Page 93 of Aiden

I step back and see that he’s right. Armed with a rag, I furiously wipe at the spot. “It won’t come off.” I groan in frustration.

Aiden laughs. “Move your arm in circles, babe.”

I obey. “Like this?”

“Yeah, baby, just like that.” A soft moan escapes from his lips.

Puzzled, I turn to see him in his chair, his dress shirt sleeves pulled up, stroking his length. His eyes are on me, caressing the outline of my curves.

I bite my lip at the glorious sight. I tug at my skirt, realizing it rode up at some point. I quickly walk over when he beckons me. He grabs the backs of my thighs, hastily pulling me onto his lap. My feet dangle over the sides of the chair.

“I can’t reach.”

He laughs. “You’re so fucking adorable.” He kisses my cheek, his hard length pressed against my slit.

“Isn’t this sexual harassment Mr. Scott?” I tease.

He plays with my hair. “You know, I did that once,” He murmurs.

I look into his eyes, trying to recall, but I don’t remember anything. Sadness rises in me at the thought of him with someone else.

“What’s wrong?” He rubs his thumb along my burning skin.

I bury my face in his broad chest, taking a deep breath. “Why would you tell me that?”

His eyebrows knit together. “That I jacked off to you before?”

“You what?” I tilt my head in confusion. “I thought you meant sexual harassment, like hooking up with one of your employees.”

He laughs. “No, baby girl. The only employee I would ever touch is you.”

I shake my head. “You’re lying.”

“Don’t tell me what I’m doing. If I tell you something, it’s the truth. Do you understand? Or do you need me to teach you a lesson?” He playfully takes the strap of my top between his teeth.

“You slept with Rebecca.” I remind him.

Realization dawns on his face. “Oh no, baby. She didn’t work for me then. I didn’t do shit with her after I hired her. I’m smarter than that.”

I raise my brow. “Smarter huh? What if I sue you?”

He looks me up and down before smiling wolfishly. “Take everything you want from me. Just let me fuck you.”

I shudder at his words. Then, I remember what he said. “What do you mean?” I lower my voice. “That you jacked off to me before. I don’t remember that.”

“You wouldn’t.” He caresses my swollen lips. “You were asleep.”

I look up at the ceiling in thought.

“You passed out in the car after the incident at the club. I was horny, so I stroked my cock while you slept. You’re so obedient when you’re not talking.” He kisses my bare shoulder. “I didn’t touch you.”

I believe him. But would I really care if he did? Not at all.

I blush furiously. I know I should be angry or bothered, but I’m not. The thought of him wanting me so badly that he touched himself while I slept turns me on. I can feel myself dripping. I lift up and look down. His cock is glistening. My panties are ruined.

He looks down and smiles. “You like that, huh?”

He pulls my panties to the side, swiping a long finger through my slit. I gasp in pleasure the second he touches my throbbing clit.

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