Page 28 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Thirteen

Romy

I’ve just finished brushing out my hair when Aiden steps into the bathroom, positioning his large body behind mine.

He takes one hand and sweeps all of my hair to one side, exposing the skin on the back of my neck. His fingers lightly trace the sensitive flesh before replacing them with his mouth.

The moment the hairs from his beard graze against me, a shudder runs down my spine. Goosebumps break out across my body, and when he softly sinks his teeth into me, I let out a soft moan.

His hands grab the collar of the cotton robe and gently tugs it down my arms. He loosens the knot at the front, so it slides easily down my body.

The robe hits the floor, and my eyes avoid my naked body in the mirror. The only thing I have left on is my vagina-exposing thong. I really don’t need to see how it doesn’t cover me entirely or the way my stomach pouch hangs over the top of the material. Or how my breasts aren’t quite as perky as they once were.

Between my cellulite and stretch marks, I have more body issues than I know what to do with.

I’m terrified to look at Aiden and see his reaction. After all, tonight, we aren’t drunk. There’s no alcohol haze to hide behind.

But when I get brave enough to look at his face, I see there’s no disgust. It’s quite the opposite. He is looking at me like I’m a fucking snack he wants to eat all night long.

His eyes move from my body to look at mine in the mirror. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are? Gorgeous,” he whispers.

I shake my head back and forth.

“Allow me to show you,” he says.

Still standing behind me, he wraps one hand around my neck. It’s not rough or painful—more like possessive.

His other hand runs lightly across my skin, making me anxious for more. When his fingers find my nipple, I let out another moan—this one quite a bit louder. And when he rolls the hardening peak between his thumb and finger, I become putty in his arms. Moisture pools between my thighs at the slightest touch.

His hand travels from my neck down to my soaking panties. His fingers slip past the elastic of the thong and then through the thin patch of hair straight to my wet slit.

Two of his large fingers take their time rubbing me up and down, stroking my clit and making my knees go weak.

My head falls back against Aiden’s chest—my eyelids heavy with lust.

But Aiden’s gruff voice commands, “Romy, look in the mirror. Watch what I’m doing to this pretty pussy of yours. Look at how sexy you are.”

My eyes drift back to the mirror, but this time, instead of focusing on every part of me that jiggles, my eyes are firmly locked on what his hands are doing to me.

I’ve never really watched much before, but holy shit, it’s sexy as hell. His hands expertly give attention everywhere I crave it.

When I stare at my reflection, I don’t feel repulsed or disgusted. The way Aiden’s hands touch me and the way he’s looking at me makes me feel beautiful—sexy even.

Leaning close to my ear, Aiden growls, “I need to taste you.”

Before I ask what he means, he spins me around and lifts me, so I’m sitting on the counter next to the sink. He kneels and settles between my thighs.

Using his thumb, he moves the material of my thong out of his way, giving his mouth easier access.

With a long swipe, he licks the length of my pussy. The sensation makes me shiver and cry out his name. Then, his tongue begins to devour me.

He props one of my legs up on the counter, completely spreading me for him. He wraps his fingers around my thigh, keeping me open for him.

That tongue of his is a gift from God as he laps against my clit.

When my thong keeps getting in his way—and preventing him from doing the lord’s work—he gets frustrated. Grabbing it on either side, he rips it clean in half.

I don’t know why seeing this cavemanside of him turns me on so much, but damnit, it does.

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