Page 59 of Master of My Heart

He reached across with his free hand and cupped her jaw, turning her head toward him and kissing her softly. When he pulled back, he smiled. “I’ve wanted to do that all day.”

Sabrina blinked several times. “I...” She couldn’t think of anything to say. Her brain was on overload from the feeling of his hand caressing her knee. She wanted to scold herself for being distracted by such a small touch, but she couldn’t.

He kissed her again, his hand running down her throat. She moaned softly. It had been ages since she’d last had sex. And with too many partnering sessions in between, she felt like putty in his hands.

His fingers slid down to her collarbone and he caressed the skin. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Her nipples tightened, and she squirmed in her seat. She wanted him to go lower, but he stopped and pulled away. Her eyes flew open and she looked at him, brows furrowed.

“Don’t you need to go in?” he asked, his eyebrows raised.

She glanced out the window, disappointment filling her once more. “I suppose.” She reached for the door handle.

He placed his hand back on her knee and she froze. “Unless you’ve changed your mind about having dinner with me,” he added, his voice husky.

She turned back, confused. Did he want her or not? His eyes were filled with passion as he caressed her leg again. She knew he wanted her. Then why did he remind her she needed to go?

“Do you want me to go?” she asked slowly.

He shook his head. “But I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, either.”

Uncomfortable? Not having sex was uncomfortable. She could handle anything else. “I think I’d be okay having dinner with you,” she said, really wanting to skip dinner altogether. “But I’ve been dancing all day.” She looked back at her building. “I should probably shower and change first.”

“I have a shower at my place,” he said with a smile. “And a jetted tub.”

Sabrina hesitated. This probably wasn’t a good idea. What would Martin say? But Aiden was touching her. It felt good. And she desperately wanted to feel good. “Okay.”

He grinned and pulled away from the curb. “What do you like to eat?”

“Anything.”

“My housekeeper is a wonderful cook. We can eat at my place.”

Sabrina nodded, eager to finish dinner and see how far he wanted to go tonight. Her mind wandered to him lying on top of her and burying his cock in her body. She shivered.

Aiden chuckled and reached out his pinky to caress her leg as he shifted. She bit her lip and looked out the window, not sure she was making a good decision.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sabrina followed Aiden up several flights of stairs to the top floor of a three-story old Brownstone that had been converted into individual apartments. An older man wearing a dark suit met them at the door, a bald spot in his graying hair visible as he formally bowed his head and gestured them inside. The entryway was marble and dark wood. A delicate crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the white plaster ceiling.

“Rowan, this is Sabrina,” Aiden introduced as he took her coat and handed it to the man.

“A pleasure, miss,” Rowan said with another slight bow. He looked at Aiden. “When would you like dinner ready, sir?”

“Soon, please. Enough for both of us.”

Rowan bowed again, then turned and disappeared through a side door.

“You have an assistant?” Sabrina asked.

“Old-school butler, actually,” Aiden answered with a laugh. “He’s great. Been helping me out since I got here. I’d be a mess without him and his wife.”

“Wife?”

“His wife cooks and cleans. He runs the house.”

“Wow.”

“She’s an excellent chef. Makes these amazing chocolate cake things that are to die for.” Aiden licked his lips. “Delicious.”

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