Page 34 of If You Could Only Imagine
“Aiden, please…”
Please, indeed. There was no getting rid of me now and I let her know it. “You should never have spread your legs for me again if you had any hope of ending things between us, Denise,” I said, my breath labored, the force behind my thrusts increasing. “You’re mine and I want everyone to fucking know it.”
She closed her eyes and thrashed her head side to side, chasing the high only I could give her. The high that she was only ever going to get from me from now on. “Oh, God…”
I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have this perfect, sensual creature beneath me, moaning my name and begging for my cock after everything that’s happened. “You’re mine,” I repeated in between stabs into her pussy. “I don’t give a fuck about anything else or anyone but you, Denise.”
Her legs wrapped around my waist and she lifted her hips to help drive me deeper into her core. That green light had me drilling into her hard, deep and so forceful, the desk moved. I hammered my cock so deep into her wet cunt, there was no way anyone out in the hallway didn’t know what we were doing in here.
And. I. Didn’t. Give. A. Fuck.
If people were going to talk shit about our relationship, well, let them say how I’m so crazy for this woman that I can’t keep my hands off her. “Cum for me, baby,” I grunted. “Give it to me.”
And she did.
“Aiden!” she moaned as she flooded my cock with her release.
“Fuck, yeah,” I echoed, slamming home in one long, hard, deep thrust as I emptied my balls inside her clenched pussy. “Just like that, baby.”
We stayed locked together until her limbs finally gave up the fight and her legs slid down over my hips. I loathed to get up off her, but we couldn’t stay like this forever, so I straightened and stuffed my dick back in my pants. Once I was done, I pulled her up into a sitting position, and waited.
Waited for her regret, her shame and her resentment to attack me again.
But it didn’t.
She raised those hauntingly beautiful eyes up to my face and gave me a small smile. “What a mess we are, Aiden,” she stated, breathlessly.
I nodded because…well, she was right. We were a mess. A big, fucking mess. “I know,” I agreed.
She was taking inventory of my cuts and bruises when she asked, “Are you okay?”
I smirked. “I am now.”
And I meant it.
Everything in my world was okay as long as I had Denise with me.
Mason’s comment about a man’s rib was spot on.
Chapter 19
Denise~
Aiden let me freshen up in the en suite attached to his office, but I still felt as if everyone knew what we had been up to.
When I had decided to talk with Aiden, I had every intention of going into his office and asking him about the story he told HR and about the fight with his father. I wanted answers, and if I’m being completely honest with myself, I had hoped he had some magical words to make this clusterfuck all go away.
Instead, the second I saw his split lip and cut forehead, the realization that this man fought his ownfatherover me really did a number on me.
I heard Mason tell me that his brother loved me, but I didn’t truly believe him. No one falls in love at first sight.
No one.
Even with his own admission, that he fell in love with his wife the second he laid eyes on her, it still didn’t make the concept real. Connections like that are chemistry, not love. Real love develops over time, once you get to know a person. My mind simple couldn’t grasp that Aiden Buchanan could have possibly fallen in love with me over a handshake.
Sure, the lust was true, right and real, but love?
But when I saw his face, I realized that it didn’t matter if it was truly love at first sight or not. Aiden was defending me and trying to protect me because he really did respect me. And respect after the things I’ve witnessed growing up was my aphrodisiac. Or maybe it was Aiden that was my aphrodisiac.
