Page 82 of The Marine

The home is brick, but there is a lot of glass with luxury drapes and décor.

It definitely feels like a home.

That word keeps circling through my mind.

Home.

Before I can stop it, I imagine myself having a lazy naked breakfast with him here on Sunday mornings. Watching our kids play in the large, grassed yard. I can only see a peek as I pass the living area, but it’s enough for my imagination.

When I find Aidan making breakfast in the kitchen, my heart stops beating for a second as I watch him.

He’s so damn gorgeous.

Looking fresh as a fitness model, he’s dressed in a custom-made black suit and white shirt.

“Why are you dressed like that?” I ask, leaning on the door frame as I frown, feeling like a complete frump.

A completely fucked frump.

My body hurts in places I never knew it could after sex. Even my toes are sore.

Wait, did he suck them?

My core tightens and desire flows through me.

Aidan smirks and stalks toward me.

“No, do not touch me. I need a sex break.” I hold up my hand.

“I can kiss you without fucking you.” His lips land on mine as our eyes lock. “Probably.”

I giggle and nudge him away.

God, I know I shouldn’t have come here last night, but I’m not even a little bit sorry. That was the best sex of my life.

“I have a meeting in forty-five minutes. I wanted to make sure you had something to eat before I left.” He kisses me again.

“You work in security. Why the fancy suit?” Usually he’s in a pair of jeans or shorts, and much more casual clothes.

“God, you look hot in my T-shirt.” Aidan pulls back and slides his hand under it, cupping my ass.

I notice he doesn’t answer me.

“No touching.”

“Come back tonight after work.” His hand works its way up my back and rests between my shoulder blades.

My eyes dip.

“Briar.” He presses.

One more night.

Just one more night with him. I’m not ready to say goodbye again. To this. To whatever this is.

Just hot sex.

Oh my god, he put nipple clamps on me.

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