Page 32 of Sinful Negotiations

With the skill of a ballet dancer, she pivoted and lifted her hair from her neck. “That feels wonderful,” she purred.

“Have you ever been in love, Tessa?”

The question caught her off guard. “I thought I was once, but I found out I was wrong when I caught my boyfriend in bed with one of my friends. How about you?”

“I’m divorced.”

Instant jealousy ignited in her blood. It was ridiculous and irrational, but real. “Divorced? How long were you married?”

“Two years.”

Two years with another woman. “What happened?”

“She couldn’t tolerate my life. The long absences and secrecy proved too much. After an assignment, I arrived home to find the place empty, no wife, and divorce papers.”

Tessa swallowed hard even as her heart stuttered for one second. “That’s terrible, Aidan. Did you have children together?”

“No. Thank God. She wanted them, thought they might cure the loneliness, but it would’ve made things worse.”

“Did she know before you married?”

“Yes, she knew and said she could manage it.”

As Tessa watched his reflection in the mirror, she thought she might have an idea what this was about now. Shoulders slumped and eyes downcast revealed the level of betrayal and hurt this man suffered. He’d put his trust and love in someone who couldn’t handle the lifestyle. He was so strong but, in this instance, he revealed vulnerability and that spoke volumes.

Did he think that about her? Think she might hurt him? She may not know much about love, didn’t have much experience in that department or have anything to offer, but she did care.

Tessa swiveled and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You didn’t deserve that, Aidan. You’re a good man. Thank you for sharing something from your life.”

“Tessa. Could you…”

She waited breathlessly for him to ask that question on the tip of his tongue. She knew her answer, but Aidan didn’t finish, pulled her arms from his waist, and went to bed.

Her gaze dropped to her bare feet before she said something she might regret. The time had come to search her own heart. Something her grandmother used to say popped into her mind, and she smiled.Love will reveal itself in its own time. It cannot be bought, sold, or forced. Have patience, Tessa.

Chapter 27

Sometime in the night, he groaned and tried to reposition himself but couldn’t move away from Tessa’s small hand stroking his dick. “Dammit,” he growled to the ceiling, reaching for a condom. He’d almost made a fool of himself earlier, wanted to forget the conversation ever happened, and go to sleep.

It wasn’t possible to ignore the throbbing ache to bury himself balls deep with her so warm and willing. If he weren’t careful, he’d say something she might not be ready to hear. When her soft cheek slid against his flesh, he chuckled out loud in defeat. “Not fair, Tessa.”

“You should know by now I never play fair,” she teased, before flicking his nipple followed by warm breath blowing against it. “I’m so wet for you. Will you deny me if I straddle your lap?”

He could only muster a growl as a response when her leg crossed his body, and her slick, bare core heated his length. Wet and needy, she rocked her hips, creating delicious friction and hunger. Moonlight streamed through the window, so he could make out her shape. His hands gripped her soft thighs, and Tessa’s unique scent filled his nostrils. “Fucking hot,” he whispered.

She whipped the shirt over her head and tossed it across the room, the curvature of her breasts outlined by the faint light. He’d bet money her nipples were already stiff peaks.

They’d never had sex in this position, and it was intoxicating to have her lithe body above him. White-gold hair teased the tops of his thighs, and smooth legs cocooned his hips. Her sex pulsated against his throbbing cock, and nectar coated his length and ball sac.

She moved to her own rhythm, teasing him to a dangerous level, lifting her hair, and undulating on his groin. Her hands slid over her breasts and abdomen- beautiful, confident, andsensual. A siren called and lulled to him. Ethereal and wicked, she stoked the flames higher.

When she leaned back and gripped his legs, he immediately placed two fingers against her clit, lightly pinching and pulling until it stiffened, and she moaned in the throes of rapture. He slid both hands along her inner thighs, admiring the softness of her skin, teasing her nub with his thumb until she sharply inhaled and rose on her knees.

He positioned his hand at the base of his cock, rubbing the engorged head against her opening, waiting for her to sheath him in paradise when he wanted to yank her down. He started to move, flip her onto her back, so he could feast on her pussy, but she lowered herself one inch at a time until she fully seated herself.

Aidan groaned in the darkness and held his breath, hoping he could last as long as she needed. So close, so tight. Her sheath snugly encased his cock, milking him, vibrating against the engorged length, and slicking him in delicious heat.

When she lifted herself and slammed onto him hard, he almost lost his mind. Perfect-sized breasts bounced in his face, nipples begging for his mouth. Rearing up, he circled each one with his tongue before focusing on the left as she stretched her body the length of his. Her pussy slid against his groin and her legs spread wider, taking him deeper.

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