He fucking loved her hands on him.
“Don’t be silly.”
“You’re also not my sister-in-law,” Aidan continued, and lowered his mouth to her neck, breathing in her natural scent.
“Aidan, please.”
“Tell me your panties are nice and moist for me,”
“Stop,”
“I promised I was going to finish what I started in Philly. Until I hear you crying out to God while my mouth is on that sweet pussy, you are mine. Understand?”
Lily’s forehead dropped to his chest.
Aidan smiled.
He lifted her face to his, a finger under her chin.
“When I knock on your door, you will open it. Do you understand?” he instructed.
Blink, blink.
“Do you understand, Lily?”
She nodded.
“Tell me you understand,” Aidan rasped.
“I understand. But—”
“I understand, what?” He could feel her body tense and begin to shake under his touch.
“Wh—”
“Sir,” Aidan said, lowering his hand to her hip again and moving them to the beat of the music. “When we’re alone, and when I am giving you instructions, you will call me sir.”
“Don’t be absurd,” Lily replied, shocked.
Aidan grinned and nudged her chin to close her gaping mouth. “Better not do that or I’ll drag you out the back, push you to your knees and fill you with my swollen cock.”
Lily took a step back and shook her head. “I can’t do this.”
He glanced down at her sniff nipples and when their eyes connected, he said. “I think we both know you will.”