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“Yes! Right there!” My breaths turn shallow. I’m gripping the sink so hard it’s a miracle the porcelain hasn’t shattered.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he groans. “Now be my good girl and come for me.”

“Aiden,” I moan.

His hand drops from my hair, but I don’t stop watching as his hand slides down, and he pinches my clit.

“Holy fuck!” I scream as I fall apart.

His hand shoots to cover my mouth, while the other holds me still as he buries himself in me.

His hot come fills me, but he doesn’t pull out when he’s done. Instead, he lets me feel his dick twitch inside me, teases me with a few more thrusts that make me wish we didn’t have a party to get back to so we could go for round two.

“Lift up a little for me, Sweetheart. I need to get this wet,” Aiden says, napkin in hand.

I’ve learned by now not to fight him when he wants to clean me after.

Unlike the way we just fucked like animals, his movements now are slow and adoring. He gently kisses along the inside of each thigh when he’s done, before smoothing my dress back down and telling me to head back first.

I’m almost to the door when I get a swift spank to my right ass cheek.

“Excuse me! What was that for?”

“To remind you my name isn't Aiden to you, fiancée."

Chapter forty-three

Annalise

I’m only a few steps from the group when I’m suddenly pulled into a tight hug by Josh, and he’s walking me backwards and into an alcove.

“I'm happy to see his trick worked, but maybe we can clean up some of your running eyeliner before everyone here knows your glow is from getting laid, not just your stunning makeup. Hmm?”

I pull back, shocked and slightly embarrassed. “Are you serious?” His raised eyebrows say all I need to know. “Fuck. Help me! I can't see it, and Aiden has my phone.”

With quick and precise movements, he's wiping the evidence away from under my eyes and blending my makeup with the tips of his fingers.

“Much better!”

“Ugh, you're a lifesaver!”

“Someone has to look out for you since your fiancé’s attention was obviously focused elsewhere,” he says with a wink.

“Oh no. Not you too.”

“Oh yes, I get to enjoy this. My aunt hasn't stopped talking about how romantic he is. If he wasn’t already with you, she said she’d be trying to hook me up with the 'sexy stallion.'"

“No way she said that!”

“Oh yes, she did...” He laughs out. “The five glasses of wine may have played a factor, but still.”

“We are never telling him that nickname. It would go straight to his head!”

“Say less. If there were such a thing as a memory tonic, I would take it just so I could unhear those words from her mouth.”

When we make it back, Aiden is already there, a fresh glass of wine in his hand and waiting for me.

“Everything ok, Honey?” he asks, pulling me into him like we’ve been separated for hours, not minutes.