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Needing to stake my claim, I pull out and stroke my cock above her stomach, admiring how my cum coats her soft skin. All the while, Em looks into my eyes, her lip between her teeth.

Emilia

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Aiden looks so peaceful when he’s asleep. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow against his tan cheeks. His hard edges softened and his hair a beautiful disaster.

Not wanting to wake him, I discreetly slip out of bed.

He groans and pulls me back. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice thick with sleep.

“Bathroom.” I try to wiggle out of his grip, but he simply holds on tighter, planting kisses along my shoulders. “Aiden! I have to pee!” I playfully yell at him.

“Wait.” I turn to him. “Last night, when you said something about working for me, were you just playing?”

I smile. “If you’ll have me.” His face lights up. “I would rather work with you and save up to go to culinary school than have to deal with anything like that ever again.”

He rolls his eyes. “You know I’ll pay for your school, right?”

I nod. “Yes, but I would rather earn it. You know?”

And just like that, I’m speaking his language. He nods in agreement, before pulling me into a kiss and releasing me. My eyes go wide when I catch sight of the clock.

“You’re late for work!” I dart around the room, grabbing his things. I stop when I see his amused expression. “What?”

He shrugs. “You had a rough day yesterday. I took the day off.”

“You were just off for a week though. Is that cool?”

He laughs, his dimples deep. “Of course it is. I’m the boss. I can work from anywhere. Now, get back into bed, woman.” He growls playfully.

I run away, giggling and he chases me down, hauling me back into bed.

That is where we spend the morning, afternoon, and well into the night.

We ordered room service for lunch, which Howard delivered. I hid under the covers, trying not to giggle as Howard walked in, carrying a tray of food, and exiting quickly afterwards. We ate in bed, carefree, before making love as if it was giving us our last breath while the sun rose and fell outside.

I decided to bake Aiden’s favorite, chocolate cupcakes with buttercream frosting, for dinner. His warm arms wrap around my waist as I mix the batter. Howard keeps guard in the living room. Aiden pulls my robe to the side and kisses my bare shoulder.

I watch him walking away, his sweatpants low on his hips. His tan and inked back is a spectacular view. He leans down and speaks lowly to Howard, who then swiftly leaves, as Aiden makes his way back to me.

I continue the task at hand. Pouring the thick mixture into the liners, I place the cupcakes in the preheated oven. I turn to find Aiden with a handful of batter. I gasp when he lunges at me, pulling off my robe and placing a swift slap on my bare ass, covering me in the batter.

“No, you didn’t!” I scoff playfully. I turn to the batch of icing I’d already whipped and smother his perfectly sculpted chest in it.

“Now, you’ve done it.” He growls, grabbing a bag of flour.

“You started it.” I giggle hysterically as flour drifts through the air, like a snowstorm in August.

His carefree laugh bellowing through the room makes my heart melt.

We end up on the floor, covered in batter and icing and flour. We make love as the cupcakes burn in the oven.

It’s a perfect day.

Twenty-Five

It’s my third day working with Aiden. From the way he looks at me whenever he passes my door, I can tell it won’t be long before he drags me into his office for a little fun.

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