Page 188 of Manhattan Bossholes

To say nothing of how hot I felt in other places.

We finished our meal in a hurry, practically choking down the lobster, which was delicious, and the chocolate soufflé for dessert. Then Aiden paid and hustled me out of the restaurant so quickly, I felt like I had my own personal security. We were in his car, back to his place on the Upper East Side, and undressing in his living room before I even had time to wonder how much the dinner cost.

“I’ve been dying to do this since the moment I picked you up,” he said once we were naked, palming my breasts. He bent down, sucking a pert nipple into his mouth.

I moaned in pleasure, my entire body responding to every little flick of his tongue. Fiery heat throbbed between my legs. I’d been wet for him for hours now. His hands traveled down my back to cup my ass, grinding his erection against me. His cock was hard against my belly.

His hand found my clit, dipping into my wetness, eliciting a wild little moan. If he didn’t take me soon, I was going to climb him like a tree.

“Turn around,” he said, bending low to whisper the words in my ear.

I did, bracing my hands on the back of the couch, staring out at the twinkling lights of the city.

“Don’t move,” he said.

“That another order?”

“Yes,” he breathed against me, running his finger down my spine.

He left the room. I turned over my shoulder in time to see him return, rolling a condom onto his cock.

“Thought I told you not to move,” he said, taking me by the hips. My legs already trembled in anticipation as he lined up at my entrance and slid inside. I missed seeing his face, but everything was different from this angle, better in ways. I gasped as he pulled out and slid back in with a little more force.

“Yes,” I groaned. “Aiden, yes!”

That spurred him on, and he dug his fingers into my hips, holding me tight, giving himself leverage. He jerked against me, over and over. I knew I’d find bruises from his fingertips tomorrow, but I didn’t care. The lights blurred as my eyelids fluttered, my entire body electrified by the feeling of Aiden sliding inside me, filling me so well.

“Yes,” I hissed through my teeth again. It was so good. He was so good.

“Come for me,” he said, leaning over me. His hand found my clit again, his fingers rubbing circles around the slick, sensitive bud.

My legs started to quake, that heat inside me pulsing. It was like his fingers had hooked around an invisible string, dragging the pleasure from me inch by inch. My moans intensified.

“That’s it,” Aiden said. “Yes, yes…”

“Fuck,” I said as the orgasm rocketed through me. I trembled hard as Aiden’s hands tightened around my hips. He thrust against me, once, twice, three more times, before coming with a satisfied grunt.

We circled the couch to collapse on it together, Aiden’s weight spread pleasantly over me, our chests heaving in time.

“So, this is how a billionaire wines and dines?” I asked.

“What d’you think?” he asked. “Did it meet your expectations?”

“Oh, I’m a big fan.”

He chuckled, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “You haven’t seen anything yet. Would you like a tour of the bedroom?”

I hummed in agreement even as my eyes grew heavy. I couldn’t wait for round two.

It felt like I’d only just closed my eyes when I was woken again, this time with soft, nuzzling kisses. I could feel the scruff of Aiden’s unshaven face as he pecked his way across my jaw. Light peeked in through dark curtains.

Light? Why was there so much light?

“Breakfast will be ready soon,” Aiden whispered against my cheek.

Breakfast? “It’s already morning?”

Aiden chuckled. “Almost time for lunch, actually, but you looked peaceful, so I let you sleep in. You can help yourself to anything you need in the bathroom.”