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And she hated that she found it hot.

She hated that she still found him hot.

But she did. There was no turning that attraction off. Despite how badly she wanted to.

Aiden was gorgeous with all his broodiness, and even when he scowled, and his brows dipped and pinched in the middle, her belly fluttered.

If only he wasn’t so hurtful. If only he wasn’t so hurt.

Because hurt people, hurt people.

And Aiden was one of the most wounded people she’d met in a long time. Only, it wasn’t her job to fix him.

Chapter Twelve

As far as avoiding temptation was concerned, Aiden figured he was doing a pretty bang-up job.

He and Oona stayed out of each other’s way, and he was grateful for it.

Sort of.

Yes, he’d been masturbating in the bathroom when she walked in on him, but hearing her moans of pleasure on the other side of the guest room door was driving him batshit crazy. She was obviously getting herself off in there, and not being quiet about it, which blew his mind, considering it was her sister’s house—but we all had our quirks.

But he needed to fucking sleep, so yanking it was the best course of action.

He just never anticipated Oona getting up and walking in on him.

Should he have locked the door? Of course, but he had other things on his mind and at three o’clock in the morning, he wasn’t really thinking that others would come barging in. Mostly, though, he just forgot. He was so pent-up, hearing her moans and whimpers that he just needed to knock one out, put his pillow over his head and finally get some fucking sleep.

It didn’t help that before they went to bed, they’d both heard Rayma and Jordan going at it, that was like adding gasoline to a house fire.

He made sure he was up and gone for his run before sleeping beauty woke from her chamber, and he was really fucking glad she wasn’t home when he got back. He had the apartment to himself and was able to finish what he started last night and jerk off in the shower—with the door locked.

But of course, even when he was sliding his soapy palm over his cock as the water beat down on him, his mind kept drifting back to Oona. To the roundness of her ass cheeks and the way they jiggled just the right amount as he pounded into her from behind.

The perfect noises she made and the way her leg twitched when he scraped his thumbnail over her clit. And those tits. The woman had glorious fucking tits. A little more than a handful which was how he liked them. Her nipples were like two perfectly ripe raspberries and the way they puckered and hardened when she was aroused made his dick thicken and his balls tighten.

She was a hot piece of ass, he couldn’t deny that. But she was also a thorn in his side who was as rigid as an icicle and equally as cold.

He definitely wouldn’t deny that.

Once he finished what needed to be done in the shower, he dried himself with the towel, and wrapped it around his waist, then headed back to the living room where his phone was warbling on the kitchen island.

He didn’t recognize the number, but the area code was local to the island, so it had to be someone regarding the wedding.

“Hello?” He put it on speaker then went about getting dressed.

“Hey, is this Aiden?” said the deep rumble.

“Yep.”

“Cool. This is Jace, I’m a friend of Jordan’s and I’m planning his bachelor party.”

“Cool.”

“Anyway, Jordan gave me your number and I wanted to run a few things by you, if you don’t mind.”

“Don’t mind.”

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