“Sleepovers?” she laughed. “That’s what you call it?”
My hand ran along her thigh, shoving her skirt up. “What do you want to call it?”
“I want to call this an interview.” She tugged on the hem, moving my hand back to my side of the couch. “I shouldn’t have let things get out of control on the balcony either. I’m sorry too. Let’s get back to work.”
I could see it in her eyes. She was where I was. Her breath was heavy, her eyes were gleaming with desire. Only she was tapped into her rational side.
“You didn’t like coming in my mouth like that?” I taunted.
She turned red. “Not the point.”
“Prove it,” I challenged.
“Prove what?”
“That you can sleep with me and walk out the door in the morning completely unattached.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” she questioned.
“You said that was all you wanted. Prove it.” I crushed my lips against hers, not giving her a chance to protest. I heard her purr under my tongue as she moved her mouth kissing me harder than before. It was an angry kiss. Defiant even, but it felt fucking incredible.
Her hands snaked around my neck and I moved to pick her up and carry her to my bed. “You better not stop this time,” she groaned as I laid her across the sheets.
“I swear I won’t stop until you beg me to.” I descended on her, pinning her arms over her head. She looked like a goddess, sprawled across my bed. Her lips parted slightly. Her hair cascaded in waves on the sheets. Her eyes lifted to mine with expectation. I realized then that I might be the one who wouldn’t walk out of here unattached. Something unfamiliar stirred under my ribs.
“You promise?” she teased.
“I fucking promise. My phone is turned off for the night. No more interruptions. No distractions. You have my full attention, Miss Strickland.”
“Veronica,” she whispered.
I chuckled. “Veronica. Demanding, aren’t you?”
I pulled the T-shirt over my head and stepped out of my charcoal pants. I crawled forward on the bed as her fingers lingered over the lines of my abs. I kissed behind her neck, making my way to her shoulder. Inhaling her. Memorizing her.
Her back arched gracefully, smoothly, as I worshipped her skin with kiss after kiss. A woman as beautiful as Veronica deserved to be adorned with one pleasure after another. I intended to give her a night in my bed she’d always remember.
I wriggled the skirt off her hips and tossed it back to the floor where it belonged. I pushed her shirt out of the way until it was tangled somewhere on the bed. I sat back, leaning for the bedside table and grabbed a condom from my stash. I left it on the bed, waiting for the moment when we needed it. Now, I just wanted to play.
The lust in her eyes was almost too much. She bowed off the bed to meet my mouth with a feverish kiss. Our tongues tangled in a frenzy. I wanted her. Needed her.
“Veronica,” I growled.
She smiled, rocking her hips against my waist. Every movement she created, made my cock twitch. Harder. Longer. Thicker.
I groaned into her hair, cupping her cheeks.
“Aren’t you going to take these off?” Her fingers slid under the band of my boxer briefs. My cock strained against the black cotton.
As I moved back to my heels to toss the boxer briefs, Veronica completed a flip to her stomach. Fuck.
I ran a hand over her back, following the line of her spine. My fingertips traced the soft skin, dipping at the hollow of the small of her back. I met the top of her thong. I couldn’t stop there. She wiggled, encouraging me to follow the line between her legs. The fabric was soaked. Double fuck.
I groaned, wanting to take her this way right now, but I wrapped my arms under her, squeezing her breasts. I leaned into her soft frame. My body shielded hers. Covered hers. Molded to the curves and valleys. I braced my weight on one arm.
“Ohh,” she purred, grinding her hips upward.
With my free hand, I guided the condom over my shaft and with the other I teased her sweet pussy. I ran my fingers back and forth until she wiggled her bottom in the air.
“Fuck, you have the most gorgeous ass.”
She looked at me over her shoulder, biting her lip like a sex kitten. My sex kitten.
I pumped a finger inside her as she whimpered. The frenzy between us was building. From the deck, to our argument, now to my bed, the tension was about to snap us in two if we didn’t give in to the madness. The sexual fury was palpable. I snatched her thong to the side and pushed my cock to her entrance.
“Oh shit,” she whispered.
“I know, baby.” I smiled. I pushed, widening her, stretching her. I gave her a moment to adjust to my size. To let her body enjoy the newness of the sensation.
My fingers dug into her hips. I couldn’t hold back. I wanted to bury myself inside her. I thrust, slamming until my balls were nestled against her clit.
“Fuck,” I groaned. I closed my eyes and her walls wrapped around my cock with her lava heat.
She braced herself on the bed, rising to take the headboard in her hands.
“Hold on tight,” I instructed as I slammed into her again, driving deeper a second time.
“Oh shit,” she cried. “It’s so good.” I watched as she fell into a rhythm of being taken from behind. She met every one of my thrusts, with an equally powerful one. She panted with satisfaction.
“You want me to fuck you harder?”
She smiled lazily. “Yes.”
“Say it,” I commanded.
“Fuck me harder,” she begged.
I didn’t know my cock could have a life of its own, but her words awakened it. She took my shaft to a new level.
