by Lilly Wilde
“Fuck!” I cried out. He placed his hand over my mouth, muting my cries of lust as he charged into me. He tightened his grasp on my mouth, pulling me back to meet the stabbing blows. It was hard and very rough. We were both eager for the same thing, a quick release to tide us over until we had time to really go at it.
My climax was almost instant, as was his. He hardened and erupted inside me, I bit his finger as my body released its wave of desire, trembling as he held me firmly in place.
“Well, that’s one way to say hello,” I said, as he loosened his hold on me and turned me to face him. I stood on my tiptoes and kissed his beautiful pink lips. “I’ve missed you too,” I said, heading to my office bathroom.
He followed me inside and I passed a towel to him. I watched as he wiped up, and smiled. He just didn’t seem the type to have an office quickie. Then again, neither was I … until him.
I pulled my skirt down after wiping up and returned to my office. Although quick, it was memorable, as I was reminded with each step. Kingston was huge and always left an impression on Virginia.
“Have I ever mentioned that this is one of my favorite perks of the job? You provide an excellent incentive for me to remain in this position.”
“I do what I can Miss Cason; I like to keep the employees’ morale up.” he replied, grinning.
“So if another employee asks?”
“It would be inappropriate. I only give office fucks to the RPH CEO. I think that’s in the contract.”
I simply adored him. “So this contract, are there any other items in fine print that I obviously overlooked?”
“As a matter of fact, there’re several. I didn’t want to mention those just yet because you’re still getting your feet wet, but since you asked…”
“I can’t wait to hear this,” I replied, giggling.
“I love your laugh,” he said, sitting on the edge of my desk.
My phone pinged and Aiden looked down and saw that it was a text from Kellan.
“You’re still in contact with that guy?” he asked.
“Yes, Aiden. He’s a close friend. And he didn’t stop being a friend when you and I reconnected,” I replied.
“Since when do you have guys that are close friends?” he asked.
“Since you.”
“What does that mean?” he asked.
“A lot of things changed since having met you.”
“This is one change I’m not in favor of,” he said, a scowl on his handsome face.
“It’s not as if you don’t have female friends – like Nadia,” I said, bitterly.
“That’s different and you’re well aware of that,” he countered.
“Don’t you mean it’s complicated?” I asked.
“I don’t want to talk about Nadia; it’s only going to lead to an argument.”
“But you do want to talk about Kellan?” I probed. “If Nadia is off limits, then so is Kellan.”
“Now you’re being childish,” he scolded.
“Term it however you wish. He’s a friend and I’ve grown to care about him and he stays,” I said firmly.
“We’ll see about that,” he replied.
“Aiden, if you do anything to cause issues with our friendship, it will not sit well with me,” I warned.
“Grab your things, we’re going to my place,” he said, changing the subject.
I didn’t reply. I glared at him; he was making me angry. I didn’t want to fight with him; we only had so much time together and I didn’t want it filled with anger.
“Well aren’t you bossy?” I asked. “You could try asking nicely and you just may get a better reply.”
“I’ve missed you and I need some time alone with you,” he said.
“I know. I feel the same but I really need to finish up some things here. How about you let me finish here and I’ll meet you at your place in a few of hours,” I said.
“That doesn’t work for me Aria,” he replied. I could see that my reply frustrated him.
“It’s not all about you Aiden. Everything doesn’t just stop because you’ve decided to grace me with your appearance; I have work to do. And based on the amount of time and energy that you pour into your work, I’m sure you understand.”
“So this is an issue of time?” he asked, scowling at me. “You obviously have time to text your close friend.”
Oh fuck, was he determined to make this a bad homecoming? “Aiden it’s not like that and you know it.”
“Do I need to call Raina and see when you can squeeze me in? Is that what I need to do to get on your fucking schedule?” he asked, his eyes blazing.
“My schedule? Are you kidding me? I’m here. I’m always here. You, on the other hand … well we both know how that works.”
“That’s nothing new Aria so don’t make an issue where there isn’t one. You were fine with my schedule before. What’s changed? Is it that fucker you’ve been texting? Your fucking friend?”
“No, maybe it’s your fucking friend. Maybe it’s Nadia!”
“Yeah, well I’m sure she wouldn’t have a problem with my schedule.”
“What the fuck? Why are you behaving this way? You know what? I don’t want to know. Get the fuck out. Go find Nadia. I’m sure you have her on speed dial. I don’t need this shit from you!”
“And I don’t need it from you.”
“Good. There’s the door.”
I watched him as he stalked out of my office. He was pissed. Oh well, so was I.
*****
I resumed reviewing the information from human resources on the RPH work-study guidelines. We needed to get those in place by the end of the week in order for the high schools to receive the information on time. I called Lorraine to discuss the changes that were needed and checked my email to see if Adam had finished the projections for The Writer. I was looking at one report after another when my phone pinged. I grabbed it to see a text from Aiden.
