Page 177 of Manhattan Bossholes

I reclined onto my elbows. “Is that an order, Your Majesty?”

“You’re damn right it is.”

I did as he asked, scooting back, and he crawled onto the bed, settling between my legs. Warm breath ghosted across my thighs, and my entire body erupted in goosebumps.

Aiden’s hands roamed over my body—my thighs, my hips. I’d changed since I was a teenager in the ways all women fear, but as I looked down at him, my fingers tangled in his hair, it was clear he didn’t mind, pressing a worshipful kiss to my belly.

His lips danced across my skin, his tongue dipping into my belly button, making me giggle and then gasp as his teeth plucked at the hem of my underwear.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice a rough whisper.

“God, yes,” I said, pressing my head back into the comforter as he dragged my underwear down my legs. When he came back up, I braced myself for more torture, but he put me out of my misery quickly, laying the flat of his tongue against my clit.

“Mmm,” I moaned, rocking my hips into his face.

His tongue was a devil come to life, coaxing the most embarrassing sounds out of me as Aiden flicked the tip over my clit repeatedly. Back and forth. Up and down.

He drove me to the edge, my fists curling in the comforter, before backing off, and I almost bucked him off me out of frustration.

He chuckled against my thighs. “Would you like something?”

“Please,” I begged. I couldn’t believe I was begging, but here I was, completely at his mercy. “Please,” I said again. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

“Close to what?” he teased.

“Bastard,” I muttered.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t hear you…”

“Yes,” I moaned as he ran his tongue through my slit, flicking deliberately hard against my clit. He alternated his movements, flicking and sucking and rubbing circles against me until pleasure erupted in my belly, the sensation shooting out down my limbs and filling my head with nothing but fuzzy bliss. My body jerked, riding out the aftershocks of the orgasm.

“How was that?” he asked as I came down from the high.

“You have to ask?”

“It’s all coming back to me, like⁠—”

“Do not make any kind of bike metaphor.”

“Like throwing a touchdown?”

“I’ll allow it,” I said, tugging gently on his hair, forcing him to crawl back up my body. I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips. I couldn’t help noticing how it felt familiar and strange all at once. Aiden had been a good lover in high school, attentive and sweet, always making sure I was enthusiastically ready.

Once we got through the typical awkward virginity stuff, the sex had been goofy and fun, both of us trying to figure out how things worked. But it had mostly been about discovery, about the thrill of doing something new. Now we were older, both of us more experienced. I didn’t really want to think about just how experienced Aiden probably was—especially compared to my own meager track record of fifteen years of Levi, plus a couple of flings over the past year—but I was happy enough to reap the rewards of everything Aiden had learned. I really hoped he knew how to use his cock as effectively as his tongue.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, the words hot against my ear.

“You,” I said. “Inside me.” He shifted off me for a moment, reaching into a drawer in the nightstand. There was the crinkle of a wrapper as he opened a condom, rolling it onto his cock. When he was done, he kissed me gently, parting my thighs as he did. “Fuck me, Aiden.” I groaned as the tip of his cock rubbed against my too-sensitive clit. I was overwhelmed and at the same time desperate for him again. I needed him to deal with the throbbing ache inside me. “God, please. Please.”

He lined up at my entrance and seated himself in one go. I was so wet the stretch was exactly what I needed—but I could already tell I was going to be sore tomorrow. I closed my eyes, basking in the feel of being connected like this again.

“You okay?”

I nodded as I rolled my hips and bit my bottom lip, silently begging for him to move.