Page 63 of On the Rocks

A rustle of clothes, and my dress pooled around my ankles.

“Beautiful,” Aiden muttered, running his finger over the swell of my breast where it peeked out over the cup of my bra. He looked at me like he wanted to consume me, and boy did I want him to. But first, I wanted him naked. I went for the buttons again, getting my hands inside his dress shirt. He pulled it free of his pants, and I did the rest, shoving it over perfectly muscled shoulders.

“This is bringing back memories,” he said.

“Of high school?”

“No, theGQshoot.” He burst into laughter at the look on my face.

“Very funny. I’m sure some little intern couldn’t wait to get her hands on your abs to oil you up.”

“And what about you?” he asked, his smirk dark, devious.

I ran my hands down his chest, over those glorious pecs, tracing the hard muscle of his six pack. Damn, they really hadn’t airbrushed anything atall.He kissed me, hard, and the bulge of his erection pressed against my belly. I squeezed my thighs together. “I’dreally like you to take your pants off.”

He smirked. “Ask and you shall receive.” While staring into my eyes, Aiden undid his belt, tantalizingly slow, popping the button and pulling down his zipper. He shoved them down his legs with far less ceremony, rising up to his full height. It took me a moment to realize I was staring.

His cock sprang to attention, practically calling my name. He’d always been an impressive length; I’d just never appreciated it back in high school. What the hell did I know about sex back then?

But now…Now I had to admit the Cocktail King truly did not disappoint.

Aiden reached for me, pulling me closer, and I let my hand drift down the fine stretch of hair on his stomach to palm his cock. I took the length in my hand, relearning the weight of it, the feel. Aiden’s eyes closed, his nostrils flaring. “Yes,” he hissed through gritted teeth.

Then he kissed me again, and my brain short circuited. I forgot what my hand was doing. Maybe that was his plan all along as he popped the back of my bra open. The material slipped down my arms, and I tossed it toward my dress.

Aiden’s fingertips grazed my nipples, playing with the hardening points until I was moaning desperately. Then he scooped me up and deposited me on the bed.

“Lie back,” he said.

I reclined onto my elbows. “Is that an order, Your Majesty?”

“You’re damn right it is.”

I did as he asked, scooting back, and he crawled onto the bed, settling between my legs. Warm breath ghosted across my thighs, and my entire body erupted in goosebumps.

Aiden’s hands roamed over my body—my thighs, my hips. I’d changed since I was a teenager in the ways all women fear, but as I looked down at him, my fingers tangled in his hair, it was clear he didn’t mind, pressing a worshipful kiss to my belly.

His lips danced across my skin, his tongue dipping into my belly button, making me giggle and then gasp as his teeth plucked at the hem of my underwear.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

“God, yes,” I said, pressing my head back into the comforter as he dragged my underwear down my legs. When he came back up, I braced myself for more torture, but he put me out of my misery quickly, laying the flat of his tongue against my clit.

“Mmm,” I moaned, rocking my hips into his face.

His tongue was a devil come to life, coaxing the most embarrassing sounds out of me as Aiden flicked the tip over my clit repeatedly. Back and forth. Up and down.

He drove me to the edge, my fists curling in the comforter, before backing off, and I almost bucked him off me out of frustration.

He chuckled against my thighs. “Would you like something?”

“Please,” I begged. I couldn’t believe I was begging, but here I was, completely at his mercy. “Please,” I said again. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Close to what?” he teased.

“Bastard,” I muttered.

“Do you want to come?”

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