Page 220 of Manhattan Bossholes

“What do you want, Cora?”

“No more teasing.” I pressed my ass against his crotch, insistent.

He took my hand then, guiding me down the hall to his bedroom. We paused once, and he pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor. When he was done, I trailed my hands beneath his shirt, feeling along the planes of muscle. He flinched.

“Cold hands,” he whispered, lifting them to press a kiss to each of my knuckles before we slipped through the door of his room.

“No bathroom tour?” I teased as he tugged me toward the bed.

He smirked. “We haven’t done it in there yet.”

“And that’s a shame. I’d really been hoping for a warm soak with you deliciously naked and soaped up.”

“Is that where you want to start?”

“Later,” I whispered, popping open the clasp of my bra. In seconds, we were both naked, our bodies pressed together on the bed. The teasing tone was gone, replaced by a heady mix of desperation and desire as I ran my hands over exposed skin, touching and kissing until the delicious ache inside me became unbearable. Aiden rolled me over and buried his head between my thighs.

“God, Aiden,” I cried, almost bucking him off as his tongue darted over my clit again and again.

“Yes?” he said, readjusting.

“Good,” I managed to say. “It’s good.”

“I’m aiming for great here.”

I let out a breathy little laugh until he sucked at my clit, and I lost all ability to do anything but moan, my eyes fluttering closed. It was too much and not enough all at once. My fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. “Yes…yes.”

“Are we entering great territory yet?”

“Keep going.”

He pulled back, replacing his tongue with his fingers, rubbing perfect circles around my clit which had my back arching off the bed. “You didn’t answer my question.” His fingers slowed.

I tightened my hold on his hair. “Don’t stop. Please. I swear to—” He laid the flat of his tongue against me again, and I squirmed, gasping for breath as he slipped one finger into me, then two, pumping his hand.

“I want to feel you come,” he said, timing his thrusts with the movement of my hips. Everything lined up perfectly—the movement of his tongue and the stretch of his fingers—and suddenly I was coming, my entire body clenching as wave after wave of delicious pleasure coursed through me.

“That’s it,” he said, brushing his thumb over my too-sensitive clit. I squirmed, shaking my head, but I was too horny to pull away, too desperate for more. “I’ll be gentle—nice and easy,” he promised, crawling up my body. He kept coaxing me with his fingers, and I felt the pleasure building again. I’d never come twice this fast before. The feeling was overwhelming and a little frightening, and yet I wanted it. Soon, I was flying over the edge, my back arched off the bed, the sound of my cries echoing in the room as he dragged the second orgasm from me.

I held him, coming down from the high as he pressed soft kisses against my hair.

“I missed this,” he said.

A laugh crawled up my throat. “The sex?”

“Holding you,” he corrected me.

My heart clenched. “I missed this too.”

“I mean it, Cora. I was a fool to let you go. I want you to know that’s never going to happen again.”

I rolled against his chest, tucking myself into his arms. His erection pressed against my belly, and another wave of desire swirled inside me even as his words stirred heavy emotions. I’d told myself that this could never be, that love didn’t last, and yet here it was, persevering despite everything. I kissed him, putting everything I felt into the kiss, and he kissed me back. There was no sense of urgency in it, despite his desire. He was clearly enjoying our slow reconnection.

“I’m going to be someone you can trust,” he promised.

“I’m glad you’re willing to work on yourself, on us.”

“You deserve the best version of me,” he said.