I’m a ragged jumble of whimpers and moans as he fucks me into oblivion. If I had known he’d be such a good fuck, I would’ve sought him out sooner.
Our eyes meet, and he slows for a second, seemingly lost in the moment. I place a feather-light kiss on his lips, forgetting for a millisecond that we’re strangers caught in a frenzy and that having someone’s touch all to myself is only temporary.
It’s an illusion. He’s not mine. No one is.
“You have beautiful eyes,” I murmur as I cup his cheek and admire the grey tempests that are his irises, drowning in lust. “Your name–little fire–it fits you better than I thought.”
As if my words awaken something in him, his thrusts resume their frenzy, his cock plunging in and out of me with wild abandon. “Don’t say that to anyone else.”
I lock my arms around his neck to keep balance while riding him. “Fuck…Aiden, you’re in too deep.”
He nips at my bottom lip before letting go, his eyes locked on mine as he continues to pound into me. “You want more?”
I scowl at his cockiness, yet can’t resist pulling him in for a kiss. Aiden’s mouth crashes down on mine, our tongues intertwining. I’m losing myself in the sensation of my walls wrapped tightly around his cock, in the sweet taste of his lips.
“Oh fuck…I’m gonna cum,” he rumbles next to my ear.
I’m on the verge of unravelling, and I clench around him as my dick leaks with precum. The next minute, his eyes flash with excitement and pounds into me one, two, three more times before his own orgasm rips through him, his cock pulsing as he comes deep inside the condom
My cum spurts over his chest, somehow making him look even more appetizing. “You look like a glazed donut.”
His eyes widen in surprise, yet he joins me in my laughter. Wrapping his arms around my shuddering body, he holds me close as I ride out my climax.
6
Aoi
I wake up with a maddening headache, feeling like a boulder sinking deeper into the bottom of a lake.
Ever since this morning, my phone has constantly been buzzing and ringing with messages and calls from Dixon, urging me to get my ass to work. So, I’m not in the least surprised when he assaults me with questions the moment I step into his line of sight.
“What were you up to last night? Why didn’t you pick up my calls? You better not have been screwing around in shady places.”
“Of course not. You know I’m a good boy,” I say, not really hiding the sarcasm in my tone.
His jaw drops, hanging lower than Buddha’s earlobes as he scowls at me, outraged. “Oh no, you did not. Aoi, why the hell do you have to do shit like that before the press conference? What if word gets out that you fuck around, God knows where? What if your circumstances get pulled out of proportion and your reputation gets ruined before you even get the chance to expose your identity? Stop acting like a reckless teenager and act your age.”
He storms off toward the elevator, waiting for me to catch up. No matter how furious he is, he won’t be for too long, and eventually, he will ask me about how my night went.
Once a gossip girl, always a gossip girl.
As expected, the second the doors close, he turns toward me and crosses his arms, waiting for me to speak. Seeing that I won’t say a word, he takes it upon himself to worsen my headache.
“You’ve got to at least tell mehowit happened? Where did y’all go? You were with Rachel, I presume. She’s drop-dead gorgeous, yet you always seem so indifferent.” He shakes my shoulders, almost giving me a concussion. He frowns when I laugh, hiking both hands on his hips. “First, you ignore my texts and calls, andthenyou refuse to spill the tea about your steamy night?”
I roll my eyes at him fussing over something as unimportant and uninteresting as the guy I fucked last night. I don’t see myself coming out to him in an elevator because he’s too curious about my last fuck.
“Why do you even care? We met up last night, talked a bit, and ended the night in my hotel room. Nothing more, nothing less,” I explain, internally begging the Lord for a way out of this conversation.
Dix huffs, unsatisfied by my answer and about to push for more, when the elevator doors open, and I step out. He stalks behind me, opening the conference room’s glass door for me.
I smile, sharpening my tone. “Not another word now, okay? The whole company doesn’t need to know my personal business.”
Mr. Williams appears right in front of us like a bad joke. “Oh, but do tell us about your personal business, Aoi. I’m really curiousabout your little secrets.” He claps his hands together and viciously gapes at Dixon. “But apparently, you don’t tell your dear manager either. What a shame. And here I thought you two were friends.”
I scratch an invisible itch on my nape and rush to my seat. There’s no way I’ll tell my freaking boss that I had sex with Aiden Morgan. Talk about scandalous.
“We are, but private matters have no place during work hours.” I glance at my manager, who mouths an apology. “I’m sure you agree.”
