Page 110 of Not in My Book

He laughed. “Okay, none of that.” He leaned across me, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “How was your day?”

“Horrible. There was a huge baseball game on, and everyone and their mother decided to come to the restaurant. The only thing holding me over was the promise of Papa a la Huancaína and those grey sweatpants.”

He ignored me like he always did when I begged him to wear the sweatpants more often. “Did you get a chance to look at the chapter I sent you?”

I scowled at him. “I’m still waiting for theactualchapter, because there’s no way we’re submitting that one.”

Aiden rolled his eyes, reaching for the anticucho. “You know we’re going to have to break them up sooner or later, Rosie Posie.”

“Shh.” I covered his mouth with my hand. “Live in the romance a little, they can break up in the last chapter.”

He frowned. “I don’t think—”

I took our food and placed it on the coffee table. Then I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and tipping his head back to meet my eyes.

“You know what I hate about you,” I whispered as I began to kiss his neck.

“I can already tell this is going to be a very confusing conversation.” He gripped my hips, guiding my movement. His fingers spanned across my waist, each one of them sinking into me with just the right amount of pressure.

“I hate that you want to turn a perfectly good romance into a sad story.” I ran my fingers through his soft hair. “I hate the way this part of your hair perfectly curls onto your forehead at the end of the day.” I reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it off. “I hate when you make me feel like I can do just about anything.”

He smiled, catching onto the game. He pulled my shirt off, then reached behind me to unclasp my bra. “I hate your smile. I especially hate how much it makes me want to smile.”

He brushed his thumb against my nipple. It hardened beneath his finger, causing my back to arch. “I hate the white sundress you wear in the spring, too. Absolutely hate it.”

“I hate that peacoat,” I said, dragging my tongue from his neck up to his ear.

“You love my peacoat.” He picked me up with my legs still wrapped around his waist, and we fumbled our way upstairs to his spacious bedroom. Aiden kept getting distracted, pushing me up against walls to grind into me, his tongue stroking against mine.

I clenched my eyes closed, lost in him, and begged, “Aiden, I need you now.”

That was all he needed to hear before carrying me to his room, dropping me on the bed, and bending to capture my mouth with his.

“I never know how I want you,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against mine. “I’m so greedy when it comes to you.”

I was lost in lust, pushing his shirt up his abdomen until he took it off, urging me to do the same.

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he said. He lifted me under my arms, dropping me closer to the center of the bed. “Wanna kiss ’em while I fuck you.”

“Yes, please,” I moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth. I arched my back, my hands flying into his hair, keeping him closer. His other hand came up to tease my other nipple, shooting straight to my core.

After a moment, I’d had enough and needed him inside me. I pushed him off me so he lay flat on the bed, and I climbed over him, just like I had on the couch. My hair was still in a clip from work, but when I bent down to kiss him, he reached up, taking off the clip and tossing it to the side. My hair fanned down, covering our faces as he bit on my lip, tugging.

I whimpered, pressing down on his cock. He took my hips in his hands, dragging me over him in delicious friction.

“I can’t wait any longer,” I muttered against his lips. I started to pull his briefs down, and he helped me, kicking them off. Aiden wasn’t patient enough to do the same with my panties, only hooking them to the side with his finger. He carefully guided himself to my entrance.

Slowly, I sunk down on him, shuddering with relief. We both watched as I stretched to take him, my thighs quaking with the need for release.

“Goddammit, Rosie,” he said behind gritted teeth. “You look so pretty right now, baby. Think you can take a bit more?”

I nodded, desperate. He pulled my hips down roughly, and I let out a ragged moan. I fell forward, one of my hands planted near his head. Once I adjusted, I began to move up and down on him, relishing in the feel. One of Aiden’s hands let go of my hips, reaching up to cup my breasts, his tongue sliding over my nipples.

“So fucking pretty,” he said. “Such a good girl letting me fuck you like this.”

“I’mfuckingyou,” I said a little breathless. “I thinkyou’rethe one being good.”

He smiled against my skin, “Yeah, you are fucking me, baby. You’re fucking me real good.” In a moment, he flipped us around so he was on top. “I’m gonna fuckyounow, okay? Just lay there and look pretty, hmm?”

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