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53. Avoiding

Like usual, Paige is already inside when I pull into the driveway. I unlock the door with the key on my key ring and kick of my shoes beside Paige's boots against the wall.

"Hello?" I call out as I shut and lock the door behind me. Paige is no where to be seen in the living room or kitchen.

"Landon!" Paige calls back, "Will you come help me? I'm stuck in my shirt."

I chuckle to myself and start heading towards the bedroom. Disappointment pangs in my chest that Paige is already changing into pajamas. I guess she wasn't kidding about not being able to do it again.

The door is shut in front of me and I turn the knob to open it. Paige isn't in my line of sight and I round the corner to see if she is standing by the closet.

Paige is dressed in some black little dress thing with pink lace on the edges. There aren't any stockings on her legs this time and I'm grateful because I don't think I could handle those things again.

The dress stops just below the tops of her thighs and I'm sure that if she turns around, I would be able to see the bottom of her ass hanging out of the dress.

"Turn around," I say, my shoulder resting against the wall beside my closet.

Paige gives me a devilish smirk and twirls on her toes, making the dress sway out at her hips. I shut my eyes and take in a deep breath.

"You like?" Paige sways her hips and the dress flows out around her body. There's black lace underwear covering her ass.

"How long do you plan on doing this to me?" I breathe out, trying to control the rapid beating of my heart under my ribs.

"Oh, I don't know," Paige steps forward and places both of her hands against my chest, pushing me into the wall behind me, "I'm just making up for the last week."

I place both of my hands on her hips and bunch up the thin fabric in my fingers. The panties along her hips are just like the white lace ones.

How does Paige go from saving me from a mental breakdown to seducing me in my own bedroom? My mind clouds at the sight of her every single time. But somehow, my mind always becomes sharper, too. She makes me sure of myself, confident in ways I never was before.

Paige's lips press against mine softly and she grabs me by my shoulders to lead me to the bed. I sit down on the edge of it. Her legs straddle mine and she wraps her arms tight around my neck. I stick my hands under the sheer fabric of the dress and rest them just below the cups for her boobs.

Her skin is warm under my fingertips and her hands are cool against my neck. I lean back to lay against the bed and Paige follows me down, her hair dropping all around her face. I run my fingers through it and hold it against her neck.

"What are you making up for?" I ask, breathless, as Paige runs her teeth along my jaw, my stubble coursing over her lips.

"I think you said to me," she circles her hips around mine and I groan, "denying you your one and only desire."

I chuckle against her lips and hook my fingers inside the sides of her panties. With one tug, they drop down her thighs and she climbs off of me just long enough to let them hit her ankles.

My fingers fiddle with my belt and tug against the button of my jeans. Paige's cool fingers stop mine and she pulls the zipper down an inch. I watch her intently as she wraps her hands around the waistband of my jeans and pulls them down my legs.

"You are very, very handsome," Paige taps along my ribs as she moves back up on the bed, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

"Would you stop complimenting me already?" I groan and wrap an arm around her waist, flipping both of us over so that she is under me.