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“You look so good wrapped around me.”

My moans filled the room. Aiden kept his pace, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Such a good girl, Rosie, even now. Taking me like this,” he bit out. “Always a good girl for me, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,” I gasped, fisting the bed sheets. “Keep talking.”

He moved down to his elbows, caging my face between them. “You look so pretty like this,” he groaned in my ear. “I can’t get enough of you.”

He picked up the pace as I began to tighten around him. He took my leg and placed my foot on his shoulder, driving even deeper into me. His pelvis was flush against mine now, rubbing my clit with every roll of his hips. I couldn’t take it anymore—my eyes screwed shut, trying to accept the pleasure.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded. “Are you going to come?” My eyes flashed open and I nodded, helpless to the pleasure coursing through my body. “Look at me when you come around my cock like you’re mine. Show me exactly what I do to you.”

I cried out, going over the edge. Pleasure from every inch of my body wrecked me. Aiden gave a single thrust, muttering “Fuck,” and spilled inside me.

He rolled off me, both of us lying there, panting. He laughed softly and pulled me toward his chest, and I wrapped my arm around his waist.

“I’m all messy,” I warned, slurring, still a little delirious from the pleasure.

He softly padded into his bathroom and returned with a washcloth. Gently, he wiped between my thighs and said, “I want all your messes.”

I hummed, reaching for him to lay next to me.

“You okay?” he murmured against the side of my head, planting a kiss on the side of my forehead, his hand sliding up and down my back. Through my hair. Never not touching me.

I nodded, laughing softly. “Oh yeah, I’m worn out. Completely ruined. No critiques.”

“That’s a first.”

I wasn’t used to this. Being able to touch Max whenever I wanted. I’d spent so much time, stuffing my hands in my coat pockets to resist grabbing her hand. Now she was in my bed, her head against my chest, her heart beating in tandem with mine.

— Excerpt fromUntitledby Rosie Maxwell and Aiden Huntington

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

I woke with Aiden’s arm slung around my waist. During the middle of the night, maybe between rounds two and three, Aiden found an old t-shirt for me to sleep in. It was a worn out Velvet Underground shirt that smelled exactly like him. My throat was dry, and I tried to slip out of Aiden’s grasp, but he just held me tighter.

“Where are you going?” he murmured into my hair.

“I was going to raid your kitchen.”

“For what?”

“I was going to start with water then see if you had Pop-Tarts.”

He opened one eye. “Do I seem like the type of person to have Pop-Tarts?”

“Yes. Brown sugar.”

He sighed and pulled my waist closer to his abdomen. “I’m obviously a s’mores guy.” He kissed my cheek and said, “I’ll get you water, stay here.”

The bed dipped behind me, and I was suddenly colder in his absence. I listened to Aiden’s feet padding down the hallway and stairs and slowly sat up in his bed. His room wasn’t far off from what I had imagined. He had a queen-sized bed facing a window with closed white curtains. A wooden dresser sat in the corner with a few books sitting on top. The door to his closet peeked open, with sweaters and button-downs hanging on the rack. I leaned over the bed, contemplating opening the door of hisnightstand. It felt like an invasion of privacy, but I was so curious. My hand reached for it tentatively before I snatched it back.

“You can open it.”

I jumped at the sound of Aiden’s voice. He was leaning against the door frame in nothing but boxers, holding two glasses of water. He handed me a glass of water before slipping into bed.

“I wasn’t going to.”

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