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“Such a dirty girl. You like the thought of me doing that, don’t you?” He rubs faster.

I buck my hips, about to come undone.

His silky voice whispers in my ear, “Not yet. I want to see you bouncing on my cock.”

I gesture to my dangling feet with a blush. “I can’t reach the floor.” I feel so small in his arms, so feminine.

He growls deeply, wrapping a hand around my neck, and brings me close. “I’ll just have to bounce you myself.”

Aiden yanks my panties further to the side before lifting my hips. He positions me above his length, and I whimper when I feel him pressing against my entrance. I moan as he lowers me, his hard length sliding in and stretching me mercilessly.

“Slower,” I beg with a moan.

“No.” He chuckles, pushing me down and sinking his length deeper into me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, sinking my fingers into his hair. His hands still on my waist, he lifts me up and down. I sigh in pleasure at the feel of his length filling me, rubbing against my clit. It’s heavenly.

Every moment with Aiden is passion filled, euphoric. We’re so in tune, it gets better every time. We come undone together, our bodies tangled in his leather chair.

I get dressed, smoothing my hair out so Howard doesn’t know what we just did. He’s starting to become a father-figure to me.

“So, what time do I need to come in tomorrow to clean?”

He laughs. “You’re not cleaning.”

“I just did.”

“Earlier when you cut me off.” He grabs my ass in warning. “I was going to say, just no way are you bending over to clean with the way you look. I’ll have to fuck you in the middle of the office ten times a day.” He smirks. I turn my face away. “It gave me an idea. I wanted to see you bent over and cleaning for me.”

I roll my eyes playfully and swat his arm. “You jerk!”

He shrugs, his perfect half smile melting me. “I love your innocence. But God help whoever tries to fuck with you because you’re so gullible. I’ll have to kill them. That spot’s been on that table for years, it would’ve never come off.” He laughs.

I playfully hit his arm.

He grabs the material of my skirt, pulling it down. “Am I going to have to go shopping with you to make sure you buy proper clothing?”

“I’ll wear whatever I want,” I lie with a huff.

He laughs, calling my bluff.

“I only wear it for you,” I mutter.

He grips my face possessively when I look away, his voice deep and husky. “Fuck yes, you do, baby girl. Only me.”

I blush. “So, I’ll hire her a replacement. But only for this week.”

He doesn’t argue. “Whatever you want.”

Twenty-Six

I’m working from home the next few days. Aiden needs to get work done and so do I. We both know we won’t be able to keep our hands off each other if I’m in the office, and so we hesitantly parted ways this morning.

I finish all my paperwork early and spend the rest of the day preparing a romantic night with him. Spaghetti Bolognese made from scratch.

A smile crosses his face when Aiden arrives home and sees me in my apron. He takes in a deep breath, enjoying the aromas of a meal that’s been simmering for hours. He strides over and I hold the wooden spoon out for him to taste.

“That is fucking delicious,” He moans, licking his lips. I smile at his compliment. “And you look gorgeous.” He lingers on the yellow dress he bought me in Brazil.

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