He steps closer, his presence overwhelming. “To fuck you until that lawyer brain of yours shuts off. Until you admit that this—” He gestures between us, his hand almost touching my breasts, “—isn’t something you can dismiss.”
His blunt words send a rush of heat through me, pooling low in my belly. I can only stare at him, my body frozen between shock and desire. He doesn’t wait for an invitation. He steps inside, kicking the door shut behind him, never breaking eye contact.
His voice drops to a whisper that seems to caress my skin. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” He steps closer, close enough that I can feel the warmth radiating from his body. “You told me to come upstairs so we could get this out of our systems. But I don’t want you out of my system. I want you flowing through my veins. I want to drown in you, Minji, until I can’t remember what it was like before I tasted you.”
My back hits the wall. I didn’t even realize I’d been retreating. I should tell him to leave, or to stop talking and just give me what I asked for. But my mouth won’t form the words. My entire being is malfunctioning.
“If this is going to happen,” he continues, his thumb brushing my lower lip, sending shivers through me, “it’s because we both acknowledge we’re going to give ourselves a real chance. I will be the obedient man in the office while I shadow you, but when we’re off the clock, your body is mine. And when the three weeks are up, we figure out what’s next.”
“That’s not what I offered.” I clear my throat, my body betrays me, leaning toward him like a flower seeking sunlight. “I offered sex, not a relationship.”
“Then I’m not interested,” Aaron says, but he doesn’t step back. His eyes drop to my lips, dark with desire. “Tell me to leave, Minji. Tell me you don’t want more than just one night.”
The air crackles between us. I should tell him to go. It would be the rational thing, the safe thing. I can’t give him what he wants. Then I hear Demi’s voice in my head… “It’s about damn time you get folded like a lawn chair.”
“I can’t promise you anything beyond tonight,” I whisper.
His hands find my waist. “Just be honest with me for once.”
This kiss, filled with raw intention, burns hotter than the one on the dance floor. My body curves into his, my mouth opening to his probing tongue. I claw at his suit jacket while his palms slide down my waist to grip my hips, pulling me against his erection. The jacket slides from his shoulders and drops to the floor, neither of us willing to break contact even for a second.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers against my lips. “I need to hear you say it.”
“I want you.” I gasp as his lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, making me shiver. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Where’s your bedroom?” His voice is low and commanding.
I take his hand and lead him down the hallway, my legs unsteady beneath me. My heart is pounding, my breath already coming in short gasps. I wonder if his dick got bigger… shit. Hell, even college Aaron was better endowed than my past partners. I can only imagine what it’s like now, but I have faith in my vagina. I will take his dick like a champ. A small laugh escapes my lips at the thought.
“Second thoughts?” he asks, his expression softening. “Are you nervous?”
“No.” I shake my head. “It’s been a while.”
“We’ll go as slow as you need.” His smile is gentle now, at odds with the hunger in his eyes. “I’ll give you time to adjust to me again.”
“I don’t want slow,” I confess, reaching for the buttons of his shirt. “Since you want honesty: I’ve been thinking about this since the first night I listened to your book and now knowing you’re the Aaron from college…” I let the words trail off. I’m not here to stroke his damn ego. But the look in his eyes lets me know it’s been stroked.
“Have you now? Tell me what you’ve been thinking about.”
My fingers continue to unbutton his shirt, revealing inch after inch of mouthwatering, dark skin. “I’ve thought about your hands,” I breathe. “Your mouth.”
“What about my mouth?”
I trace my fingertips across his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken beneath my touch. “I’ve thought about how it would feel everywhere.”
He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips. His eyes never leave mine as he kisses my palm, then my wrist, his tongue flicking against my pulse point. “Show me where you want my mouth,Honeybee. Show me where you want me to fuck you with my tongue.”
When he calls me ‘Honeybee’, his nickname for me from college, something electric shoots through me. His explanation was that I was sweet but could sting when provoked—a combination he finds quite irresistible. I slip my fingers under the thin straps of my dress and slide them off my shoulders. The pink silk whispers down my body and pools around my ankles, leaving me nearly bare before him.
Aaron’s sharp intake of breath is fucking music to my ears. I’ve never been ashamed of my body, but when you go damn near celibate for a year, one tends to forget if her body truly is a wonderland. I stand before him, a feast for his eyes, wearing nothing but a black lace thong. I am braless, my nipples already hardening under his gaze.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” His voice is raw, hungry. It makes my pussy clench in anticipation as his eyes devour every inch of me. “Your turn,” I whisper, reaching for his belt. He grabs my wrists, stopping me.
“Not yet. Right now, it’s all about you. I need to touch you first.”
He carries me to the bed and gently lays me down. He stands back, removing his shirt completely, revealing a body honed like a weapon. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, muscles rippling beneath taut skin—he’s a fucking masterpiece.Damn, this is a man.
“You’ve been driving me crazy since our college days,” he confesses, kneeling on the bed beside me.