*I’m sorry for being an ass.*
I didn’t reply. I placed the phone in my desk and sent Adam an email regarding one final change. A few minutes later, my phone pinged again. I rolled my eyes and pulled it from my desk.
*Forgive me.*
I still didn’t reply. Within a few seconds, was another text.
*I miss you, Princess.*
I sighed and tapped a message to him.
*I miss you too, Aiden.*
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Time with Aiden had become few and far between and it bothered me more than I cared to admit. At times I resented him for it but I didn’t want to think about that today. I planned to bask in every minute we shared; especially tonight … we were going on a date! Although we’d technically been in a relationship for several months now, the act of dating was still a novelty for me, especially dating someone like Aiden Raine. I was immediately on edge whenever he so much as looked at me, let alone touched me; the mere thought of him did crazy things to me. Tonight was no different; I was both excited and nervous about spending time with him. I would have thought that my excitement would have calmed the nervous butterflies, but no such luck.
Aiden hadn’t specified the dress code but I was sure my selection would fit any venue. I’d decided on a Lanvin black crepe maxi skirt with asymmetric draping. There was an oversized bow at the front with a high slit that provided an overly generous view of my upper thigh. I’d selected an eyelash print tailored blouse with skin-baring black lace panels which revealed the curve of my breasts. I’d completed the look with a pair of Christian Louboutin Sempre Monica over-the-knee boots. I was sure Aiden would more than appreciate my efforts.
I was meeting Aiden downstairs at 4 o’clock. I grabbed my bag and said goodbye to my sisters.
“Can you smile any harder?” Bianca asked.
“Leave her alone Bianca, it’s been forever since they’ve had any time together,” Lia said. “Speaking of which Aria … I’ve been dying to ask you something about Aiden.”
I froze. No way was I pr
epared to discuss my sex life with Aiden.
“He seems so intense. That must be … er … how do you … well, you know what I’m asking,” Lia said.
“Yes, I think I do.” I said, smiling.
“Well are you going to tell me?” she asked.
“He is intense, very much so. And sometimes it’s intimidating. And then there are those times when he focuses all of that intense energy on me … and it’s indescribable. It’s like he sees no one else, he wants no one else … I’m all that matters.” I replied.
They were both quiet, looking at me with their mouths partially open.
“See, he’s doing it to you and he’s not even around,” I said, laughing.
I said goodbye for a second time and headed downstairs. I walked out of the elevator to the partially-smiling face of Silas. Silas was hard to read; his furrowed brows alluded to a constant state of deep thought. He tended to consistently sport a crew cut but his hair was longer than usual as of late. He had a bit of a snub nose and a very shy smile. “Good evening Miss Cason,” he said.
“Good evening Silas,” I replied, as he held the door open for me.
It was the end of April; there was a bit of chill in the air but a long sleeved shirt or light jacket would have sufficed. I emerged from the building expecting to see Aiden standing near his car but was shocked to see his sexy frame straddling the body of a black motorcycle. He looked as if he belonged on the cover of Motor Cyclist Magazine. It undoubtedly would’ve been the hottest cover they’d ever had.
“Hello, Princess. You look amazing,” he said, biting his bottom lip as he assessed my appearance.
“Hi handsome. Aren’t you just full of surprises? I didn’t know you had a motorcycle.”
“As I’ve said many times, there’s a lot about me you don’t know, but I’m hoping you stick around to found out.”
“As of now, that’s the plan. But you know what they say about best laid plans …”
“Don’t do that,” he warned.
Fine. I wouldn’t start with any of my qualms but I still had my reservations. I was sure he had some of his own as well.
“I don’t think I’m dressed to ride a bike. You could’ve given a girl a clue.” I said.
“I didn’t tell you for a reason. I want you to be more spontaneous Aria.”
“And what about what I want?” I asked.
“You want to be spontaneous too; you just go about it the wrong way,” he replied, smiling.
“Oh is that right?”
“As far as I can tell, yes.”
“So … not really sure I want to ride this,” I said, eyeing the bike. It was sleek and sexy, just like the gorgeous man who owned it. It also had a hint of danger that I was not at all eager to experience.
“Why?” he asked.
“Other than the obvious … I’m not exactly dressed for a ride on the back of a motorcycle and not only does it look abysmally uncomfortable, it screams danger.”
“I can quickly resolve both of those objections. As for your clothing, you can lift your skirt and straddle. I hear you’re pretty good at that,” he said, playfully. I couldn’t help but grin. I loved his mischievous humor. “Secondly, there’s no need to be afraid. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
He got off the bike and walked over to me, pulling me toward him. “I’m not debating this with you. Understood?”
“I don’t have protective gear,” I said, pouting.
“He released me and turned and walked towards the bike and removed a backpack. He opened it to reveal a riding jacket and a full-face helmet.
“Anything else?” he asked.
As usual, he’d planned everything, countering my objections.
“Luckily you’re already wearing boots,” he said. “Now let’s get you in your protective gear, as you call it.”
