Page 51 of Beauty and the Boss Man

Chapter Twenty-one

Romy

After getting the text from Aiden to not keep him waiting, I have to stop myself from sprinting upstairs.

After skipping the sex last night, I was determined to make up for it today. Feeling bold, I decided to go sans underwear—which is so entirely unlike me.

What can I say? The man brings it out in me.

I waited as long as I could before sending him the teasing texts. We made it through almost an entire day of classes before I caved. I feel bad that he keeps skipping things for me, so I tried to be good.

But there was something so deliciously tempting about making sure he was thinking about me when he was supposed to be doing something else.

A little payback for all the time I spend thinking about him.

And now, he’s upstairs waiting to do filthy things to my body.

And maybe it’s just me, but this elevator is going slower than it ever has before.

As I stand alone in the big metal box, I ponder what Aiden might do to me. The thoughts give me butterflies.

But if I’m being honest with myself, it’s not just the sex stuff that has my stomach doing somersaults. It’s Aiden in general. Just the thought of being around him gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling.

Maybe it’s my denial, but I tell myself it’s the fact that I know I’m about to have some orgasms. I refuse to believe it’s more than that.

The elevator doors finally open, and I step off, hurrying toward my room. I assume that’s where he’ll be.

When I reach the door, I take a deep breath before sticking my key in the reader. Once the light turns green, I push inside.

My eyes scan the room for Aiden, but it takes me a moment to spot him out on the balcony. He’s leaned back in one of the chairs with one leg stretched out in front of him. He’s wearing dark blue jeans with a casual white button-up shirt—the top few buttons are undone, falling open to expose his chest.

He’s sipping on a beer as he looks out over the ocean. Damn, he’s a whole lot of man.

I slide the glass door open and join him on the balcony. He looks up at me and smiles.

“No panties, huh?” He asks, raising his eyebrows.

My shoulders shrug as I feign innocence. “I just decided to take your advice.”

He reaches up and takes ahold of my hand, gently pulling me toward him. He guides me so that I’m sitting in his lap.

He takes the bottle in his hand and sets it on the ground before bringing me toward him for a kiss. I can still taste the beer on his tongue as it swirls with mine.

I feel his large hand stroke up and down my thigh, and I’m grateful that I didn’t stop my shaving at the thigh today.

When his lips pull back from mine, his hand moves further North as he says, “Are you really not wearing any panties?”

Feeling bold, I say, “Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

It’s as though a switch flips, and his eyes turn lustful and hungry. They stare at me like they need me.

His hand moves even further up until his fingers are close enough to tease my slit. I feel him run his fingers through my wetness, making sure to add extra pressure to my clit.

“Is that pussy wet for me, baby?” He whispers against my skin.

His dirty talk makes me even wetter.

I nod and let out a quiet moan as he slips a finger inside, toying with that special spot.

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