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Fuck, I’m driving down the road while doing this. Why couldn’t I have waited until I got home and was in the safety of the bedroom or shower? What if she wakes up? Fuck it, she already knows she’s mine and I’m hers. It’s not like I’m doing anything directly to her.

I park the car in the lot. It’s dark, but a street light surrounds her body with a warm glow. I pump harder and faster as I stare at her beautiful body imagining her plump lips sliding down my cock. Or the way her body responds so innocently to my touch, how she moans when I twirl her perfect nipples between my fingers. She’s never been touched by a man before me, and that turns me on so fucking much. The pressure builds and I silently moan her name as I release into my hand.

Using a spare T-Shirt from the back to clean myself off, I fix her dress before carrying her inside, pulling down the thin fabric of her short dress to shield her from wandering eyes.

Tomorrow, she’s in for it.

Eleven

Iwake in Aiden’s bed, tangled in his heavy comforter. I can’t remember how I got here.

My head throbs from the fading light washing into the room, along with my hangover. My eyes finally adjust, and I see a glass of water and two Motrin on the nightstand. I groan as I take the medicine.

Why does my ass hurt?

Realization hits me, as everything that happened last night floods my hungover mind. I had fun when he showed up, but I feel ashamed for everything else. Not that I went to the club, but that I went out of spite, thinking he was supposed to be with Rebecca the night before.

I should have texted Aiden. Then I wouldn’t have made a fool out of myself. But then we wouldn’t have played around, and I wouldn’t have discovered this new side of me.

Why did I like his hands on me in such a firm manner?

I stand sluggishly and stretch before grabbing my phone. My eyes widen when I see the time. Six p.m. I slept all day. Shit...I feel so guilty. I need to make it up to him, he needs to know how much I want him and no one else.

I use the restroom and wipe the sleep from my eyes. The reflection in the bathroom mirror makes me gasp. I’m wearing one of Aiden’s button-ups. I wonder if he put it on me. Last night is a complete blur. When will he be home? I can text him but I’m not sure if I should.

I hurry and make myself looker better, sexier. I slap on some makeup before running a brush through my hair and tying it in a loose side braid. I slip on the lingerie Aiden bought before unbuttoning some buttons on his shirt to show off the bra. Once done, I wait patiently by the door.

The door clicks open minutes later and Aiden walks in. He rakes his eyes up and down my body slowly. “Fuck.” I’m happy he’s alone, I know he upped security and it would have been extremely embarrassing if he wasn’t alone in the elevator.

Without another word, he drops his suit jacket and folders on the countertop before picking me up. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me into the room. He tosses me on the bed and hovers over me, trailing a long finger down my chest. In one motion, he unclasps the front buckle and yanks the fabric away, exposing my breast.

“You look so fucking good in my shirt.” His voice is a low growl as his warm hands spread evenly over my breast.

I blush. “I... I missed you.” I glance over at the windows. The view here is so beautiful, so romantic.

He curls a finger around my chin, forcing me to look at him. “I missed you too.” His voice is velvet smooth as he trails kisses down my neck.

Shivers rake down my body as he fondles my breasts. He nudges one leg between my open legs, and I grind myself against him to relieve the pressure.

“Calm down, baby.” He brings his fingers to my slit, gently rubbing it in circular motions. The sound of my wetness fills the room. “You’ve been sitting here thinking about me?” His hand caresses my center.

Nervous but excited, I nod. Running my hands through his styled hair, we collide. Our kiss is passionate, full of need.

“I own you.” His breath hot and cool against my neck as he sucks on it, creating a hickey.

I rock against his hand, but he pulls it away when I’m on the brink of my release. His fingers dance up to my breast, he pinches my nipples eliciting a moan from my lips. Leaning his head down he brings his tongue to replace his fingers, his teeth gently pull on my erect nipples as I run my hands through his thick hair.

He moves between my legs and I feel how hard he is as he grinds against me, torturing me with his slow movements. I moan as he presses deeper into me. But to my dismay, he pulls away, leaving me withering beneath him.

I wish I was brave enough to tell him what I want, but I think he’s doing this on purpose.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” He coos, gliding his hands over my body.

Anxiety washes over me as he kisses my stomach, going lower with each kiss. Eventually, he rips my panties off, grabs my legs and jerks me farther down the bed. My gasps turn into a moan as he buries his face between my thighs. His tongue expertly circles my clit, the feeling is so sensational I don’t think I can take much more.

I tug on his hair and feel his groan rumbling against me. “I’m about…to…”

He pulls away right before I become putty under his hands...well, mouth.

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