Page 43 of Camera Chemistry
Maggie does use me. She moves steadily. A roll here. A slide there. She drags her teeth down the column of my throat, marking me. It’s a badge I’ll proudly wear for the coming days. I pinch her nipples and palm her breasts, committing the feel to memory. As she gets close, she picks up speed. Her movements turn hurried and frantic. Desperate and needy.
“Are you going to miss my cock, Maggie?” I ask. I give her ass a smack, the skin warm under my palm.
Her back arches and she nods, unbrushed hair spilling over her shoulders. “Yes. You make me feel so good, Aiden.” She leans forward, bringing her chest close to mine. “Now fuck me like I deserve.”
“With pleasure.”
I lift my hips and slam into her. Again and again and again until she cries out, collapsing onto my torso, falling over the edge. I’m mere seconds behind her. I slip my hand into hers and give her palm a squeeze as I fill the latex. No one has ever made me orgasm like this before, andfuckI’m going to miss the power she has over me.
“Okay?” Maggie whispers. She brushes a lock of hair away from my forehead.
“Never better, sweetheart. I’m fucking fantastic.” She giggles, and I hear her stomach rumble. “C’mon. Let’s eat some breakfast.”
TWENTY-SIX
MAGGIE
“So.”I cross my legs and watch Aiden. He’s bent over the stove, shirtless and flipping a pancake. “Are you doing anything else with your weekend?”
“No. Mae’s at her mom’s house until tomorrow night. I’m off on Mondays, so tonight will probably be spent on the couch with a glass of whiskey watching some basketball.”
“There are worse ways to spend a night.”
“And better ones, too.” He looks over his shoulder, eyes roaming down my legs. Aiden has seen me completely naked and spread out on his counter, but my body still heats at his gaze. There’s still a fire there, the flames yet to extinguish. “What about you?”
“When I checked my phone earlier, I had eighteen messages from Lacey demanding information about last night. Eighteen. So I’ll probably spend the night with her.” My phone pings again and I roll my eyes, looking down at the screen. “There’s another one. Oh. Wait. This is Jeremiah. He texted me a preview of some of the photos. Do you want to see?”
“Sure.” He slides breakfast onto two plates for us and takes the stool next to mine. He scoots closer so our knees touch, and he rests his hand on my thigh.
I click the link and wait for the images to download. When they do, I’m flabbergasted. It doesn’t look like us. I know itisus, but the result is so different from what I imagined. Half the photos are in color, the others are black and white. I click on the first one to enlarge it and giggle. Aiden and I look so awkward sitting on the bench together.
“You look like you want to be anywhere else,” he observes. “I didn’t realize I’m such horrible company.”
“Shut up.” I shove his bare shoulder. “I was nervous. I had a hot guy beside me, and I felt like an idiot.”
“Oh, please. You did not think I was hot.”
“Uh, yeah, I did. My heart skipped a beat when I saw you, and the air left my lungs.” Aiden stares at me, his fork halfway to his mouth. “Shit, sorry. That was definitely oversharing.”
“No,” he says. “It’s just… I thought the same thing when I saw you.”
“Oh,” I whisper. I swallow the lump in my throat, the same one that worked its way up when I was on top of him forty-five minutes ago as I realized it might be my last time touching him. My last time feeling him finish inside me. The last time he’d cup my face and look at me like I’m the most beautiful thing on Earth.
“Keep scrolling. I want to see the others.”
We see the snapshot Jeremiah captured of Aiden helping me onto the picnic blanket. The moment where I dropped a piece of cheese and Aiden laughed. Him licking the jam off his hand and my eyes watching his tongue. Us, on the bed, and the way Aiden smiles at me. My hands in his hair and his lips on mine. We lookgoodtogether, like a real couple madly and deeply in love.
“We’re hot,” I observe, and Aiden chuckles.
“We are. I’m not sure I want my daughter to see these pictures. She’s going to give me shit for days. Fuck, Maggie, you look even hotter the second time I see you in that outfit. How is that possible?”
“I haven’t worn lingerie in years. I might need to buy a few more sets.”
Aiden goes quiet, and he lets go of my thigh. He takes a bite of his pancake and chews. It takes him a minute to speak again, and when he does, his voice sounds brittle. “Yeah. The green is really nice on you. The red, too.”
“As of late, I haven’t had a reason to enjoy Valentine’s Day. Thank you for showing me that they won’t always be terrible.”
“Of course.” He eats a final bite of pancake and stands, depositing his plate in the sink. “That’s what I’m here for.”
