Only once, when that shithead blogger who tried to one-up him had gone digging in her past, had she reacted at all. Getting her contact info had been easy. The studio gave it out all too freely, and from there, Dave what’s-his-name had a field day. Since there wasn’t anything lurking in Paige’s personal story that smelled like a scandal, he wrote a callow piece that disregarded her Cornell degree and focused instead on her high school cheerleading career. Publishing her yearbook picture and another one of her in full seventeen-year-old cheerleading glory had set her off. Big time.
He had done the sensitive guy thing and let her vent, then roasted her nonstop with every cheerleader joke and meme he could find. He smiled remembering how he’d teased her endlessly until she gave up, threw in the towel, and went through a private and very memorable performance of a dozen different cheers. He had no idea she’d been a rah-rah girl.
Though the chartered Gulfstream was comfortable, there wasn’t a guarantee of privacy or enough room for them to make love in the air. So they settled on the sofa with Paige quite boldly straddling his lap while they played Kill, Fuck, Marry and laughed their asses off.
“Have fun with this one. Thor, Captain America, and Tony Stark.”
“Seriously?” She shook her head in disbelief. “Patsy and I did this one a couple of times, so the answer is easy.”
“That’s what they all say.” He pinched her butt and grinned when she yelped. “Start choosing or I’ll call for default.”
“Okay, smartass. Here goes. Tony Stark gets killed ‘cause if anyone could figure out how to come back from the dead, it’s him. Then Thor, of course, gets the fucking. A chance to try out the hammer of the gods? Pfft. Where’s the choice, hmm? Which leaves Captain America suited up at the altar because, of the three, he’s the best husband material.”
Not bad. Not bad at all. “Bravo, Miss Turner. Well done. Now me. Give it your best shot.”
She peered at him and chuckled. “Princess Leia, Hermione Granger, and … Black Widow.”
“You’re a cruel, heartless bitch.” He had a thing for all three. Served him right for telling her that.
She rocked and rolled on his lap with a wicked giggle, reaching between them to stroke his cock through his pants. “So you’ve said. Now quit stalling and kill someone.”
“Damn. All right. Um, Black Widow has to die, I’m afraid. She’d kick my ass without breaking a sweat and my ego can’t have that.”
Paige laughed with real glee. “Continue.”
“I think I’d have to fuck Leia because she’d have some otherworldly shit going on and could probably teach me a few Tatooine sex moves.”
“I like the way you think, Mr. Banning. Always eager to learn new things.”
“Which leaves me Hermione to marry. For the same reason Captain America got the nod, she’d be the most loyal and would be a great mother. And that brain of hers? Shit, babe. All the smarty stuff turns me on.”
“Oh, great. So the most talented witch of her age is my rival? She could leviosa me without blinking an eye. How the hell can I compete with that?”
He knew one way. “Take your panties off, sweetheart. You won’t need them.”
Her face turned in the direction of the closed cockpit. “Really?”
“We’re forty minutes into a two-hour flight. I think we’re good.”
Like the queen of all she surveyed, his fiancée floated off his lap with fluid, ladylike grace and presented before him.
“As you wish, sir,” she snorted playfully. “Full cabin service is part of the charter experience.”
Twirling his finger in the air, Edward looked her up and down as if she was marked for sale and drawled, “You know the drill. Turn around.”
Paige laughed gleefully. “My ass is not on the menu, Mr. Banning.”
“I know. We’re saving that for our Ass-Gardian adventure.”
Her eyes flared, but she didn’t react to the taunt in any other way. Slowly turning, she glanced over her shoulder for good measure. “Just checking to make sure I have your full attention.”
He grabbed his dick and rubbed suggestively, making the bulge tenting his slacks more prominent. “Oh, Miss Turner, rest assured, you have my full, hard attention.”
Watching her peel the white lace off her ass and down her thighs, after a quick shimmy to dislodge them from between her legs, made his mouth go dry. Jesus god. Her ass was spectacular and those legs … they did him in every time. Keeping them straight, she bent over completely and made a show of stepping out of the flimsy underwear.
Before she straightened, Edward sat forward; flipping the skirt she wore up till her bare bottom was revealed, he stroked the soft skin of her haunches. Bent over as she was, legs slightly spread as she gripped her ankles and barely kept from wiggling her ass, he had the most fantastic view of her pussy.
“Face me,” he growled. Her expression when she turned around almost made his cock split the fabric of his pants to get to her. “Come closer.”
He watched her face as he put his hands on the insides of her legs and raised them till they disappeared beneath her skirt. She was breathing erratically, her pupils dilating, and if he was right, she was already dripping for him.
“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.” His tone was rough and demanding. She didn’t waver or balk at his command.
The play of emotions on her face as he played with her wet folds ensured this was going to be quick and probably dirty as fuck. Aggressively fingering her while she tried to stay on her feet was incredibly hot. Neither of them had the luxury of time.
When he was sure she was close to coming, he gruffly demanded she get ready to be fucked, freed his fat erection from his clothes, and pointed at it. “Get on. No hands.”
She slid forward, straddling his thighs while he held his cock in position. He pulled the hem of her skirt up with his free hand so he could watch. And then she lowered onto his throbbing staff like a goddamn prima ballerina. Once he was deep inside her and she was swooning on his lap, he closed his eyes and groaned.
Paige immediately started to rise thinking he wanted her to ride him, but he stopped her in mid-motion. “No.” When she was back in position, he told her, “Just rock back and forth. Real slow, honey. Nothing sudden. Just feel my cock filling you up. When I tell you to, I want you to squeeze me as hard as you can. Understand?”
No answer was necessary. Not while she slowly undulated and drove them both quickly to the edge. When she stopped and bowed her head, gasping for breath, he knew she was fighting the orgasm her body craved.
“Look at me, Paige. I want to watch when you come.”
“Oh, Edward,” she groaned. “Don’t make me wait.”
Pfft. As if. It was a fucking miracle he was still in control. “It’s time, baby. When you rock forward, squeeze as hard as you can. Not for long. Just tighten and release.”
She did as he asked, keeping her eyes on his as she rocked on his cock and squeezed the fucking crap out of it with her crazy muscles. He’d had enough. So had she. Reaching under her skirt, he focused on her expression as his fingers moved unerringly to the swollen bundle of nerves wet with her desire.
Seriously. He fucking loved her clit. Loved looking at it, loved stroking it, and especially loved sucking on it. Rolling the plump nub between his fingers, he set a rhythm that countered her movements. Each time she stopped squeezing then he would rub and tweak.
She came so fast and so hard that all he could do was grunt in surprise and then follow her in to a mutual climax that was completely wrong for where they were.
When she eventually climbed from his lap, he gallantly helped her step back into her panties, leering like a sex fiend knowing the white lace was going to get pretty sticky. This was the best part—almost—of having a clean bill of health and being able to fuck without a barrier. He got off on coming inside her, filling that luscious pussy with his pleasure.