Our bodies found a rhythm we couldn’t ignore. We climbed higher and higher as we rocked together. In and out. Faster. Harder. Her tits bobbed and bounced over the pillows.
I pushed inside her, twining my fingers between hers as I used the headboard for extra traction. I could go deeper like this. I found new angles. New positions that drove us both wild.
“Aiden!” she screamed my name as I hit her walls with precision.
“So fucking perfect.” I kissed her ear. The sweat dripped from my brow.
I reached forward around her waist, twisting her clit as she bounced wildly. “Yes. Oh God, yes. Don’t stop.”
I pumped, losing all control. I’d never wanted a woman like this. I raced to the finish as if I could make her mine the deeper I was inside her. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more from her.
I yanked her fingers from the headboard, flipping her on her back. I wanted to look in her eyes when I came.
But it was a mistake.
I hovered slightly before I slid in. We both moaned as she clenched my cock and my world came into focus in a way it never had. I thrust again as she began to vibrate around me. Her skin was dewy and flush. Her name was on my lips over and over.
I didn’t dare think. I didn’t analyze what the fuck was happening. It was like being inside a carnal hurricane. This woman held my attention. My body. My mind. I pulled out and slowly pushed inside.
“Ohh, Aiden,” she whispered.
My eyes lit. My ribs ached. Everything I had thought this experience would be, couldn’t be farther from the truth. Veronica’s nails dug into my back as she spiraled into another orgasm. I watched in awe. I’d never felt heat like this.
I sank inside her as the hold on my spine shot straight to my cock. I roared toward the ceiling and my release hummed like a lightning strike. I pounded into her wildly absorbing every second until finally, succumbing to my orgasm.
Veronica’s arms wrapped around me and I kissed her before collapsing on her chest.
Eight
Veronica
We had fallen asleep sometime around three. I woke up at five, Aiden’s room was still dark. His arm draped across my chest. I looked at his clock. Shit!
“Aiden.” I shoved against his arm.
; “What?” he answered sleepily.
“I have to write my story.” I slid out from under him, my feet landing on the cool tile next to his bed.
He lunged toward me, his arm scooping me back toward his chest. “It’s early.”
I wrestled out from his strong hold. “I know, but my editor is in the office at eight. I only have three hours.”
I walked through the condo to grab my bag and returned to the bed with my tablet. I clicked the flat keyboard under the screen. It wasn’t my laptop, but it would work in a pinch.
Aiden rubbed his eyes and propped himself on his elbow, the sheet fell off his hip. Focus, Veronica. Sex later.
“We’re really doing this now?” he asked.
“I’m going to get fired. I have to file a story about you before eight. An exclusive, one-of-a-kind story. I promised my editor I had something like that.”
“All right. What do you need to know?” He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.
I pulled open a blank page. If I typed in quotes as he talked I could easily copy and paste them into the story. It would save time.
“Where did we leave off last night?” I scrolled through my notes.
“Oh, you want to ask me about last night?” he teased.
“No, the questions. The questions.” I had to ignore the surges pulsing through my veins. Waking up with him, all I wanted to do was pull him back under the covers.
“I think you were commenting on how I was taking over the Texas development market.”
“Oh, right.” I chewed on my bottom lip and typed in what I had recorded last night. There wasn’t much. “Okay, you were getting ready to explain to me why you chose this as your career.”
“Why did you want to be a journalist?” His fingertips skipped over my thigh.
I swatted at him. “This isn’t my interview. Tell me.”
He rolled back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling. “I don’t talk about this stuff. I don’t see how it’s important.”
“Because I need a feature piece on you. Feature means personal details. Details no one else has reported.”
“When I was in college I took a business course, and it piqued my interest. I interned my junior year at a company that specialized in acquisitions. One thing led to another.”
My head whipped to the side. “That is a canned answer if I ever heard one.”
“Are you supposed to comment on my answers? I thought it was the press’s job to present unbiased information.”
I huffed, turning back to the keyboard. I thought of a new approach. “What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?”
“Oh, I think I showed you that, Miss Strickland.” He smiled.
I groaned. “I’m going to get fired if you don’t take this seriously.”
He sat forward, planting a kiss on my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’ll be serious.” He shuttled the hair from my neck and kissed behind my ear. “I like to travel.” I felt the chills run down my spine. “I was in Italy this spring and spent some time driving through the hill side. Beautiful country.” His lips moved to my other shoulder.
I tried to type while his mouth blew warm breezes over my skin. “Were you in Italy for a vacation?”
His hands wrapped to the front of my chest, palming my breasts. “No. I was there to talk about an olive farm.”
“Olive farm?” I leaned against his chest. His hands were all over me. “Why would you be interested in an olive farm?”
“Because I had a tip from a friend that there was an opportunity. I flew over to check it out. I’m not one to turn down a smart investment.”
“And did you decide it was a good investment?” I tried to picture the handsome Texan driving through the sunflower countryside, tasting olives in open fields. My heart panged for a second at the thought of someone else joining him.
“No.” His hands trailed over my stomach. I could feel his chest pressed against my back. “The timing was off. Good trip though.”
