Page 55 of Some Like It Hot

Aidan seems like a man who is very content with himself and his place in the world.

“Yep. I’m just missing a special someone.”

That both sends a thrill through me and a wave of regret. “Aidan, I don’t live in Chicago full time, just so you know. I’m here for ninety days this time, then back to London.”

He glances over at me. “That’s the same timeframe Blake has for this whole fake engagement, isn’t it?”

I nod. “I think so.”

“So let’s just have fun while we can. You and me, Blake and Elise, the four of us.”

I nod again, throat tight. I want to say more, but I don’t want to make promises I can’t keep. “Brilliant.”

“Hey.” Aidan stops walking.

“Yes?” I stop walking.

Aidan invades my space. He puts his hands on my shoulders and walks me back against the wall. His gaze drops to my mouth.

Then he kisses me.

He’s good at this.

That’s all I can think as his lips take mine, firmly, confidently, fully in control.

He smells like aftershave and something else I can’t put my finger on.

As his tongue teases my lips apart, lust licks at me.

But before I can wrap my arms around him and return a proper favor, he pulls away and gives me a smirk.

“I just wanted to say that.”

“That was worth saying.” I clear my throat, a little fucking rattled by this man, if I’m being honest.

“And thank you for dinner.”

“You’re welcome. Want to go to the bar at the hotel I’m living in?”

“I’d love that.”

“We can have a drink and text Elise.”

We start walking.

“How do you think that’s going?” he asks.

“Elise probably has him on his knees.”

He chuckles. “I think we’re all going to take turns being on our knees.”

We make eye contact, and lust has me in a chokehold. I picture me the night before, down between Elise’s soft thighs, lapping at her sweet pussy. Then I visualize being on my knees, drawing Aidan’s cock between my lips. Then him doing the same to me, taking me deep, his dark hair bobbing over my swollen erection.

“I certainly fucking hope so.”

Aidan groans. “How long of a walk is it to your hotel?”

I flick my arm out. A cab immediately pulls over to the curb. “I don’t walk unless I’m hiking in the woods. Which, come to think of it, I never do either. I was only walking now to be polite.”

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