Page 103 of I Knew You Were Trouble

‘Show me,’ he rasps.

I cry out as I come, feeling my channel ripple and tremor, the waves of pleasure spreading upwards and outwards as I writhe under the spasms of the most intense orgasm. Aidan leans down, capturing my mouth as I’m still climaxing, until I have to pull away to gasp breath.

‘Christ, Lexi,’ he says after a moment, rolling on his back. ‘How do you expect me to go through my day today and stay sane? Now you’ve put that image into my head.’

I place one hand against his cheek. Before Aidan I’d never touched myself in front of anyone. It should feel embarrassing, but it’s liberating, and I draw satisfaction from the fact he enjoys the spectacle.

‘So you see, I’ll be fine,’ I joke, promptly sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, getting to my feet. Aidan falls back against the pillows, letting out a grumble of disappointment that it’s over.

‘Cold shower awaits,’ he murmurs.

I enter the en-suite bathroom, finding what I am looking for immediately. I tear the condom packet with my teeth, sliding it out into my fingers. Re-entering the room, Aidan is pleasantly surprised when I straddle his body.

When he opens his mouth to say something, I place one finger against his lips.

‘Don’t talk,’ I whisper. ‘Six hundred seconds, remember?’

Looking down, I grasp his proudly erect shaft, rolling the condom down it in one fluid motion, fixing it in place. Aidan lets me take control, his eyes never leaving mine, his gaze clouded by raw desire. Giving him a single, flirtatious glance, I turn myself around, so that my behind is facing him in a reverse cowgirl stance: his favourite sexual position. The noise he makes at the realisation fills me with a deep satisfaction. Moving above him, I position myself and grasp him, hearing him draw breath as I guide his tip to my opening, nudging him against my wet warmth, feeling my body sheath the length of him as I slide him inside, until he’s buried as deep as I can take him.

‘Lex,’ Aidan chokes out as I begin to ride him, reaching around for his hands and bringing them up to cup both my rolling hips, completely turned on by the power I now wield over him.

His breaths are laboured as I move in long strokes. I feel him pulse inside me, wanting to keep him forever and never let go. Then I shift my tempo, and buck my hips faster. I can hear that he’s close from the rough groaning sounds that he’s making.

‘Fuck,’ he grits out. Within moments, he explodes with an intense growl of pleasure, coming and coming, emptying himself into the condom before he collapses back against the pillows and gasps for breath.

‘It’s never ever happened that fast,’ he rasps, as I calmly ease myself off him, removing the condom as I go, getting up and taking it back into the en-suite for disposal.

When I return, Aidan reaches for me, yanking me down roughly to the bed. ‘Kiss me,’ he says, and I do. ‘Never stop kissing me. You’re so beautiful.’

I hold onto him, feeling his heart rate return to normal. My own heart feels open. I decide that what I have with Aidan is love, and it’s a blissful feeling like no other. It warms my heart. More than that, it engulfs my soul.

Even more so, it terrifies me.

I watchGood Morning Americain my room with Duncan and Meredith. Ziggy requested I refrain from filming today, as security in Times Square was going to be tight. I agreed, happy to have the morning to contemplate Ravi’s second interview. When I told Aidan I was interviewing Ravi again later, I didn’t tell him the real reason, but I’m keen to.

Meredith has brought breakfast up from the main buffet downstairs.

‘Also, I stole a champagne from the chill-out suite,’ she says, producing an unopened bottle, ‘so I thought we could have that. Duncan, you’re gonna have to do the honours.’

Duncan takes the bottle from her, his mouth already stuffed full of fresh croissant.

‘Champagne at eighty-thirty in the morning?’ I laugh. Duncan makes quick work of the cork, and it goes flying to the ceiling.

‘I’ve got extra glasses in my room,’ Meredith says. ‘Back in a sec.’

She scurries off. I lean forward, waiting for the door to close.

‘So did Ziggy come through for the booking?’ I ask him.

‘Aye. Best Italian in Manhattan, apparently.’

‘Good. What are you wearing?’

‘Dunno.’

‘Wear that fitted black shirt you have. It looks good on you.’

‘Yeah?’

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