“You what?” I tilt my head in confusion. “I thought you meant sexual harassment, like hooking up with one of your employees.”
He laughs. “No, baby girl. The only employee I would ever touch is you.”
I shake my head. “You’re lying.”
“Don’t tell me what I’m doing. If I tell you something, it’s the truth. Do you understand? Or do you need me to teach you a lesson?” He playfully takes the strap of my top between his teeth.
“You slept with Rebecca.” I remind him.
Realization dawns on his face. “Oh no, baby. She didn’t work for me then. I didn’t do shit with her after I hired her. I’m smarter than that.”
I raise my brow. “Smarter huh? What if I sue you?”
He looks me up and down before smiling wolfishly. “Take everything you want from me. Just let me fuck you.”
I shudder at his words. Then, I remember what he said. “What do you mean?” I lower my voice. “That you jacked off to me before. I don’t remember that.”
“You wouldn’t.” He caresses my swollen lips. “You were asleep.”
I look up at the ceiling in thought.
“You passed out in the car after the incident at the club. I was horny, so I stroked my cock while you slept. You’re so obedient when you’re not talking.” He kisses my bare shoulder. “I didn’t touch you.”
I believe him. But would I really care if he did? Not at all.
I blush furiously. I know I should be angry or bothered, but I’m not. The thought of him wanting me so badly that he touched himself while I slept turns me on. I can feel myself dripping. I lift up and look down. His cock is glistening. My panties are ruined.
He looks down and smiles. “You like that, huh?”
He pulls my panties to the side, swiping a long finger through my slit. I gasp in pleasure the second he touches my throbbing clit.
“Such a dirty girl. You like the thought of me doing that, don’t you?” He rubs faster.
I buck my hips, about to come undone.
His silky voice whispers in my ear, “Not yet. I want to see you bouncing on my cock.”
I gesture to my dangling feet with a blush. “I can’t reach the floor.” I feel so small in his arms, so feminine.
He growls deeply, wrapping a hand around my neck, and brings me close. “I’ll just have to bounce you myself.”
Aiden yanks my panties further to the side before lifting my hips. He positions me above his length, and I whimper when I feel him pressing against my entrance. I moan as he lowers me, his hard length sliding in and stretching me mercilessly.
“Slower,” I beg with a moan.
“No.” He chuckles, pushing me down and sinking his length deeper into me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, sinking my fingers into his hair. His hands still on my waist, he lifts me up and down. I sigh in pleasure at the feel of his length filling me, rubbing against my clit. It’s heavenly.
Every moment with Aiden is passion filled, euphoric. We’re so in tune, it gets better every time. We come undone together, our bodies tangled in his leather chair.
I get dressed, smoothing my hair out so Howard doesn’t know what we just did. He’s starting to become a father-figure to me.
“So, what time do I need to come in tomorrow to clean?”
He laughs. “You’re not cleaning.”
“I just did.”
“Earlier when you cut me off.” He grabs my ass in warning. “I was going to say, just no way are you bending over to clean with the way you look. I’ll have to fuck you in the middle of the office ten times a day.” He smirks. I turn my face away. “It gave me an idea. I wanted to see you bent over and cleaning for me.”
I roll my eyes playfully and swat his arm. “You jerk!”
He shrugs, his perfect half smile melting me. “I love your innocence. But God help whoever tries to fuck with you because you’re so gullible. I’ll have to kill them. That spot’s been on that table for years, it would’ve never come off.” He laughs.
I playfully hit his arm.
He grabs the material of my skirt, pulling it down. “Am I going to have to go shopping with you to make sure you buy proper clothing?”
“I’ll wear whatever I want,” I lie with a huff.
He laughs, calling my bluff.
“I only wear it for you,” I mutter.
He grips my face possessively when I look away, his voice deep and husky. “Fuck yes, you do, baby girl. Only me.”
I blush. “So, I’ll hire her a replacement. But only for this week.”
He doesn’t argue. “Whatever you want.”
Twenty-Six
I’m working from home the next few days. Aiden needs to get work done and so do I. We both know we won’t be able to keep our hands off each other if I’m in the office, and so we hesitantly parted ways this morning.
I finish all my paperwork early and spend the rest of the day preparing a romantic night with him. Spaghetti Bolognese made from scratch.
A smile crosses his face when Aiden arrives home and sees me in my apron. He takes in a deep breath, enjoying the aromas of a meal that’s been simmering for hours. He strides over and I hold the wooden spoon out for him to taste.
“That is fucking delicious,” He moans, licking his lips. I smile at his compliment. “And you look gorgeous.” He lingers on the yellow dress he bought me in Brazil.
I twirl with a smile. I knew it would be perfect for tonight. I’m protecting it with an apron, just to be on the safe side but he snickers.
“It’s cute.”
Noticing his left hand behind his back, I try to peek around, but he moves with me. “What is it?” I giggle.
He presents me with a single yellow rose. The gesture almost brings me to my knees. It would have, if he didn’t wrap me in his arms and kiss me fiercely.
My shaking hand grabs the rose sitting in a small vase. I look up at him with pure adoration. “You remembered.” A tear rolls down my cheek.
“Of course. You told me when we visited your mom’s shop. That story stuck with me.” He shrugs casually and looks away.
I can tell he isn’t used to doing something so thoughtful. But with me, he always does. I kiss his cheek. “Go get changed, then pour me some red wine.”
“Of course, Ms. Banks. Right on it.” He nods, wrapping his suit jacket on his arm like a butler before exiting the kitchen.
I place the vase with my single yellow rose on the counter, admiring it while I cook.
Aiden walks in as I take off my apron. Having expected to see him in his gray sweatpants, it warms my heart when I see him dressed up in exactly what I love to see him in for a dinner at home. His dark jeans hang low on his hips, damp black hair tousled atop his head, and a black t-shirt finishes the perfect trio of Aiden.
I did all of this because I have something important to tell him tonight. I want it to be special because he is so special.
Even over the aromatic smells of spaghetti sauce, his heavenly scent overpowers all other smells. My favorite scent in the entire world. Mint with a hint of smoke.
His charming smile ignites a burning desire inside my body. His warm fingers trail the length of my collarbone, his eyes landing on the locket necklace. I smile, knowing how much he loves when I wear his mark. I never take it off, not even to shower.