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“Not at all. I’m glad I was your first.” He licked his lips, burning my skin with the sinful look in his blue eyes. “I want all of your firsts. If you want to share them with me.”

Aiden wasn’t like other guys. So when he said this, I knew it was not some bullshit play to get in my pants. He genuinely wanted to share my firsts with me and not for some testosterone-driven need.

I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor at my feet. It was cold in the studio, and my nipples were painfully erect. Aiden’s eyes roamed over my breasts. He didn’t speak or breathe, only stared like he was going to devour me.

“In mythology, each leaf of the shamrock means something different.” I turned to the side for him to see where the art began on my shoulder blade. “The first leaf symbolizes hope.” I traced a line over my ribs and up to my breast. “The second leaf means faith.” I continued my exploration with my finger, stopping once I completed the journey to the shamrock that ended above my nipple. “And the third leaf means love.”

As if committing every feature to memory, Aiden raked over my breasts with a greedy look in his eyes and licked his lips.

“It’s beautiful.” He smiled. “So are you.”

I launched myself into his strong arms, and he curled them around me, lifting me onto his lap. Straddling him on the Ink Bed, I rocked my hips as our lips touched. This time, he didn’t hesitate and kissed me. As our tongues collided, I desperately wanted him to kiss, lick, and suck on every inch of my skin.

I wanted to be worshiped by Aiden.

But my moment of bliss came to a screeching halt when Sean called out, “Ella, I’m back.”

As our lips separated, I struggled to catch my breath. “Shit, that’s my boss. If he catches us in here, I’m fired. And he’ll tell my dad. Get dressed.”

Aiden slid the jeans up his thighs while I slipped into my bra and tank top. Loud footsteps approached the room, so I had to act fast. I grabbed my sketchbook from the couch and flipped to the page with the Edward Elric sketch. It was a good thing I started working on it before Aiden arrived.

My client would be there within the hour.

Seconds later, Sean entered the room without knocking. I leaned against the table, charcoal pencil in hand, and pretended to work on something for Aiden.

“Oh, hey.” Sean glanced at Aiden with a smile and then back to me. “I didn’t know you were with a client. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Sean closed the door, and I let out a breath of relief.

“That was close,” I whispered.

Aiden slid off the InkBed, towering over me, and bent down to kiss my lips. “I better get going. You have a client coming in and a boss that isn’t going to be cool with you fucking around with me.”

“I have to finish the sketch and clean up my space. Plus, I completely forgot about the front desk. Sean would kill me if he knew how long I left the place unattended while he was gone.”

I inched toward the door, and Aiden wrapped his arm around me from behind, pressing my back to his muscular chest. He tilted my head back and kissed my lips, draining the air from my lungs.

“Thanks for trusting me, Cinders.” His lips skimmed mine once more. “We should do this again sometime.”

Chapter Seventeen

ELLA

I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

I never thought I would say that after years of feeling invisible, not after being an outcast and hated by everyone just for existing. But the day Aiden came to Astor Prep, I became visible. For the first time in my life, someone saw me.

People still whispered behind my back. They talked about the girl who gained the attention of not one but two hot billionaire boys.

I was the talk of the school.

And, for once, it was a good thing.

No one mentioned my father or my crazy brothers who would kill Aiden and Sonny for putting their hands on me. They seemed to have forgotten how dangerous it was to be seen with me. Even the head cheerleader invited me to sit with her snobby friends at lunch.

Of course, I declined.

Those girls didn’t know I existed until I gained the attention of the hottest guys in school. They didn’t care that I sat alone every day. And I doubted they gave a shit when people teased me, calling me a freak in passing, because they did it too.

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