Page 9 of Naughty Wishes

“Yeah, you do.” He looks over at Dan. “Is kissing okay?”

Dan’s corded throat tightens when he swallows. “Sure.” His voice thickens. “If Kylie’s good with it.”

I lick my lips, imagine kissing Aiden’s perfect mouth.

Oh God. I forgot to brush my teeth.

“Some couples draw the line at kissing.” Aiden steps closer, nuzzles my neck. “Some at sex. Some at anal, although then we can’t do any double penetration.”

Double? Penetration?

I gag on my tongue.

“Do you want to discuss limits in advance?” Aiden asks. “Or just as we go along?”

Since Dan is being uncharacteristically quiet, and I am now feeling more relaxed after my gin, massage, and nuzzle, I step in. “If we start talking about it in detail, you’ll need more than cat videos to get me off the floor.”

Aiden laughs and cups my jaw. “You on the floor I wouldn’t mind, but I do like my partners conscious.” He leans in and kisses me lightly. His lips are warm and firm, and he smells strongly of cologne. Unfamiliar.

Hesitantly, I trace my tongue over his lips. His mouth opens, and he lets me explore, taste the faint traces of gin and avocado dip on his tongue. With a soft groan, he slides his hand around my neck and draws me closer. When I am pressed tight against his deliciously hard body, he kisses me again, deeper this time, his tongue tangling with mine. Exploring.

Heat floods my veins. I haven’t kissed another man since my first kiss with Dan over fifteen years ago. And although he wants this, it feels wrong without my husband. Aiden must sense this too, because he motions Dan over.

“Come over, Dan. You stand behind Kylie, and we can tag team.” His relaxed demeanor, and his ability to joke around in what could be an incredibly awkward situation, do much to ease my tension, especially when I catch sight of Dan’s rigid jaw.

“You okay?” I ask as he joins us.

“Yes. Of course.” He slides his arms around my waist and drops his head to my shoulder, drawing in a shuddering breath as he pulls me toward him and away from Aiden. Possessive. In a way he hasn’t been in years. But his touch feels right, like coming home.

Dan brushes his lips over my ear. “Do you like kissing him?”

Although I suspect he doesn’t want to hear the truth, I will not lie to Dan. We may have drifted apart, but I have always been honest with him. “Yes.”

His arms tighten around me, and he hisses out a soft breath. Before I can say anything, he cups my jaw in his firm grip and forces my head back. Pulling me against him, he leans down and kisses me long and hard, like he’s trying to erase Aiden’s kiss from my lips, marking me.

Heat sears through my body in a massive wave. I don’t know this dominant, possessive man kissing me.

Or maybe I do.

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