“You,” I say carefully. “Aaron, I just want to feel you.”
Aaron kisses me harder than the last time. He thrusts himself against me.
“How do you want me, baby?” he whispers against my lips. “How do you want to feel me?”
His lips graze my jaw as he thrusts against my cock, slowly and my eyes fall shut.
“Be very specific,” “Tell me what you want me to do.”
I let out a deep sigh, knowing I’m signing my death certificate for sure. Tomorrow morning will come, and this perfect date—because tonight was the perfect date—will end. We’ll be back to square one—to pretending and putting on a show. Planning our shark-themed event and hanging out with his family and…
Garrett.I tense at the thought, not wanting to think about the fact my former client is here. I haven’t told Aaron about my involvement with Garrett and I know I should, but I also don’t want to poison our carefully curated relationship with something that happened years ago. It’s in the past, and I don’t want to go back there. I don’t want to think about how I was used. And that’s exactly what Garrett did. He played on my naivete, he played me like a fiddle. It wasn’t about the money, even though it was a good paycheck. It was about how Garrett made me feel. Like I was somebody he wanted. Garrett Tempest fedmea fantasy, and I bought it without a second thought because I was twenty. I wanted to believe a man like him could want a man like me.
I wanted to be the Julia Roberts to his Richard Gere, and stupidly I thought that was what was going to happen.
I close my eyes as I tense, trying to shove the thought away of how devastated I felt.
Aaron kisses the spot beneath my ear, his lips hot on my skin.
The words that fall out of my mouth are my undoing. The fantasy I’d sworn I would never buy into again rears its ugly head, and it’s too tempting to resist.
No one, not even my ex-boyfriends, had ever asked me whatI wanted.
I press my palms against his ass, pushing him to grind against me, because the feel of his cock against mine feels too good. Memory resurfaces of his hand wrapped around both of us, and I groan.
“Tell me,” he whispers as he kisses my jaw, my neck, my shoulder.
I thrust up against him as I tug his underwear in my fist. “Off. I want these off.”
He grins against my shoulder as he kisses my skin. “Then take them off me.”
Something about his tone makes my insides melt like ice on a hot sidewalk.
I don’t think twice as I shove them over his ass and down his legs. He shifts out of them and we roll over a bit. I grab his hands, guiding him to my briefs. I push his hands, and thankfully he gets the message. He smirks as he cups my cock through my briefs.
“I want to feel your cock against mine,” I breathe. “I want you to make me come like last time.”
His grin is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Is that so?”
I nod.
He runs his thumb across my head, and I realize from the touch, there’s a hefty wet spot where he’s touching me.
“You didn’t say please,” he teases, taking my lips once more as he strokes me through my briefs.
“Please, Daddy,” I moan into his mouth.
His reciprocated groan makes my cock jump and he lets go of me. His hands make quick work of pushing my briefs down and he helps me shimmy out of them.
Aaron slides his cock against mine, and I groan. His hand wraps around us and the combination of his strokes and my thrusts feel too good to resist.
“So close,” I murmur.
He chuckles.
“No coming until I say so, baby.”
