Page 40 of If You Could Only Imagine
Aiden~
I stood in front of Denise’s apartment door, and I was still doubting my convictions to show up at her place so late in the evening, but we couldn’t keep going rounds at work. It didn’t matter that she was now technically working for Shane. It wasn’t even a question of whether or not we were together-because we were.
I gave her a chance when she was sprawled across my desk today. I warned her that if she opened those creamy, thick thighs for me that that made her officially mine. So, there was no backing out of an ‘us’ anymore.
My problem was with the publicity of it all. Denise wasn’t my dirty little secret, and I wasn’t going to creep around behind closed doors as if she was. She was my girlfriend, and if I had it my way, she’ll be my wife before the month is out. I was not going to let her believe that this wasn’t right; thatweweren’t right for each other.
I knocked and waited. After a couple of minutes, I knocked again, wondering if she knew it was me and was just ignoring me. A few seconds later, I heard a faint ‘coming’ from the other side of the door. I listened as I heard the locks disengage, and when she swung the door open, I saw red.
“Why in the fuck are you answering the door in a goddamn towel, Denise?” I roared.
She peeked her head out of the doorway, looked both ways-searching for random neighbors, I assumed-then reached out, grabbed my arm and yanked me inside. “Do you mind?” she hissed. “The last thing I need is nosey neighbors trying to get all up in my business.”
She was answering the door damn near naked and she thought nosey neighbors were the issue at hand here?
Don’t think so.
I stared down at her. “Why the fuck are you answering the door in a motherfucking towel, Denise?” I roared again.
She rolled her eyes at me.
She had the nerve to roll her eye at me as if my question was unreasonable or something.
“I just got out of the shower,” she snipped. “And I checked the peephole, Aiden. I knew it was you.”
I still held true to the belief that women were the neatest creatures on earth, but they still didn’t make a lick of sense to me. “And, so what, if it was just me? Anyone could have been walking down the hallway and got a look at you dress-ornotdressed like that!”
Her fist tightened around the top of the towel that was doing its best to keep her assets encased, but you could see it was a real struggle. Denise had curves upon fucking curves and that towel was no match for her big, heavy tits. “People would see more if I were wearing a bikini, Aiden,” she reasoned. “Get a grip.”
It’s like the woman didn’t know me at all. “Because you think I’d ever let you wear a fucking bikini out in public?” I thundered.
I was mad, goddamn it.
Denise’s spine snapped and her face looked positively livid. “Do you really think you can stop me?” she challenged.
Fuck yeah, I did.
“You’re mine,” I reminded her. “No one sees your body but me.”
I could see the battle waging in her eyes. She wanted to fight me on this, but she was smart enough to understand that we had bigger issues to argue over. “I’m not going to get into this with you, Aiden,” she huffed. “It’s positively ridiculous to argue over perfectly acceptable swimwear.”
“Fine,” I relented. “Wear whatever the fuck you want. But don’t bitch and complain when I have you bent over in front of me, fucking the shit out of you in front of God and everybody, because you wanted to parade around in front of me in a goddamn bikini.”
Her eyes bugged out. “Are you seriously suggesting that screwing me in public is an acceptable reaction to me wearing a bikini?”
I stepped to her until the tips of my shoes were touching her pink colored bare toes. “I can barely manage to keep my hands off of you when you’re dressed from head to toe in professional attire,” I snapped back. “You think I’m going to be able to keep from snatching you up if you’re walking around clad in only a motherfucking bikini?” I didn’t wait for her to answer. “The answer is a resounding motherfucking no, Denise!”
She took a step back and gawked at me. “This is the most ridiculous argument I think I’ve ever had,” she stated. I watched her take a deep breath and gather herself. “What are you doing here, Aiden?”
My eyes trailed down her body and back up again. “Well, I came by to talk, but now I don’t want to do anything but fuck you,” I blurted out, honestly.
“Aiden…”
I reached for her, lifted her up, and had her legs wrapped around my waist before she could deny me. And it was seriously fucking me up knowing her bare pussy was resting against my stomach. I don’t think I’ve ever hated clothes as much as I did in this moment.
The upside; she had to let go of the towel to wrap her arms around my neck, and glancing downward, I could see her perfect tits pushed up, waiting for me. I loved how thick and soft she was. I loved everything about this woman and her fucking banging body.
I walked her towards the nearest wall, and as soon as her back it the wall, I pushed up against her, rubbing her slit against my already hardened dick. “Aiden…” she moaned.
