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Aiden’s hands tightened on her hips. “See that it doesn’t happen again.”

After that, he began fucking her in earnest—long, hard strokes ending with the slap of skin against skin. Nothing had ever stretched and filled her like this. Never had she felt so completely controlled and owned. When Aiden switched up his angle so he hit her G-spot, God almighty, the moans that came out of her were straight-up animalistic.

“Come for me,” Aiden ordered, reaching around to press one finger firmly against her clit.

She screamed as she shattered from the inside out, pleasure slamming through her like tidal waves. They rocked through her whole body, setting all her nerve endings on fire, taking every single thought from her mind except one.

How in the fuck was she going to return to her old life after this?

CHAPTER7

Aiden

“Please don’t think I’m complaining,” Olivia said as they ate breakfast in bed the next morning. Aiden had brought up a breakfast tray while she slept, and had lingered over feeding his still-naked sub bits of fruit and pancakes for the last fifteen minutes. “Far from it. And not that I think it should be! But isn’t prostitution, like...” She blushed from the base of her throat all the way to the tips of her ears. It was absolutely fucking adorable. “Illegal?”

Aiden tried to keep a straight face. He really did. But he only lasted about two and a half seconds before he threw back his head and laughed. “I can’tbelieveyou just called me a prostitute.”

That glorious blush he loved so much deepened a good three shades. “I didn’t mean—I mean, I did, but it wasn’t supposed to be abadthing! I only—”

He silenced her rambling with a kiss. She tried to pull away at first, still attempting to explain, but he wrapped an arm around her, holding her close until she melted against him. When at last they separated, lust had replaced the worry and fear in her eyes.

“Our guests pay to stay at a beautiful, high-end resort with large suites, a heated pool, exquisite mountain views, miles of hiking trails, and five-star dining,” he said, keeping his voice smooth and even so she wouldn’t think he was laughing at her again. “What consenting adults choose to do while they’re here is no one’s business but their own.”

One corner of Olivia’s mouth twisted up into a wry smile. “Your entire basement is one big BDSM dungeon. Whatever could people be planning to do when they come here?”

“Don’t get sarcastic with me, little girl,” Aiden said, giving her bottom a firm swat. But he knew she wouldn’t take him seriously. He was smiling when he said it. “And if you follow that same line of thinking, why else would people go to a BDSM club? If you went to a club, and scened with someone who worked there, would that make him a prostitute?”

That finally convinced her. “No, I guess not,” she said, heaving a dramatic sigh. “Oh, well. I was all excited. My friend Jen is always trying to get me to have more sex. I was gonna tell her I hired a gigolo to shut her up.”

He laughed again. Christ, he couldn’t remember the last time a guest had made him truly laugh. “I mean, gigolo has a nice ring to it. As long as you promise to keep it classy, I guess I don’t mind. I can’t have people thinking I’m some common streetwalker.”

“Hey, now!” she said, barely holding in her own laughter. “Common streetwalkers have feelings, too! Haven’t you ever seenPretty Woman?”

“I refuse to be compared to that movie unless you’re taking me to the opera in a private jet.” He pretended to think about it for a moment. “Though admittedly, I don’t think I could pull off that red dress.”

Olivia dissolved into a fit of giggles, which he helped along by tickling her sides. Had he really only known her for less than a full day? That didn’t seem possible. It felt like he’d known her for months already.

Though hadn’t he, in a way? He’d read her application so many times in the last six months, memorizing all those shards of her soul she’d chosen to bare on its pages. He knew therealOlivia. The one she was too afraid to let the rest of the world see.

Phrases from her application ran through his mind, like the crawl of a news ticker.

How can I be expected to trust a perfect stranger, when people who were supposed to love me cut me so deeply?

I’ve made my life as calm and organized and secure as I can. I finally feel safe. But I’m bored out of my fucking mind.

And, of course,I want to give myself to someone who I’ll know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, can give me the pain my body needs, without putting more scars on my soul. I think it’s the only way to fix me.

He’d learned last night she was drunk when she wrote the application. Not surprising, really. That kind of raw honesty usually took a little liquid courage, and her vulnerability had enticed him in a way nothing else had in his thirty-five years.

“Are there really hiking trails?” Olivia asked, pulling him out of his thoughts like a hook yanking a performer offstage in an old cartoon.

It took a second for him to even register what she’d said. “That’s your key takeaway from all of that?” he asked, chuckling.

Rolling her eyes, she said, “Well, it’s not like you have a website where I can read about all the amenities. All the girls on Reddit talk about is sex, sex, sex.”

“Mmm,” he said, leaning down, catching her nipple in his mouth. He gave it a long, none-too-gentle suck. “Sex sounds fun.” He rolled his tongue around the stiff bud, then pinched her other nipple between his fingers, making her gasp. “Unfortunately, I foolishly fed you all the food, and now I’m too hungry for such trivial things.”

He licked a slow path between her breasts, then down her quivering belly.

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