Page 94 of Some Like It Hot

“You were a cute kid.”

I have my arm protectively around my sister, who was probably four at the time. “Thanks. I had a very good childhood.”

“Lucky chap,” he says lightly.

He has talked a little about his childhood with me, and the whole boarding-school-at-eight-thing still is hard to wrap my head around. “I’m sorry you didn’t have that.”

Simon waves me off. “Oh, my childhood was fine. Like I told you, I had great friends and lovely houseparents at school. I’m not crying over rich boy problems. But I can see how you grew into such a good man, Aidan. Seriously.”

The compliment warms me inside out. “Can I get you a drink? I have cheap bourbon.”

“My favorite.”

That makes me laugh. “Liar.”

“I’m adaptable.”

He is. Blake and I basically crashed his relationship with Elise and he was totally willing to shift and give her what she needs—all three of us.

For now, anyway.

I still have no idea what will happen when Blake retreats to the woods and Simon is back in London. I hope it’s me and Elise then.

But tonight is about now.

And right now it’s me and Simon and I want all of him.

I pour Simon a drink and grab myself a beer. My heart is racing, my blood thick with desire. I hand it to him and say, “Come here. I want to show you something.”

“If it’s a pet reptile, no thank you.”

“No. I don’t have any reptiles.” I strip my suit jacket off as I head down the hallway to my bedroom. I toss it over the chair I have in the corner and flick on a soft lamp. I set my beer on the dresser.

“The bedroom. What do you need to show me in here?” he asks, tone flirty but also a little hesitant.

I turn and close the gap between us, gripping the back of his head. “This.”

Then I kiss him.

I almost sigh in relief. It feels amazing to have my lips on his again, to smell his expensive cologne up close and personal. To let go of my fears.

Simon immediately responds, putting his hands on my waist and tugging me closer as we move our mouths together in a hot, passionate kiss. Urgency explodes inside me and I flick my tongue across the seam of his lips.

He opens for me easily and the thrust of our tongues has me gripping his hair with taut fingers.

Simon pulls back, breathing heavily.

“I missed this,” he admits.

“Me too,” I say gruffly. Then I add, “More. I need more.”

“Are you sure?” he asks.

“Yes.” I nip his bottom lip. “Don’t ask me again.”

I shove his suit jacket down off of his shoulders so I can fist my fingers into the fabric of his shirt as I take his mouth over and over with mine, our tongues hotly tangled.

He pulls back again, making me groan in disappointment.

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