Paige leaned back against the wall, the cool surface pressing against her bare skin, a smirk etched onto her lips. Watching Embry in that blissed-out haze, eyes half-lidded, chest rising and falling as she tried to regain composure, was like a goddamn masterpiece. No, it wasn’t like it - it was it.
There was nothing quite like leaving a girl utterly wrecked—and hell, did she look wrecked. A twisted sense of pride curled in Paige’s chest. Yeah, she did that.
Her fingers traced a lazy path down Embry’s flushed cheek, a soft touch at odds with the wicked gleam in her eyes. *Damn, she’s pretty. And flexible. And fun.*The night was shaping up far better than she’d expected, considering she’d walked into this game half-bored and halfway to blacking out. But now? Oh, now she was invested. Very invested.
“Oh, I know,” Paige purred, her voice dripping with self-satisfaction. She let the words linger, her thumb brushing over Embry’s bottom lip, a sly smile tugging at her mouth. God, I’m good. Her ego was purring right alongside her.
The sound of Embry’s breathless “That was… wow” sent a sense of satisfaction down Paige’s spine. She bit back a chuckle, the corner of her mouth twitching upward. Yeah, she’d heard that one before. But from Embry, with that dazed look in her eyes? It hit different. It felt like a trophy she didn’t know she wanted.
Paige’s brow quirked at Embry’s suggestion of round two, a wicked glint flickering in her gaze. The girl had stamina—she had to give her that. But Paige’s back was starting to protest the whole hot-and-heavy-in-a-claustrophobic-closet scenario.
“As much as I’m loving the ambiance of stale air and someone’s forgotten gym socks, darling,” Paige drawled, pushing off the wall and leaning closer, her lips brushing the shell of Embry’s ear, “if we’re going for round two, let’s upgrade the venue. My bed’s softer, the lighting’s better, and I promise there’s not a single pair of abandoned Nikes in sight.”
Her fingers trailed down Embry’s arm, a slow, teasing glide that ended with her taking Embry’s hand. She gave it a playful squeeze, eyes alight with challenge and invitation.
Paige’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper, “Unless, of course, you’ve developed a thing for dingy floors floors and being impaled by broom handles. In which case…” She paused, lips curling into a grin, “who am I to kink shame?”
She let out a low, throaty laugh, her breath warm against Embry’s skin. The buzz of alcohol and adrenaline hummed through her veinsl Paige pulled back just enough to lock eyes with Embry, mischief dancing in her gaze. She tilted her head toward the door, her grip on Embry’s hand firm, as if to say Let’s get out of here before someone kills the vibe.
“So, what do you say? My place. Fewer questionable smells, better company.” She leaned in one last time, her lips brushing just below Embry’s jaw. “I’ll make sure you won’t forget it.”
And with that, Paige tugged her gently toward the door, a devil-may-care grin lighting up her face, fully prepared to turn this night into something they’d both be smirking about for a long, long time.
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