“I met Cole and Kaitlyn last night. What about your parents? Where are they?”
I felt the cool air hit my body as he slid from behind me and stood next to the bed. He walked to the bathroom. “I was very clear last night. I said no questions about family.” The door closed behind him.
I stared at the door. I wasn’t sure whether to knock and apologize or to wait him out. I started framing my story while I waited for him to emerge. A few minutes later the door cracked.
“Do you have enough yet?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No. Not really. I’m sorry about the last question. I just think it would help for people to know about your upbringing.”
“I don’t talk about family. I’ll spout business advice all day. I’ll tell you my favorite sports teams and what I like to eat for dinner, but I’m not opening up the past. Cole and Kaitlyn are out of this too. They have enough going on without this kind of attention. The last thing I want is for Cole to have to worry about his son and the twins in all this.”
I didn’t know what had hurt him so deeply, but it must have been tragic. “What if they are willing to talk to me?”
The glare he hit me with stung.
“Okay. I understand. No Cole or Kaitlyn. I promise. Will you sit with me so I can finish this?” I motioned to the bed.
He stretched out, over six feet of him. “What else do you have?”
For the next thirty minutes Aiden answered every question I asked him. He made us coffee while I started crafting the story. It came together quickly. I outlined his college interests, his focus on sports as a child, and eventually painted the picture of a twenty-two year old taking on land deals that would make him a multi-millionaire in less than six years. I read over the story again. There were enough personal details to make it a full-length feature.
“Do you want to read it before I send it in?” I asked. He was at the window, watching the waves.
“No. I’m sure it paints me in a positive light.”
I hesitated for a second. I wondered if the entire night had been about this moment. About writing a flattering piece on him to sway the public’s opinion of him. Did it matter? We both got what we wanted.
I attached the file to my email to Janet and hit send.
“It’s done.” I hugged my knees to my chest.
“Good. I’ve got a meeting this morning.” He turned from the window. “Can I buy you breakfast before you go into work?”
Feelings bubbled through my chest and stomach. Feelings I wasn’t supposed to have. Was he kicking me out? Was he buying me off with bacon and eggs? I felt annoyed and hurt. I had said I was the one who wanted the one-night stand, but with the Padre sun dotting the bed, I didn’t want to go. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Aiden Thomas. The reaction surprised me.
I felt the tablet slip through my fingers as Aiden laid it on the bedside table. “Before breakfast though, could I interest you in a shower?”
I looked into his eyes. I realized maybe I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want the morning to end.
“I don’t have any clothes with me,” I explained.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on you wearing clothes in the shower.” He winked as he led me to the bathroom.
He turned the hot water on and opened the door when the steam started to billow over the glass doors.
I stepped inside, feeling the water beat against my skin like warm rain.
“Feel good?” he asked.
I nodded. I didn’t think I could use words. They may have been all used up, or I was just tired of talking. I looked at the mountain of a man in front of me. His sculpted chest, the ridges at his hips, the stunning eyes, and I lost all sense of reality. I leaned against the shower wall as his mouth descended on mine.
The heat rushed between my legs, and I couldn’t touch enough of him fast enough. My hands moved against his chest and over the muscles in his shoulders, feeling the firmness of his skin. The water cascaded down his back and I groaned as his teeth sank into
the flesh around my nipple. It perked and hardened under the flames of his tongue. His fingers ran between my legs, urging me to open up to him.
“Oh, God, Aiden,” I panted as his fingers moved in circles. My leg wound around his waist. It had only been hours, but I wanted him inside me again. I was hungry for him. The way he felt, the way he knew how to make me feel explosive and whole.
His eyes locked on mine. He steadied us against the wall, and I moaned as he slipped inside me. I began to tremble from the intensity. He moved in and out, our bodies colliding with urgent possession.
I clawed against his back, holding on as the vibrations rushed from my body to his and back to mine again. It was as if we took turns sharing the same current, fueling the energy that joined us.
“You’re fucking amazing,” Aiden growled as his teeth gripped my shoulder.
His movements quickened, and I screamed his name when I felt my body prickle with orgasmic waves.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. I wanted it to last forever. I wanted the sensations to double and carry me away, anchored only by the strength of his hands.
He smiled at me, pressing his forehead against mine. The shower sputtered behind us. “I’m not stopping until you beg me to. And even then I might not. But I want to hear those dirty words on your lips.”
I remembered how he responded last night. How I said things I had only imagined. But why hold back with a man like Aiden? He was confident. Why shouldn’t I be the same?
“Fuck me hard,” I pleaded.
He groaned. His cock was hard as steel.
My standing knee wobbled for a second before he picked up that leg and wrapped it on the other side of his hip. He plunged deeper and I screamed with the pleasure of electric pulses.
“Too much?” he whispered in my ear.
“No. I want more. More.” I gripped at his neck. He answered my request with another thrust that sent me over the edge. Toppling until I thought my body would melt in his hands.
“God, Veronica.” He clenched his teeth and I could see the veins in his neck throbbing. “You feel too good.”
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