Page 155 of Between the Lines

It’s a fucking honor.

Charlotte’s clit is swelling up. I let my tongue trace the outlines of it and hear her hitched breathing. “That was… better than okay.”

I do it over and over again before brushing the head of the vibrator through her folds. Getting it wet before fitting it to her entrance.

“Aiden?” she asks.

“Trust me,” I say.

CHAPTER 55

CHARLOTTE

The vibrations are low and pulsing, and he slowly pushes the slim vibrator inside me. I squirm beneath it, the pleasure increasing yet another notch.

“Oh.”

“Feel good?”

“Yeah. Yeah… it does.”

His damp hair tickles my inner thighs, and he dips to run a tongue along my folds. He does that several times, and I try to just relax, to feel nothing but pleasure. To focus only on being here.

With him.

It’s like he can hear my inner thoughts. “You’re perfect,” he says against my clit. “There’s not a single thing wrong with you.”

My hand rakes his hair. “You can’t know that.”

He looks up, and there’s pure confidence in those green eyes. The man I know well, one who gives orders, runs a company, and bought me a car. “I know.”

This is Aiden. This is the man who has never given me any reason to distrust his desire for me. He wears it on his sleeve.

“Okay. I trust you.”

“Relax,” he whispers against my skin. His tongue does that thing again, skirting along my clit, and pleasure rushes through me. “Can you do that for me? Just focus on relaxing. I’m here with you, and I think you’re so fucking pretty. Do you believe me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“When I walked into that hotel room and saw you naked? It felt like a punch to the gut.” He kisses my inner thigh again, giving me a break. “People say there’s beauty in chaos, but sweetheart, those people have never seen you like you are right now. Spread out naked and wet in front of me. They’re right, though.” He kisses my clit. “Chaos is beauty.”

This time, he leaves his mouth there. Kissing right over the sensitive nub.

It’sAiden. He’s the one doing this, and the past is the past. I’m safe here, in this room. No cameras. No recorders. Just him.

I’m breathing too shallow and my head feels light.

He closes his mouth around my clit and strokes his tongue over it. Strong sweeps that feel good. Surprisingly good.

“That’s it,” he murmurs. “God, you’re so sweet on my tongue.”

But he continues, his hands sliding up my thighs to help spread me wider. It’s so indecent it makes my heart clench. He kisses me there, too, lavishing his tongue and lips over my folds. I think he nudges the vibrator, and the stretch, the vibrations…

Pleasure pools like slow-dripping honey through my limbs.

Electricity sparks from his touches. The light, feathery touches, and then the firm press of his tongue against my clit.

I close my eyes. I can’t handle seeing him there, between my spread thighs.

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