He assisted me with the jacket and placed a kiss at the nape of my neck, my skin left tingling from the soft touch of his lips. It was amazing how every touch, even the casual ones melted my insides. He turned me to face him.
A slow sexy smile graced his lips. “You look like a sexy biker chick.”
“We make a great pair then because you definitely have the look of a sexy biker dude.”
He reached for the helmet and placed it on my head. He stepped back looking at me approvingly. “Perfect,” he said, and planted a chaste kiss on my lips before lowering the helmet shield and tugging me behind him.
He smoothly mounted the bike and looked at me. “Lift your skirt and hop on.”
“Easy for you to say,” I mumbled. I lifted my skirt as much as I could without flashing any passersby and placed one foot over the side of the bike and settled in behind him.
“Grab my waist,” he instructed.
I reached forward and wrapped my arms around his rock hard frame, inhaling as I leaned in. He started the bike and looked to the left. I followed his glance; the street was free of any cars. He turned, facing forward and we were off.
There were no vibrations of any kind, whatsoever. I hadn’t expected that. I laid my head on his back enjoying the feel of his body enveloped in leather. I was marginally worried but to a lesser degree than I had initially anticipated. I watched the scenery flash by as we exited the city limits of Boston. We slowed as we came to a stop at a traffic light. Aiden reached back sliding his hand up and down my thigh. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, I’m fine.” I replied, smiling. I didn’t know where we were going but the ride getting there was certainly a seductive one.
We slowed as we reached an open area near a large tree. I looked over to see waiters dressed in serving attire standing dutifully beside a blanketed meal, complete with a canopy and heated lamps. I clambered off the bike as gracefully as was possible and lifted my helmet as Aiden placed the bike on the kickstand. He removed his helmet and grabbed me, pulling me into a kiss.
“Did you enjoy the ride?” he asked, releasing me from his embrace.
Slow chills ran through me as I shook off the effects of his kiss. “I did,” I replied, gauging his reaction.
“See, spontaneity is good for you Aria.”
He reached for my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine as we walked toward the blanket.
“Good evening, Mr. Raine,” said the man dressed like a maître de.
“Good evening, Jason,” Aiden replied.
His surprises always swept me away. Everything was elegantly displayed. On the ground, close to the tree, was a large ascot picnic blanket embellished with several oversized throw pillows. There was a bottle of wine chilling alongside a platter of fruit. There was even soft music playing in the background.
“Sir, we’ve prepared Olives in Paprika Sauce, Gin Marinated Potatoes, Asian Wraps with Peanut Sauce, Lentil Spinach Salad, and the wine is a 2008 Bienvenues Bâtard-Montrachet Grand Cru,” Jason said.
“Thank you. I appreciate your attention to my last minute request,” Aiden said.
“Of course, sir. Unless there is something else you need, we’ll leave you to your privacy,” he replied.
“Is there anything you think you would need Aria?” Aiden asked.
“No, I think you’ve got us covered,” I replied. He typically thought of everything; today was no different.
We finished our meal as the sun began to set. Aiden stretched out, laying his head in my lap and stared up at me. It was quiet; I sighed contently as I reveled in this perfect moment.
“So I was thinking – would you like to drive us back?” he asked.
I laughed. “I know you’re kidding, right?”
“Nope, you’re a very quick learner; I can teach you in only a few minutes.”
“And you would let me guide us back, without reservation?”
“I trust you.”
“Well I’m glad to hear that but you shouldn’t trust me with this, especially if you’d like to make your Monday morning meeting in Denver in one piece.”
“Of course, I’m kidding, but seriously
would you like to learn?” he asked.
“Hmmm. I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”
“Well don’t think about it now. Just say yes. I’ll teach you and when you’re comfortable, we could ride together sometimes when I’m in town.”
I sighed.
“What is it?” he asked.
“Nothing. I just don’t like the thought of you being gone so much,” I said.
“I thought we talked about this, you don’t have anything to worry about.”
“I know you’ve told me that but it never seems that way when you’re gone and I don’t hear from you for several days.” It reminded me too much of the anxious feeling that subconsciously tortured me for years as I waited for Dad’s return.
“That was then Aria. You’ve explained how that makes you feel and I’ve heard you and I understand so we’re doing things differently. Let’s not think about that right now. I want you to enjoy this day. Are you?”
“Yes. I am … very much. This was really nice. I love your surprises,” I said, looking down at him, softly moving my palm along his chiseled jaw.
“I hope to always surprise you. I can’t have you losing interest.”
I think if our dates were to consist of our watching grass grow, I’d never lose interest. “Little chance of that happening Mr. Raine. You’re my pineapple juice supplier remember?”
“Ah, yes. That’s right. Speaking of which, why don’t you do that thing that I told you earlier that you’re good at?” he asked.
I smiled at him confused. He lifted a brow suggestively and the content of his request was apparent.
I looked around and noticed that the staff had wondered off into the distance. “You can’t possibly mean what I think you mean,” I said.
“Can’t I?”
“That’s not happening Aiden.”