skin but it wasn't the ice.

"I've never tied up a woman before, so I forgot one important detail. How would I get your clothes off? It's too late for you to take them off, so..." he said as she felt something cold slid under the strap of her dress. She heard a slicing noise and her strap fell down. He's slicing my dress off, she thought feeling a little excited.

"How am I supposed to go home without any clothes?" she asked.

Cutting the dress between her breasts down her stomach, he replied, "That's the good thing about it. I'll buy you a new one." After he was done with the dress, he moved on to her underwear slicing the sides and whipping them off.

"You could have taken them off the usual way, my legs aren't tied" she said.

"But I like cutting things off you, as you just lie there." He said laughter in his voice. "Now, since I can't get your clothes wet, I can do this." He said taking an ice cube and rubbing it over her lips. "Your lips are like the sweetest of berries, no lipstick and so naturally red. Your skin is like white pearl, no imperfections," he said running the ice down her throat. "Your breasts are so perfect handful and your nipples so erect a dead giveaway of when you're turned on, like now" he said running the ice over them, and replacing the ice with his mouth.

"Anthony," she breathed, arching her back.

"Shh, just feel, and listen," he said, grabbing a new ice cube, and running it between her breasts down her smooth stomach, and drawing a line towards the area where she wanted his touch the most. As he trailed the ice from one hip to the other, she felt the water run between her thighs. He licked up the trailing the water left by the ice, sliding his tongue inside her just a little.

"Anthony," she screamed, arching of the bed, "Please, please...I need..."

"Learn to be patient, because I'm not going to make love to you until I have touched ever inch of your skin with ice and then my mouth..." His words were too much for her to handle and without him even touching her, she came till she was panting.

"You came from me telling you what I want and what I am going to do to you. You're going to cum a lot more before I'm inside you" he said. She felt him shift and felt the ice on her foot, at the back of her ankle and then at the back of her knee followed by his lips.

"Its too much, Anthony..."

Ignoring her, he slid his hands between her thighs. "Open your legs," he said breathlessly. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up without coming himself. Realising the thought of not being inside her when he comes, he jumped up from the bed, suddenly.

"I can't wait, I know what I said, but I need to be inside you, now" he said while stripping his clothes off. He came back to her, freeing her hands off the bar, but keeping them together, he placed her arms over his head so that she wouldn't have any other option but to leave her arms there and slid between her legs.

"Wrap your legs around my hips... Ahh yes, oh god Paige, I can't wait anymore" he said as he shoved into her again and again. He felt Paige's walls squeeze around his cock, and instantly they were both cuming and he continued to plunge into her wanting to share everything with her.

"I love you, God I love you so much" he said as collapsed on her.

"I love you to," she said, her voice cracking.

"Hey, are you crying? God did I hurt you? I'm sorry I..."

"No, I'm just so happy." She said smiling through her sobs, "They are happy tears, I never knew I could feel like this."

"Me neither. Here, let me cut off the rest of my tie and we can drink the champagne and celebrate our new life."