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No, I couldn’t. My hands wasted no time reaching to the back of her dress to find a zipper, but her chuckle clued me in to my mistake.

“Wrap dress. Here. Allow me.” She moved to stand up in front of me, reaching to her side to untie a bow and undo a single button before peeling the garment off.

“I’d forgotten how stunning you are.” My voice was raw with the compliment hardly doing her justice.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chloe

His unfiltered words made me smile. The way his stare fixed on me made me feel like the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Although he was clearly still struggling with his insecurities, I was absolutely sure I wanted him to be my first.

Reaching up to undo the sexiest bra I owned, a pale pink, I was ready for him to start reciprocating. “I think you need to lose your shirt.”

“I’m sensing a common theme with you.” He unbuttoned his dress shirt, then fisted his T-shirt over his head.

I giggled, losing the bra and watching his nostrils flare. “You should remember that from now on and go shirtless whenever possible.”

“That’ll go over well in the office.”

“I have a feeling it would go over too well. We’d have an influx of people wanting to work on the twenty-eighth floor.” This easy banter was helping to quell my nerves as I stepped out of my thong. Aiden’s gaze floated down my body, his hungry perusal making me feel like he was already touching me.

“Turn around. Slowly. Let me look at you.”

I did as he asked, listening to the sound of his uneven breathing matching my own.

“Come sit on my lap, facing away from me.” He must’ve caught my surprised expression as he amended, “There will still be plenty of kissing, I promise.”

I had thought to slowly move into the position, but strong arms banded my waist and lifted me up onto his lap. The sensation of the warm skin of his chest against my bare back made me gasp. But when his lips found my neck and his hands spread my legs, I realized the advantage of this position. I was completely open for him to play with.

He started with his hands rubbing down my breasts, over my stomach, skimming over my hips to my thighs. His breath was hot in my ear. “Tell me where you want me to touch you.”

My eyes fluttered shut while heat pooled to my center. “There.”

His chuckle sent shivers down my body. “Don’t pretend you’re afraid of saying the word now when you said it the first time we met. Now, where do you want me to touch you?”

Grinning, I said it. “My pussy.”

His teeth nipped the sensitive skin behind my ear. “Good girl.”

As my reward, his hand stroked over my stomach and down to the center of my heat. I sucked in my breath when he parted my lips and dragged a finger through my wetness to my clit.

“You’re wet, but not wet enough yet to take my cock inside of you.”

Oh, God. I hadn’t expected his words to be dirty in the most delicious way.

“Relax. We have all night.”

He was a mind reader. I swallowed hard at his luscious promise.

“Do you ever touch yourself, Chloe?”

“Sometimes, but I can’t quite get there.”

He kissed behind my ear again. “Give me your hand.”

He entwined my fingers with his own before moving them both down. He didn’t stop until he’d slipped our joined hands straight into my heat.

His impressive erection grew harder behind me. Taking my fingers with his, he parted me, then ran the length of my slit, over my most sensitive spot, making me gasp.