A Package for Paige by Ree L. Diehl
A Package for Paige
by Ree L. Diehl
An erotic author meets the bicycle messenger who inspired her last hero.
Bicycle messenger Ben Walker delivers his last package of the day and is confronted by one very disgruntled author. When she manages to look past the box from her editor, her mood shifts at warp speed from sullen to sultry.
Paige Turner hates being interrupted when she’s writing, especially in the middle of a sex scene. When her intercom’s summons leaves her as unsatisfied as her hero, she plans to answer the door, accept delivery, and get right back to it. Plans change when she comes face to face with the bicycle messenger who inspired her latest hero.
The erotic novelist insists on examining his package for hidden damage, but the warning label on her shirt makes him wonder if he can trust her with a knife. Paige lures him into her apartment by promising to let him in her kitchen drawers. Now if she can manage to get into his….
Welcome to the Unbillable Hours Series, where the best things happen off the clock.
Romantic Comedy Erotica, written for ages 18+.
A Package for Paige
Ree L. Diehl
Paige Turner might write soft porn, but she blushed like a Disney princess. Ben Walker hadn’t seen a woman’s face pink up like that since his senior year in high school when his best friend’s mother caught him licking cake batter off her spatula.
“Well, well,” he drawled, taking an insane amount of pleasure in watching her squirm. “First, you lure me into your apartment with the promise of cutlery. Then you tease me with a utility knife and the promise of more—a promise that you have yet to deliver on, I might add.” He shook his head and tsked. “You want to play games? All right. We’re gonna do a little Show and Tell. You’re going to show me the good stuff, and you’re going to tell me about this.” He held up her book cover. “After that, we’ll see.”
Ben had been a little put off when Chloe insisted on a last-minute pickup and delivery to end his five-day workweek, but she’d been wrapping him around her finger as long as he’d known her. She had used her wiles two months earlier, to get him to pose for the cover of a book that she was editing. She hadn’t told him the author’s name or the title. He was okay with the promise of a copy and being paid scale for posing.
The thing was, the photographer wanted more and had booked him for two more sessions since then.
Now, he had agents calling him, wanting to set him up with photo shoots and acting gigs.
Paige Turner had no idea what she’d started.
She bit her lip and turned her Bambi brown eyes to meet his. He waggled the cover and laid it on the counter.
“I can explain,” she said. The hint of pleading in her voice made him wonder how she would sound, on her hands and knees, begging for more.
“Well,” she hedged. “I saw you. I mean, obviously, I saw you. You were leaving Chloe’s office. You walked right by me, but you were busy looking at your phone. You didn’t notice me, but I saw you. It was like your image was burned in my brain. The only way to get it out was to write you into my next book.”
“So…, I’m in your book. Want to tell me how I came to be on the cover?
“When Chloe read the partial of the manuscript, she guessed it was you. I told her about the day that I’d seen you. I didn’t think anything of it. Hell, we’ve swapped sighting stories before. Man candy is way better than Big Foot. But I swear, I had no idea that she asked you to do the cover. I’m sorry. No…,” she said slowly. “I’m not sorry. You were perfect for my hero, and you’re perfect on the cover. Now, might I interest you in some cutlery, Sir?”
Hearing the honorific, he went still. She didn’t know. She couldn’t know, right?
Only one way to find out.
Ben crossed his arms and gave her his Dom look—the one that he used when a subbie disappointed him. “You lured me into your apartment with the promise of it, and you failed to deliver. Do you know what happens to women who tease?” He dropped his voice to a husky rumble. “They get spanked, Paige. Spanked until their ass is on fire, then fucked so hard, they can’t walk straight for days.”
She squeezed her thighs together and swallowed. He didn’t know which turned her on more, the thought of being spanked or the idea of a good, hard fuck.
“Cutlery,” he said firmly. “Open your drawers and show me what you’ve got.”
What she had was a chef’s dream kitchen, from the six-burner gas range to the double-wide drawer full of knives, everything from paring and rabbit knives to santoku blades, chef’s knives, and Chinese cleavers.
He pulled one knife from its slot and tested the flex of the blade. He looked at her over the perfectly sharpened Swiss steel. “Do you know what this one is, Paige?”
She did. Of course, she did. Her pussy was practically gushing.
“It’s a boner, Paige. A very nice boner. Take care of it, and it will perform for you every single time. Get lax, and it will, too. You know what I’m saying? Tell me, Paige. How do you take care of a boner?”
She swallowed hard. “Tell me. Please, Sir?”
“Oil,” he said, watching her eyes grow lambent with arousal. “Lots of oil and long, smooth strokes. Do you think you can handle that, Paige? More importantly, do you want to?”
(with Natasha Hooks and #My3Pens)
A Package for Paige (Unbillable Hours 2) by Ree L. Diehl
Length 9,402 words. Release date April 15, 2018.
Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/UH2
Teasers and excerpt: http://bit.ly/UH2WP