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Her smile doesn’t reach her glistening eyes. “I’m sorry.”

I pull into the parking garage and slam on the brakes. I cup her cheek as I look into her sad eyes. “Don’t you dare apologize to me. I’m so sorry that happened to you. It’s not your fault.”

Emilia

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I took a shower once I got home and passed out on the bed. It was dark out when Aiden came back in the bedroom.

I wake to the feeling of him snuggling against my back, but his arm doesn’t go around me. I back into him, desperate for his hands to be on me.

He lets out a deep breath. “May I touch you?” He asks, confusing me.

“Why would you ask?”

“With everything that happened today, I’m sure you felt…violated.” His tone is dark, and I feel him clenching the sheets.

A small laugh escapes my lips. “Hardly. I was more upset with myself for not talking to you from the beginning. When I think about it, he was kind of off. But I was just so excited to have the opportunity. I’m just so stupid.” I run my hands through my hair.

He turns me to him, his face inches away.

If I could lean forward…

“Don’t call yourself stupid. You should be able to work wherever you please without some fucking idiot trying to get into your pants.” He says with an exasperated breath.

I lift a brow. “What if I work for you?” I challenge him as I look into his eyes with humor.

He smiles. “If you work for me” His hand trails my body. “I can’t promise I won’t hit on you.”

“Show me what you would do to me,” I whisper, wanting him so badly that my confidence is through the roof.

All I want is to lose myself in him.

Aiden

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I kiss her, holding her body tight against mine.

I think about how much she’s been through. The thought of another man’s body pressed up against hers drives me fucking insane. I need to claim her body, pound into her and relish in the fact that she is mine. Body and soul, this girl is fucking mine.

But I need to put my anger aside.

Looking at her and the moonlight cascading across her soft skin making her look like a painting gives me another idea. To fuck her long and slow, to make love to her.

I trail my hand up her stomach, slowly and softly all around her body. I pull back the fabric of her robe, giving me perfect access to her soft skin. Grazing her leg all the way up to her neck, I slide my hand across her throat. I resist the urge to squeeze and continue to touch her gently. Her nipples are hard, as I take one between my teeth and graze it lightly. I kiss every inch of her until I reach her belly button.

Her cheeks are flushed, and she pants as she bucks her hips.

I slide her panties off quickly and bury my face between her legs. Taking my time, I pleasure her, enjoying her sounds as I make her body twitch. The way she tugs lightly on my hair encourages me as I swirl my tongue around her opening.

She moans and bucks her hips.

It takes every ounce of strength to not wrap my hand around her throat and fuck her senseless. But I need to stay on track. She needs to see how much she’s treasured.

I rise on top of her, bringing my throbbing cock to her opening. Gently and slowly, I slide into her. I kiss her parted lips as she moans my name. Slow movements, grinding and fucking her this way gives me such a good view of the faces she makes. The small whimpers escaping her lips when I push myself all the way inside her fucks me up.

She is just fucking perfect.

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